It all basically started during the poetry unit in my English class. Part of the assignment was to write your own poetry, which I thought would be difficult. Although, when it came down to writing, I poured my heart and mind into my poems, giving each one a lot of thought. Years later, poetry is now what I use to express myself.
Triplet coyotes
From the day of their birth
Desired the moon
And all it was worth
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What is poetry more than words
Thought into existence by a writer.
What is life than a mystery unspurred
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One tear
Feelings sincere
The blue sky melts away
The bright sun fades and clouds appear
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Last to the kill,
First to the finish.
Fighting until
The thoughts diminish.
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