Poems and Haikus and Beautifully-Strung Words

I used to not like poetry. I have never felt myself so compelled by it, so attracted by it. It was always a challenge for me to like it or to understand it and at times, to simply read it. But lately, after making yet another tumblr account I was supposed to dedicate purely for writing, I came across bloggers who wrote poetry as beautiful as sunset. These few words strung together are not at all grand and may not have as depth as most people expect all poems to have. But these beautifully-strung words made me change my perspective and made me want to know how to create poems that are short but beautiful. 

I have tried to write short poems several times, and I found myself capable of conjuring haikus that, well, don't normally make sense. But I find myself smiling whenever I am able to squeeze words into the 5-7-5 normal haiku pattern. This isn't much, I know, but this is improvement!!!

These are some of the the "poems" I wrote. Don't expect much, these aren't all pretty and heartwarming but I am trying. I am trying. 

   

i wish feelings were shoes
so you can change every day,
every hour, every minute
without having to worry
about blisters

He touched my hand

and placed it above his chest.

This is yours, he said.

I appreciate

every little thing you do.

My heart is happy.

Just glance at me once,

and all of my world will shake,

leaving me breathless.

It was twelve o’clock

she was dreaming peacefully

until she woke up.

I’m trying, she said.

Then try harder, he said.

She broke down to tears.

As the sky turns black

the city bathes in moonlight

searching for refuge.

Rain is a good thing.

It is both loud and silent,

as are my feelings.

The leaves were falling

at the same time as her tears.

Together they mourn.

No matter how big

the world we’re living in,

there’s someone out there.

I watched him sleeping

and I can’t help but wonder

why am I so blessed.

I’m okay, I said.

He put his arm around me,

knowing that I’m not.

He lay there alone

surrounded by the quiet

waiting for his death.

She looked at the sun

blinding herself with the light

until she can’t see.

The sun is shining

over a beautiful town

on a sad morning.

Miles and miles away

a girl sat by a window

lis’ning to the rain.

By far, these are all I have. I'll post more, soon. I'm really a frustrated writer/poet and I can't help but feel jealous of all the people whose writing abilities are innate and inborn. But with enough practice, and with time and hope and prayers and tears, maybe one day, I'll be the kind of writer I wish myself to be.