A lot of these I just jot down, not caring for rhyme much at first. If I can't think of a tune for it, I call it poetry. XD I like to play with my stuff visually as well. XD Enjoy, here are some I've done in the past. All comments and advice are very welcome.
The Dreamer
The Dreamer,
Mind lost
out the window
Into an endless tomorrow.
The monotonous shades
Of black-white invisible,
To the miraculous
Spectrums
Of his imagination.
All watch with
Tamed eye,
Capturing the moment in
Sickled hands
Sharp as ambition.
The Dreamer sees.
Goes forward,
up.
only
though
The Stars are Dead
The Stars were dead
And nobody knew it.
All lay in fluffed beds
Not worried a single bit.
The Stars were dead.
Not even the scientists knew.
All went on day to day,
Trapped to their lives and work like glue.
No one had to worry
About what drifted
Above.
Nobody knew
The Stars were dead until
All was Black.
Swept in a pastoral darkness
So thick
Not even the warmest life
Could puncture it.
The Stars are dead.
Walk
Walk
Just walk.
To move is to live and to stay
Is to die.
Walk.
The road is barren
Trees are staring
The very air choking and burning
Your very lungs.
Walk.
The night is near
Though nothing is here.
Not even the stars,
Clouded by tar.
The sides of the street
Padded with feet
Are filled with
Them.
Just staring at Them
You know that they did not
Walk.
A Knock
A knock
At the door.
Two men broad with frowns
And downcast eyes.
Uniforms adorned with color and metal
The American flag.
You drop the letter.
The very envelope weighted like stones.
Words from mocking mouths and false sympathies:
He fought for his country.
You cannot hear more
Knowing that there will be no more
Birthdays or smiles or joy
Or your own baby boy.
Shutting the door,
Lies lies lies.