Poems

I was going through some files on my computer and came across some stuff I did for my creative writing class this last semester at college. There were some short stories, some essays, and some poems. I thought, just for the heck of it, I'd share the poems I wrote on here. We only wrote three.


This one was just supposed to be about anything and it could be as long or as short as we wanted. it could rhyme or not. We were just supposed to write a poem. So I wrote about one of my passions.
Saturday One O’Clock
Can I wait for Saturday one o’clock this week?
Every week I ask this, can my patience forgo? 
Once again it is looking bleak,
As I whisper to myself, “No”.
It’s all I ever think of all day and night
Some might call me obsessed with it
Who knows, they could be right
I probably am, at least a little bit.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday
The days do not go by fast
Thursday, Friday, and finally Saturday
The moment has come at last.
I switch on the computer, all other thoughts departing,
Because Doctor Who is finally starting.


We were supposed to write a sonnet for this one. Some people say that they are really easy to write. I heartily disagree. I had the toughest time with this. We could write about anything as long as it was in sonnet form. After scrapping many ideas, I chose to write about when I was in a play in high school.
More Than the Leads
Up and down the stage we walk
As our cues come around 
And we speak our lines.
And we get the most applause in the end.
Even more than the leads.

In our frilly dresses and bouncy feathers,
Bright pink makeup 
And high buckled shoes.
And we get the most applause in the end.
Even more than the leads.

The red curtain closes and opens
Mrs. O.’s arms wave
The colors of the music rise. 
And we get the most applause in the end.
Even more than the leads.

We hear the guitar strum
And the piano plink
Step, tap, beat in time.
And we get the most applause in the end.
Even more than the leads.

As a group, we circle together
“Amazing! Amazing!” we sing
We raise our hands in the air.
And we get the most applause in the end.
Even more than the leads.

We sing like the birds that we are
We’re dainty, we’re fine
We are vivacious.
And we get the most applause in the end.
Even more than the leads.


This one could not be any longer than... oh, I think he said 5 or 6 lines. Must have been since this one is 6 lines. And it had to present some sort of emotion. I chose the most emotional subject I had at the time, my epilepsy. (It wasn't so hard for me at that point. It's gotten worse over time. I just needed something to write about).
Epilepsy
Call everyone
Tell them all about me.
Tell them to pray.
Every night I live in fear
That another will come,
But tonight I sleep.