Currently only have one to post at the moment, would only have one if I hadn't realized that I hadn't posted any of my poetry in here in the past so once I find the others I would like to share I will add them.

The one I'm Posting now was scribbled up during English class when everyone else was working on the evaluate a short story assignment. I was finished up to the plot diagram and was bored so I started drawing then came up with this.

I only write freeverse unless it's an assignment for class and then it's a crappy peice of work. Freeverse is all I'm able to do and make it sound good.

Now no more preamble and on with the poem!

My Darling

Wake up to me, my darling
come see what I see
Watch the horses running
as free as the sea
Watch the tide come in
to wash away all that is bad
Watch me as I watch you
become who you want to

Wake up to me, my darling
come hear what I hear
Listen to the birds singing
to the morning sun in greetings
Listen to the wolves howling
welcoming back the full moon
Listen to your heart beating
telling you who you are

Sleep with me, my darling
come touch what I touch
Feel the silk sheets
as they slide across your skin
Feel my breath against your chest
as I press myself close
Feel my love baby
as I give myself to you

Feel my love baby
as I give myself to you

?? I think that's right. xD

But I like! x3 I like the first verse the best~ x3 and the parts about the wolves. xD *is an animal person*

Thanks Seito!!

Another, this was done in under 5 minutes, have no idea what inspired me to write this...

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Bright Lights

Fluorescent lights shine
humans emmerge
What is it that drives us
towards that bright light?

Is it the colours?
Appealign to our eyes
Is it the prospectives?
Of parties and celebrities
for gossip and fun
Is it the light?
Drawing us from the darkness

More and more are there
set up for us to approach
Products below are bought
people blow money they may not have
Parties are joined
creating gossip between friends
We're watching for something to happen
waiting to see what it's all about

• This is Just to Say
  
  I seem to find
  your class is
  very boring
  and un tasteful
  
  you are probably
  just sticking to
  the criteria you must teach
  but can't we do
  something different?
  
  We've been
  working on the
  same questions for
  four days now
  
  I apologise
  ut this English
  class is boring
  I do hate to diss
  one of my favorite
  Subjects...

A minor nitpick, but all three poems could do with more consistent punctuation. I know that a lot of people seem to want to avoid this in poetry, but if you're going to throw in question marks, you could do with some periods as well. Particularly in the third one, but in the first as well.

For the most part, I like the first, you have some good imagery there. The third doesn't sound like poetry though, it could do with some more poetic rhythms. Of course, complaint poetry usually comes off that way, so perhaps its just a case of form following content?

The third was an assignment I had to do for class but I liked it enough to post it here. It is a poetry.. though throwing lines together can also be called poetry, whether it's good poetry it depends. Free verse is very open for anything to be done to it..

I hate writing anything that isn't free verse. But that is me.

Also for puntuation, I know that.. I just write when it comes to poetry and I don't go back because I'd edit it so bad that it becomes horrible so what I write is what I give out.

There is something to be said for experimentation. Certainly e. e. cummings got away with it. And I would of course, not start an argument about what poetry is. I'm merely focused on whether or not something carries the rhythms one hopes to find in poetry. Nonetheless free verse, at least quality free verse, is not simply a matter of throwing down random lines (unless, I suppose, you're a DaDaist, in which case, you may do what you will). Form and content should, ideally, compliment each other.

Revision, in poetry, can actually be quite useful. If you're not comfortable with it, of course I understand. I had thought, by the request for C&C, that you were looking for advice. If I've somehow offended, I am sorry, and I wish you luck in all future poetic exploration.

I am aware of that hun, you haven't offended me one bit. I appologize if it came off such a way.. but whenever I edit I end up rewriting the whole thing and then it seems to fail afterwards.

My teacher had assigned the assignment based off of published poetry he always does and asks us to make it seem like something of the example. There's more poetry out there than one thinks.. Actually I got 9/10 for that assignment.

This is a protest song I had written last year for creative writing. I'm still very proud of it now that I found it. I am now posting it for critique.

• For All of Us
  
  Listen to them suffer
  Listen to them in pain
  Listen to them scream
  Watch them die
  
  They scream, they die
  they give up their lives
  for something that’s so worthless
  They beg, they plead
  to be set free,
  to be put out of their misery
  They’re broken, they’re bleeding
  for all of us, human beings
  
  Imagine the torture
  Imagine the pain
  Imagine the animals
  go through it again and again
  Imagine it to be a brother
  Imagine it to be a sister
  your mother or your father
  Just imagine, it could be you
  
  Cut open alive
  to see what’s inside
  Electrodes in their brains
  to see if we’re insane
  Eyes sewn shut, eardrums blown
  This is what happens when it is known
  that animals die,
  for all of us, human beings
  
  Imagine the torture
  Imagine the pain
  Imagine the animals
  go through it again and again
  Imagine it to be a brother
  Imagine it to be a sister
  your mother or your father
  Just imagine, it could be you
  
  Listen to them suffer
  Listen to them in pain
  Listen to them scream
  Watch them die
  
  Beg to be saved
  as they cry out in pain
  Beg for death
  as they’re cut open again
  Beg for freedom
  as they’re tortured for no reason
  For the study for cosmetics and (so called) cures
  for all of us, human beings
  
  Imagine the pain
  Imagine the animals
  go through it again and again
  Imagine it to be a brother
  Imagine it to be a sister
  your mother or your father
  Just imagine, it could be you
  
  Don’t stand by,
  as they continue to die
  Look into their too small cages
  Break open the locks
  Fight for the right,
  for all living creatures
  to be free!