I've written a couple of poems recently, one from a prompt and one for a friendly contest (one that I didn't win, mind you). My skills as a poet need improvement, but I'll publish them below for your amusement.
Patterns
I lose myself in patterns.
The shrillness of my alarm
wakens me to a world of light.
A desire for food moves me to
break my night long fast.
Off to work in attempts to
produce for my boss.
Home means dinner, relaxation,
some time alone.
My pillow brings me dreams of
someday breaking free from repetition.
Yet I lose myself in the patterns which
tie me to a comfortable life.
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Very often I find myself
Poised at the edge of a cliff.
The desire to fly, falling through
Nothing, feeling the wind in my face is overpowering.
Why do I long to castoff from the
Rock that supports my feet?
I seek things that i do not understand,
Enjoyments and pleasures that do me harm.
It hurts others when I jump from the
Cliff over and over again.
I can see the pain in his eyes now.
All too often I find myself
Creeping to the edge of a cliff
Holding a parachute filled with holes.
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