I felt like trying out something new, so why not a sonnet? They are very complicated though, and you need exactly ten syllables per stanza, and an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme. Beware: it’s kind of dark. (The second poem isn’t a sonnet, it’s free verse.)
A girl fights the wind of an icy storm.
Her cracked, ice-covered face is turning blue.
Her billowing cape is so ripped and torn,
it is dirt-crusted, threadbare, and not new.
She dreams of her house, of her clothes and comb
as the wind relentlessly pelts her hard.
She wishes that she could get back home,
and to this, she would prefer getting charred.
And then in the storm’s one last daring feat,
her dusty cloak is stolen by the sky.
She is broken, but it’s not her defeat,
her body drops to the ground, her eyes dry.
She thinks to herself, This is not the end.
I’m determined, I’ll eventually mend.
In a world of darkness, where is the light?
In a world of wrong, where is the right?
In a world of no melody, where is the song?
In a world of short messages, where are the long?
In a world of confusion, where are the solutions?
In a world that should be clean, why is there pollution?
In a world of wars, where is the peace?
In a world that should be rising, why do we decrease?
In a world where some are wealthy, why do those take gems?
In a world where the piles of bad are growing,
why do you add to them?
Thanks for reading!