My Poems

A problem I am having.

Filled in a world of constant illusions

All I know is my teenage delusions

Never knowing how to feel

Never knowing what is real

It might be bland, or cliché

But it’s all I have for today

I’ve so much I want to know

But know not which way to go

Opening up this heart of mine

But having nothing to put on the line

Doing my best to write with feeling

Trying to leave the whole world reeling

Sometimes leaving a message of hope

Sometimes writing just to mope

Poems of deepest darkness throughout

Poems of fear, betrayal, doubt

Now as I sit back with a sigh

I wonder if I should say goodbye

Maybe poetry isn’t for me

Even though it is so easy

Maybe I’m just trying too hard

But my heart keeps playing these wild cards

With emotions aflutter and confusion abound

This isn’t something I can work around

As I look back, now I can see

All of my works are elementary

I feel so worked up because this is so rough

I feel like my poems are not good enough

Reviews

[Hyacinth]

Raw, real, and speaking of a struggle in the most elegant way possible. This had not left me dissapointed, Joshua. Let me say: your poems ARE good enough-without a doubt,

[JoshuaCmngs]

It means a lot. I appreciate your feedback as always, and I hope to be getting a lot more content out there.