So, the style of this poem is based on one that Mei did on her daily prompt thread. The actual content is based on the Shadow and Bone series.

Alina, Sun Summoner

Beautiful and pure

Come up from the shadows

Don't let the Darkling win

Everyone is counting on you

Forgetting you're still human

Getting worshipped must be so hard

How I wish you'd let me in

I know that I'm

Just a poor Otkazat’sya

Knowing what it feels to be

Lost

My sweet, I am become a blade for you*

Now please let me in

Or we may fall

Pushing through the bounds

Questioning the making

Ravka will fall

So will I

To the lost girl

Under the Fold

Vying for a better life

Why, oh why did you offer

Xenia to the boy of shadow

You wonder how the world will end

Zealously, the world will end

I just read The Highwayman in school, and I loved it! This is a poem inspired by it. It has the same cadence (ish), but not the same theme. I haven't written a poem in YEARS, so I would appreciate feedback! Also there's no rhyme scheme. I'm trying to get back to my poem writing days slowly, without tackling it all at once. 

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When we go up to the moonlight

I feel like I can touch the stars

When we go running down the road

I feel like I could climb the mountains

When we go splashing in the stream

I feel like I could swim the ocean

Touch the stars, climb the mountain, swim the ocean

Together.

I have another one somewhere too. It's a special kind of poem, I forgot what it's called. But I wrote it with some of my friends. And AARGH, I can't find it! But it was the best poem I've ever written. I'll post it if I ever find it!

~Starseeker 

Came across a prompt that uses the first line & title of a song. . . 

now or never (Halsey)

i don't want to fight

right now, you say, and

you seem so tired, so worn, so

lost that i want to give you 

a hug, but then i remember

that this isn't my conversation

that i am just a bystander

although i shouldn't be

because i— i am too quiet

and i can never find my voice

when i need it most, so i'm

sorry that i stayed silent

but we can't go back

now, love, time waits

for no man or woman.

~~~

I'd love some critique!!  

Oh, hurrah, poetry! I have several that I'd like to post, but I'll do them in separate comments for fear of one getting too long.

—— 

Origins

I am from nowhere and somewhere, 

from clicking chopsticks,

the sharp scent of onions,

the smooth twang of voices

forming words, round and soft,

that fit into my mouth

like the mints

that Di 12 keeps in her purse.

I listen, but don't understand, and

speak, halty and slow,

with the wrong accent,

and wonder what I am saying. 

I am also from candles,

two, a pair of identical twins

in a race to see which

can melt faster,

from honey-colored bread

that is hot in my hands when I pull off a chunk.

It's sweet, like the dark juice

which sloshes in

fluted glasses.

I sing in a tongue

with even edges

and square corners

that tastes

just a little tangy

a bit like the dought warmth

of the Challah

that they used to pass out

at snacktime

at Sunday School.

I feel important

because, now, I know

what I am saying, though not

nessecarily what it means.

I am from leather photo albums

and watermelon-staind grins

from steaming bolws of pho

and oily crisp-fried latkes

from colorful coconut candies and red envelopes,

from parched brittle bread and greens dipped in salt.

I am from places I have been,

and ones I might never see—

I am from nowhere

and from somewhere.