I have a sad story that helped me write. Back in High School a good friend of mine had took his own life. I wrote a poem about it for a class. The teacher told me to my face that I should never write again because my writing is not good enough.
Later in 2002 I took a class for creative writing. I told the college teacher what my high school teacher said. The teacher then told me that in the class I was in, I would have to read my poems out loud. This made me very nervous.
So the day came when I had to do this. I read the same poem I was told in high school was not good enough. Everyone stood and clapped. My college teacher told me to never stop writing.
I have been writing since then. Things I see and things that happen in my life. I love to write free-verse and sometimes a little rhyme for fun. Also I believe that a thesaurus is a poets best friend.
I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay
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On his body is a ginger bread thong
To soften you up he sings a sweet sugar song
If you hit on him he’ll play along
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*Heart sound*
An Indian’s drum
Thunder in the sky
The bass in a song
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