Theme For English 9

Mr. Geib said,
Go home and write a poem tonight,
Let the words just flow onto the page,
Your verse will be all the rage,
And everyone will see how well it is made.

The words are supposed to come from inside,
From the deepest part of my soul,
Poetry is meant to be beautiful and soft,
Poetry paints a picture
Of meadows and flowers,
Storms and lighting,
Cracking across the sky.
Of the sea:
Untamed and cunning,
Softly caressing the shoreline.

Poetry tames the wild winds,
Harnesses the sky that never ends,
And clams the wicked storms. Poetry speaks of peace,
Love and understanding.
Speaks truthfully of war and hate,
Racism and death.

Poetry captures the innocents of tears,
Serenity
And the Zen like peacefulness in lying in a field for hours,
Only poetry is beautiful enough
To reach an understanding of beauty.

And so how am I
Supposed top create this magnificent use for words?
I am no Shakespeare,
No Edgar Allen Poe.
I am myself.
Merely a student of the masters of old.
I cannot capture this beauty of poetry.

By J.I.W.