A Little Poetry

I’m not much of a poet, really, but I like playing around with it, and I thought I would share some pieces I wrote for my Creative Writing class last spring. If you want to read some really good poetry, go over to Holly’s site. She’s very talented.

Nature poem: 

After a spring rain,
Little water beads
Hang tenuously
On the softly budding branches.
Dark puddles glimmer in the parking lot.
A breeze whispers,
But mostly,
Under the sky’s gray canopy,
The world is still,
Its colors freshened by spring and rain.
The grass is green like a golf course.
The horizons fade into blue.
Yellow flowers shaped like stars
Grow in sunny bursts
Beside the white house next door.

Haiku:

Bare feet in the grass
Chasing fireflies at dusk
And the world is ours.

Maybe he loves me
Or maybe he loves me not
Daisies tell the truth?

Traveling poem:

I love the way the lights on Chicago’s skyline
turn into tiny stars when the evening sky
is sapphire blue.
Even though the other cars on the highway
are speeding past, an endless line of hurried traffic,
it’s a quiet night.
It’s my transition time, between home and school,
between family and friends, between old and new,
and each light, each moment, is a gem.
Some people say they feel insignificant and small
and even trapped and stifled by the towering buildings
and faceless crowds.
But I feel freedom and adventure. The air rushing through the windows
is warm, and musky with the hint of a coming summer
and I breathe deeply.
I want to take it all in, everything I see and feel,
and make it a part of me, this moment of possibility,
and this sky of city stars.

Religion poem (originally published with explanation here):

The world cannot stop for you.
You are only a bow on four strings,
A scrap of song on a busy morning,
Drowned out by a thousand voices
And two thousand feet on the pavement.
In glittering concert halls, your genius is legendary,
But here you are interrupting. We cannot stop.

The world cannot stop for You.
You are only a common criminal,
A disturbing spectacle on a sunny day,
Passed by because we do not want to look;
Forgotten because we do not want to remember.
Your name echoes in the ancient courts of heaven,
But here You are interrupting. We cannot stop.