that's the best thing about poetry...there's no such thing as a bad poem....just ones you don't particularly like
one i wrote for my dad a long time ago:
~Pop~
Deaf man,
walking through the silence,
laughing at confusion,
taking stride without a listen
"baking glides without a glisten?"
"where am i" says he
"you tell us...you're behind the wheel" say we
Blind man,
gazing into the sea,
seeing all there is to be,
glancing into our souls
ah the things he brings to me
from days gone by he brings new light
to stories long gone by
Dieing man,
he lives today,
and every year to come,
he steps one step
and then anon
walking on his way
and one for the lady (also...a long time ago)
~Terminal~
flowers between your toes,
more than just a sign of AFFECTION, a sign of INFECTION,
an infection of my soul, deep down within,
your love like a virus, always with me,
ever changing, growing, taking over,
bending my cell's will to your own.
this welcome intruder to my heart, my only escape,
embraced by every fiber of my being this passenger stays within,
through this spot upon my heart i see all,
i see truth, i see you, your sweet face,
your third eye awakening to meet me on a cold winters day,
your warmth all that can be felt, burning through to the center of me,
cleansing me from all that is not you,
you have grown unto me, a new being,
in you i see my perfection, i see the me i want to be,
i see my Utopian bliss awaiting my return,
forever shall i love you and forever by your side shall i remain.
also...the other best part about poetry...punctuation and capitalization don't count