Trying to make a poem,
near a window i sit.
thinking about words,
words right enough to fit.
trying to make a poem,
what topic should i write?
about a sailing boat?
or a flying a kite?
just like a kite,
my thoughts swing and sway;
should i write about a friend gone away?
trying to make a poem,
i watch the lush green tree.
i want emotions to flow,
like a bird set free.
my poem should break the shackles,
and drive away pain;
so what a topic should be?
i sit and think again.
trying to make a poem,
lost love will be just fine,
for all the broken hearts,ones like mine.
trying to make a poem,
good poem needs a rhyme equally good;
i cant a find a right one,
i wish i could.
i make a rhyme, word by word;
i make my own words,
no one ever heard.
trying to make a poem,
i jumble the letters;
with rhymes i mingle,
i write about joy of love;
and pain of being single.
i write the truth,
i add it up with fake;
a very touching poem,
i am trying to make.
trying to make a poem,
at last its all done,
now the time to read;
every single word and each of the rhyme,
makes me proud of my deed.
trying to make a poem,
is this what i wanna say?
so much false deceiving the truth,
black night covering true day.
throwing the paper off the pane,
i try to make a poem again;
this poem must reflect me,
so i sit and think here,
what a topic should be???
