I feel that I can write short stories better than poems, but I have a few poems. I'm not sure how well (from a professional standpoint) they are
written, but let me know what you think! Thank you all ahead of time.
Suddenly a swift breeze blows in front of my chest,
This wind, this air, surpassing strongly southwest.
Pulls leaves on strings and clouds overhead,
Howling deafeningly as if to raise the dead.
While scanning horizons before and behind,
Unconsciously obtained and stored to my mind.
Walking so peacefully I never quite thought,
Such unseen memories, my sanity had fought.
Screaming and Echoing, “Keep them away, away!”
Sleepless nights are burdened by the following day.
Should this reveal, if it were real, a steal,
From the ancients, a truth, too, I could feel.
Flying graceful but tragic before thy eyes,
The strings of creation, they laughed, never dies.
We cannot see them or what they claim,
But to be smart is to rebuild their fame.
Old ones out and new ones in, replacement -
What a natural thing to display one’s lament,
A mourner’s shadow cast from the light of spirit.
Movement from here to there, most already fear it.
They knew the righteous and truthful way,
Tried to teach us even now to this day.
Edit the conditions, review the boundaries,
Examine the fire, wind, and beautiful trees.
We may still learn what we have not yet,
Though is it already too much for a bet?
A swift breeze blows gently through my hair,
Her serene sight pierces my thoughts.
After all I’ve done it is almost not fair,
Her evangelical beauty calls the shots.
From this day forward it was an easy choice.
From this day on it echoes in my voice.