They told me to pour everything I had
Onto that sheet of paper.
So I did.
Then graded my feelings
...
Here’s to the girls whose young hearts were broken.
Broken by someone they love and admire.
But still try their bests and never tire,
Their body hurts and they're so soft spoken.
...
Useless
They told me to pour everything I had
Onto that sheet of paper.
So I did.
Then graded my feelings
As if they could be right or wrong
And when I received the paper I got the A
But unsatisfied I tried again.
This time it was different.
I had nothing else to pour,
Because they made me empty
And asked why I was sad
And so I told them this:
Never pour your whole soul
Out onto the sheets of paper.
Because when you’re done
You get the grade
Then you think it’s over.
But you see my friends,
It never is.
Because then you’re empty.
And it was all useless.
That poetry,
Was useless.
Your poems seem to reflect a somewhat despairing view of life. Hang in there. Life will get better when youth quits carrying the weight of the world on their shoulder. The world is full of sorrow; it is true. Make your goal to travel the world one day. Then you'll see how exciting life can be and how beautiful the really is. Then your poetry will shine!