I don't write poetry much any more. Even when I do I scrap 98% of what I write. Usually I try to get a message across with them. Anyway, here's a few:

Today

What a lightless world we live in today.
The darkness relentless and always to be.
Though one hundred thousands may never sway.
It's one hundred thousand homes we never will see.

There's constant light that will never be known.
For we hear and see few absurdities.
But only those, the light left unshone.
Leaving us blind and down on our knees.

Don't be fools and open your eyes.
Children laugh and a songbird sings.
Take a walk and watch as time flies.
Away from the news and the misery it brings.

See the world new again.
Enjoy the sun and wind and rain.
Forget about the world's sin.
The daily news and hourly pain

Until once more you have to rest.
Laying in bed relaxing your feet.
The remote laying across your chest.
Waiting for the cycle to repeat.

Endlessly...

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The Caged Bird

In my house there was a bird
In his cage he was always heard

I fed and cared for him every day
Untill once again along came May

For it was then that i finally saw
A flock of birds with the same colors and jaw

I knew then what i must do
I opened its cage and out it flew

And so i went to bed without my bird
Met with a sadness that was yet unheard

But when i awoke it was there
In its cage divine and fair

It could have have stayed free day by day
But yet it stuck with me anyway...

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Wisdom

All these years, they go on by.
Some people laugh, other's cry.

Fifteen I have lived, both tragic and kind.
I believe both have shaped my mind.

Memories horrid I wouldn't dare take away.
for they allow my wisdom to grow and stay.

Memories happy help me not.
Kind they are, but my vision they clot.

My mind is balanced my empathy too.
Every man deserves a chance or two.

I have done wrong, and recieved it, true.
I would do for them the same as for you.

For I see not what could be, or what was.
But what is, not why or because.

Memories, both new and old.
Help my mind to completely unfold.

For now and forever.

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Laughter

Wind blowing into the doors of the church.
Blowing out the burning candles.

A hallowed wind.
A hollow wind.

Innocent laughter being carried lightly.
Dying as the gust blew away.

Quickly fading away.
The gust moves on.

Where is the cheer that once filled the halls?
The halls of the schools, the homes.

It seems there is nothing.
Faded, like the laughter.

Why can I hear it no more?
The sound is still here.

The meaning is gone.
The laughter is empty.

Where now... Is the holiday cheer?
I laugh as my friend jokes.

Even my sound..
Seems to be empty..