Many moons ago I wrote a somewhat decent poem. I've had poetry on my brain lately, for some reason or other, and so I thought I'd go find what I wrote. I still liked it (which is especially rare for me, when I go back and read my work, and especially especially rare when I go back and read my poems), so I figured I'd post it here, for others to enjoy/criticize mercilessly. (Just a note here - the spacing is supposed to be different, with the even numbered lines set off to the right significantly, but blogger won't let me do that for some reason. Which is too bad, because the visual differences helps the poem. You'll just have to imagine that its better than it actually is.)
Elements Against Me
I work my land.
The sun burns me.
I finally relax.
I am snowed under.
I lean on my friends.
The earth shakes my support.
I go it alone.
Rains drown me.
I scream frustration into the wind.
Even the breeze laughs.
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cool.....?
I dig it. It strikes me as a little dark and said, but it's good stuff.
Durnit. I can't spell today. "...dark and sad..." is the intended phrasing.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Don't drop out of law school.
wow, mr or miss anonymous, you are harsh. be a little more appreciative of what my brother is trying to put in his blog. i could say a lot more, but out of respect i will not. now, i'm not a huge poem person myself, but i can appreciate when people try new ways of expressing themselves at least. it's not too horrible.
Don't worry Emily, I'm pretty sure it was Dad.
oh. ok. hahaha.
I love it.
very interesting
don't ever really get to read stuff like that from ma famille!
no it was not me dad
no it was not me dad
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