Here are a couple of poems I wrote that do have some rhyme and rhythm. The result is that they have a few truly horrible lines that I would love to get rid of if I could think of some other way to fill the rhyme.
Poem #1
You can’t turn the colors of the rainbow
into black and white.
You can’t write the ending to this story
so it comes out right.
You don’t know until it matters
if you’re weak or if you’re strong.
But no one has the right to say
that what you did was wrong.
Tomorrow is a new day
that you might not live to see.
The first night is the hardest
yet by morning, you’ll be free.
You thought you were invincible
but anyone can fail.
And now you keep on running
from inside your mental jail.
Anybody else
could have made the same mistake.
You know it intellectually
but still you lie awake.
Repeating like a mantra
that you did the best you could.
Asking, “if I die tomorrow,
will my friends say I was good?”
Poem #2
I’m sorry for being a terrible friend
I want you to know I’ll be here till the end
I’m sorry I tried and it wasn’t enough
I want you to know that I’m not giving up
I’m sorry it hurts and I wish I could help
We went in with a vengeance and out with a yelp
I never knew I could want something so much
Till you showed me how with your magical touch
I want you to know that I’m not going to leave
Though we’ll never know now what you could have achieved
I want you to know that I’m proud of you still
And you’ve left your footprints for me to fulfill
Here are a couple of poems I wrote that do have some rhyme and rhythm. The result is that they have a few truly horrible lines that I would love to get rid of if I could think of some other way to fill the rhyme.
Poem #1
You can’t turn the colors of the rainbow into black and white. You can’t write the ending to this story so it comes out right. You don’t know until it matters if you’re weak or if you’re strong. But no one has the right to say that what you did was wrong.
Tomorrow is a new day that you might not live to see. The first night is the hardest yet by morning, you’ll be free. You thought you were invincible but anyone can fail. And now you keep on running from inside your mental jail.
Anybody else could have made the same mistake. You know it intellectually but still you lie awake. Repeating like a mantra that you did the best you could. Asking, “if I die tomorrow, will my friends say I was good?”
Poem #2
I’m sorry for being a terrible friend I want you to know I’ll be here till the end I’m sorry I tried and it wasn’t enough I want you to know that I’m not giving up
I’m sorry it hurts and I wish I could help We went in with a vengeance and out with a yelp I never knew I could want something so much Till you showed me how with your magical touch
I want you to know that I’m not going to leave Though we’ll never know now what you could have achieved I want you to know that I’m proud of you still And you’ve left your footprints for me to fulfill