I had to write a couple more poems for school. We were told to write a poem that expresses ourselves. The first one has a very literal expression of what I was thinking, though it is somewhat hidden. Enjoy.

Poem 1

Inside is an ocean,
How vast is beyond your ken.
An endless reserve,
To be tapped, or
Even overflow.

To few is this
Home exhibited.
In confidence it is held; a
Secret to be kept with but
A soul of one or two.

So many slide on by,
Shut off by a wall strong as China’s. The
Inane of empty faces
Guards the gate like heart of jewel, with
Never a day off, as the
Minotaur guards its labyrinth.

Every angle perceives it different,
Never showing the whole illustration,
Terrible and terrific is its presentation

Poem 2

A silent gate, black and cold,
Open to some, but not to all.
Expressionless, its face
Refuses its welcome
To many a wanderer.

To many a wanderer,
What behind it lays,
Remains unseen.
An open world
Of endless possibilities.

Of endless possibilities,
Of creation and fun,
The land can’t less be looked upon.
As a battlefield, it is fogged,
The few with admission never
See the light.

See the light,
(The world renewed)
Of angels and demons,
A war half seen.
Secrets untold
And treasures unnumbered,
In a joyous Mordor hidden behind
A silent gate, black and cold.