Poetry

So, I used to write a lot of poetry, and while I'm not Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot, or Alexander Pope, it's been called a good beginning, and I've been told that with commitment and practice I could be good. Without further ado, here are three pieces I wrote last Friday. Like Emily Dickinson's, they are on scratch paper.

Maybe Some Hope

There is something in the way

A diamond catches the eye

That gives me hope.

There is something in the smile

Of a friendly passerby

That gives me hope.

There is something in the rain

And a rainbow in the sky

That gives me hope.

And there is something in the voice

Of a loved one not near by

That gives me hope.

Creation and Vocation

O, to write a book,

Create a new dimension

Where knight fight off dragons

And people talk to snails!

O, to have a family,

Create a new direction,

Where parents are inspired

By their children's imagination!

O, to find a path

Create a thoughtful yearning

Where students come in cold

But leave the room, burning!

Dreams

Is it so wrong

To love one person,

But also wish

That bond was broken?

Isn't it possible

To have conflicting dreams;

Both are valuable,

And each one in reach.

But to follow them both

One person is not able,

For the paths that lead

Are their own antonyms.

How can one want

Both fame and seclusion?

Wealth and poverty

Come never together.

So, enjoy. Feel free to ask questions! These are in the order that I wrote them. Can you tell that as the night wore one, I grew more tired and (dare I say it) hopeless? At least I started in a good place!