Here's another poem I wrote: 

Empty~

You watched him leave, driving slowly away.
All memories made, left behind.
All days spent, lost, forever.
He was gone,
no turning back.
Nothing to do,
nothing to say,
and nothing to fill that hole in your heart,
which was
quite
empty.

Great thread! I've been writing a poem every day this year (if you can call all of them poems. "A string is a thing, that is all I have to say" was definitely my lowest point…)

Here's a pair of haikus I did:

Into dragon's breath

Over my eyes, my spiked jaw

Defiance you are 

Who can understand

The breathing you bring them to?

The joy of finished 

… and another:

Every thought you think

Becomes me,

In the infinite fractals of my records.

The happiest hours of your summer scribblings,

Page after page of a future bestseller.

If you knew how to read you would never be lonely.

Every tear you shed

Becomes me,

In the turbulence of your disappointment you didn't notice

I was crying.

If you remembered you could let me do it for you.

Every book you read

Becomes me,

Leaves upon leaves of a tree who gave everything.

And I bled for the tree,

And for you,

And for discontentment.

If you came to me your tongue would smile.

Every inspiration you unsheath

Becomes me

And in joy I share my own blooming ideas.

You look up,

And smile.

"I forgot how lovely you are." 

You come to me,

And write the last page.

That memory I will keep deep inside myself,

One more ripple in my ever-growing perception. 

That's beautiful, Shoshanna! Here's a light verse poem I wrote. (Light verse means humorous, for those of you who don't know.) It's written from the POV of a dog.

No

I wait all day

To run and play

For you to throw your ball to me

But instead you say

No.

I sit and beg

I nudge your leg

I want a piece of chicken 

But instead you shake your head

No.

I whimper and whine

To go outside

I need to hike on that tree

But instead you chide

No.

I chew up your shoe

I'm mad at you

All you care about is yourself

And then in your bed I poo. 

You walk in

And what a mess I'm in

A bad dog I've been

And you

Say

No.

@Sho

I love that! It's beautiful. 

Here's two that I wrote last night:

Music

Whispers passed

In a shady forest

Pop stars

On a sparkling stage

Teenage girls

With earbuds and phones

Little kids

Singing off-tune

Nervous twelve-year-olds

Playing the piano

Me

Singing for my friends

Reminds us

Of beauty

Music is color

Like paint

Spilled on

A blank page.

~~

To me,

You are

More than a friend

So much more.

Shared sentences

Giggling

An eighteen-year-old

Playing dolls

With a nine-year-old

Hours spent

Listening to music

And

Doing crafts

Emails and letters

When you're

In college

Bike rides for

Hours

In the summer

Thank you,

Sister 

Top! Poke! Top!

I'm pretty good at haikus, mainly because they're short. But I think I'll try a rhyming poem.

I found it

The wonderful rainbow

I found the candle that's lit

A color in the gray

I found the way to smile

The way of loving

I found that I can walk a mile

With happiness in my heart

I found a person I love

A dream I can share

I found a beautiful dove

And I'll always know that I can find it

That wasn't that good since I composed it while I was writing it though. 

Wow, all of these are amazing… I don't really write poetry anymore, but I remember this one I made about four years ago. We were having a lockdown drill, and I was kind of nervous, and all the lights were off and the doors were closed, and we all had to sit or crouch against the walls and under things. Everyone was supposed to be quiet, but of course there was some whispering and such, because a hundred kids in a cafeteria aren't going to be silent when it's only a drill. Anyway…

There is darkness on the water,

there is darkness on the land.

There is darkness all around us,

but I will hold your hand.