Here's two poems i wrote for my creative writing class, while i'd call myself a writer i would not call myself a poet but here they are..the second title should look familiar
I look at the blank faces as they stare into the empty distance,
A loud, collective silence permeates the waiting area,
Phones buzz and last-minute “I love you’s” said.
Passengers board one by one,
Slightly oversized carry-ons stuff the overhead bins,
A curtain divides the 1% from the rest,
Where’s my seat?
“Turn off all electronic devises,” crackles out of the microphone
Held by the mindless stewardess,
Frantically typing for that one, last
“I love y…
and the second which i've gone back and forth on about 100 times since i wrote the original
Light splinters through a broken windowpane,
Meeting an unwelcoming half-opened eye,
At the earliest crows of the rooster.
He lies heavy in his worn-out mattress,
Morning after morning,
Half awake, half asleep, and barely alive.
People joining hand in hand while the music plays the band