Poem: Too Fast

Well, hello, friends! Look who’s posting something more than once a month! As I mentioned earlier this year, I have a poetry class this semester where I have to write a poem once a week. I’ve found that I actually enjoy writing poetry sometimes, as long as I get to write about something that makes sense to me. So here’s a poem that I wrote before spring break (and coronavirus), that I thought I’d share with all of you! Enjoy!

 

Too Fast

C.B. Cook

 

Slow.

Down.

You’re too busy.

 

You’re always running around with your head turned down to your phone and working on homework and going to work and wasting time while you keep going and going and going and never taking a breath or stopping and never taking time to actually look at the people around you while you’re absorbed in your own little life not even noticing how the days and months flit past you and no matter what I do I can’t get you to

 

look

up.

 

See the stars.

See the clouds.

Breathe in the

fresh, clean air

after the rain.

See the sunset

reflected in the pond,

setting the water ablaze.

 

Just.

Stop.

Breathe.

 

So there’s the poem! What are your thoughts on poetry? Like it, love it, hate it? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below!

A Poem About Poetry

Hello, wonderful people! Long time no post, eh? College has been pretty crazy lately. This semester, though, I’m in a poetry class, and I’ve been enjoying it quite a bit! Since we’re required to write a poem every week, that also means that I have some writing to share with you guys. I hope you enjoy this poem, the first one that I wrote for the class. Now on to the poem!

 

It Was

C.B. Cook

 

It was pain.

I fumed inwardly,

glaring at the page,

struggling to form words,

ideas,

thoughts.

But the poem wouldn’t come.

Minutes passed.

A word came.

Then another.

Before long,

the page began to fill.

Lines about love,

anguish,

fear

sprouted from my soul.

I set down my pen

and smiled.

I looked back over my poem

and frowned.

It was word vomit.

 

I hope you enjoyed that poem! Let me know your thoughts in the comments below. And let me know what you’ve been up to!

Pessimist And Optimist

Hi, everyone! I thought you would enjoy reading this poem I wrote for a poetry contest (as in, almost a year ago). I didn’t win, unfortunately, but I did make it to the finals! Enjoy!

Pessimist And Optimist

The sun so hot,

I sweat,

I melt,

The days are long and humid.

 

The yard a mess,

I rake,

I sweep,

The leaves keep falling down.

 

The wind so cold,

I shiver,

I freeze,

My fingers nearly numb.

 

The birds so loud,

I weed,

I mow,

There’s so much work to do.

 

The sun so warm,

I bask,

I jog,

The sunshine soothes my soul.

 

The air so crisp,

I twirl,

I leap,

The leaves shed colors on the lawn.

 

The snow so bright,

I shape,

I throw,

The laughter fills the air.

 

The grass so green,

I plant,

I listen,

Nature’s music sings to me.

 

Sour or sweet,

Pushy or helpful,

Harsh or loving,

The pessimist’s view or the optomist’s.

What think you?

Big Red Flower

Big red flower,

How it blooms.

It brightens up

The evening’s gloom.

 

Like a bird

That spreads its wings,

The flower opens

And beauty springs.

 

How delightful,

Such beauty.

That God should give

To you and me.

 

Now you see it,

Now you don’t,

Last for ever?

No, it won’t.