WARNING: This one isn't funny so....
The words swirl around me
Taunting like black crows
My task is to collect them
Sort them into some kind of sense
Turn the crows into pretty flowers or calming waves
But to me the flowers are already wilted
And the waves only crash against me
Wearing me down until there is nothing left
And when I’m calling, crying out for help
All I receive are the images of their sunflower fields
And perfectly swirled dark clouds
Why can’t I see it?
My eyes search for the method, the how
How can they create masterpieces,
When all I see are crows?
Author's Note:
For this one we were supposed to write about something that we struggled with emotionally or something that just made us really sad. This is about my struggles with writing. I always feel like I'm unable to find the right words to make the beautiful writings you see from other people.
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Mostly Funny Poems
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote for a Creative Writing class. Most of them are bad, but also hilarious so if you're in the mood for reading the first poems I've ever written then here they are. Enjoy!
