[Serious] Poetry

[Rev. Rye]

Here are two poems I wrote in my college days (well, my first college days):

A GAME OF SOFTBALL

I stand awaiting my
Turn for softball.
One person practices his
Swing. He walks up to
Me as he practices. I get
Hit by his bat and I
Scream. Half the class
Laughs pointing at me claiming I should have
Moved away. I lost half of
A tooth, a Pint of
Blood at the very least and
My illusions of the kindness
Of people in my school and
The kindness of people in general and
The kindness of God, if he even ever was.
The Pain overwhelms me
For the rest of the day, but the pain
And the scars on my lip
Remain, has remained, and will
Forever remain in my mind.

THE R BUDD DWYER TAPE

Horrors around the 'Net abound,
I watch them with my mouth agape;
But one's seen none until one's found
The Famous R. Budd Dwyer Tape.
When watching it, I'd foreward lurch,
more than when I saw Propersearch.

Budd knew that he would go to jail,
decided he had had enough,
so for tomorrow's Daily Mail,
he blew his whole damn head clean off.
He said, just as he found his gun,
“Stand back, 'cos this will hurt someone.”

And wading on the River Lethe,
Budd stands alone, but less a head,
A catch from “The Faces of Death”
Known less alive than when he's dead.
Stigmatized by Society,
He made his Notoriety.

It's seen by thousands every day,
You see that I am one of them.
And in this fine, fine month of May,
I'm sidetracked in study for Chem.
And so, my mouth no more agape,
I watch the R. Budd Dwyer Tape.

The first is wholly original, the second modeled on a famously maudlin Romantic poem. Honestly, I prefer prose to poetry and have since focused on short stories.

[energizer bunny]

I want to get an accurate rating for my poetry.
Please don't troll, but vote and leave a comment.

Now I will write a small sample for you:

My sight became weary
It became tired and hazy
I didn't feel it's wet and rainy
I wished if I wasn't lazy
But my thoughts were full of clouds
They were full of worry
They were scared of a pawn that shouts
They were locked behind the crowds
The infamous crowds that look so scary

I liked it.