So this is where I shall be posting my poetry. I've only just started writing it this nine weeks (for a creative writing class -- why did I think that was a good idea?) and have no idea how I am at it since the teacher is not big on crit. She gives everything a 95! Annoying, ne?

But enough rambling! Time to bust some (not) rhymes!

The Window

Trees rock in rough rhythm
Just outside the glass shield.
The wind whips sheets of
Dirty water over filthy streets,
Taking with it leaves, and paper,
And the physical evidence
Of a million lives.
A power converter explodes
In a shower of white hot lights
Soon extinguished by the
Relentless, driving rain.
A pile of bricks falls over
With a loud crack,
And the tarp that cloaked it,
Goes flying off into the night
Like a vengeful plastic bat.

Im not sure what it means but i do like it. Its very creative and i like how you detail each event

what the heck kind of sigy is that?!?!?!?

Its storm from x-men on her wedding day

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To me this is not true poetry this is part, begining, or the end of some sort of story I dont find it to be poitry it shows none of the signs(poetry doesnt alwase rime granted but it still has to have something in it that just catches people) now if it was a story i would be intrested.