Poetry by an old Fool

Well now, I recently uncovered several of my "lost" literary compositions from 15 or so years ago, back in my old "I hate the world & wanna die" phase ;D, while I was rummaging through my stuff looking for some old pics when I was still a young angst filled teen, & I thought, "Why not post 'em for the rest of the world to critique", good & bad remarks are welcomed guys

Child
C.R.V.


Farewell divine & honest glee,
The glory that was within me,
Beginnings of all Humanity,
My Child, My Child, Now go and Flee!
May your strength stay with thee,
Stay forth unto infinity.

My Child, My Child, Now I set you free!
Never again shall you be unhappy,
Free from the voices of Man's society,
Never again, anyone dare to envy,
No longer bound by his jealousy,
Farewell my Child, You are no longer me!


The Cube
C.R.V.


What makes thee so right and quaint?
What is it you hide inside,
Out of sight, amidst the blur,
Perfection, is it all that's there?
Never giving off, whatever's wrong.
Or is it, that things are void:
In one point, existence is clear,
In reality...
Nothing exists.


Prey
C.R.V.

Running still, but where to go?
Out of place and out of hope,
Weakness starts to befall my feet,
safety is just out of reach.
All my hopes and all my strength
now I loose as I go on.
Now I know what I must do
Sit this one out,
wait for the slaughter
for it would soon be all over!


So, what do you guys think ;D

 

Nice poems. Better than mine, I'm sure. Although the two last ones don't actually include rhymes, but they have the meaning, and that's what it takes in poetry.

 

I was experimenting with free verse with those two.

I have more, but most of them are really die hard, literally ;D

There's this one where I discuss how it would feel if you're already dead, embalmed & buried under the earth to rot, but as I said, it was too much.

Sad to say, I lost touch with my writer's side years ago, I just lost the feeling, just like that.

 

I like your styles

I'll go ahead and try your style out, my weirdest style is:

A
B
B
A
D
D

or

A
B
C
C
A
B

I'm afraid to lose my writing passion... it's just like dying, being buried along with your body...