Have you ever written a poem?

Of course.  I'm a writer.  (you didn't specify a good poem)

I wrote a few when I was taking an essay writing course -here's one that was published in the local rag at New Year's 2000.

I smoke while gabbing with a friend 
Can't resist the cigarette trend

i'll quit some day but not right now 
Because cigarettes are the cat's meow

I puff and smoke in the early morning 
The hack and cough an ignored warning 

I get a craving in my sleep
Smoke mattress stuffing because it's cheap 

My mouth's a firebox, throat's a chimney 
My. lungs cry "don't put that in me!"

Life's a challenge;  there's lots of humor
Until doc says "you've got a tumor!"

I love my youthful wholesome glory
But not an early obit story

How can I quit this awful vice
When it's promoted so attractively nice

No more cigarettes in the smart little pack
i've kicked the Reaper off my back.
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This post was edited by Kittigate at August 17, 2020 9:14 AM MDT

 

  Yes, as a student in school, we were assigned to write a haiku, a limerick, free style, etc.  I complied each time, however, personally I am not a fan of poetry, and whatever I wrote all those decades ago are not anything I remember very well nor care to repeat. 

 

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Yes, once while in the mountains.  I lost it years ago. 

I won second place in a song writing contest in a national truck driver's magazine.  

Because Kittigate posted such a good one about smoke, I think I could copy an extract of mine from what is otherwise 600 words long. Whether it's a poem might be debatable, but I just wanted to see what would happen with few words and little information. The title is "Thy art, thou art."

Smoke gets familiar

In her eyes

She doesn't like it but it's all right

Kind of grateful others do it for her

Too much noise

But it clears everything out

No point thinking

 

Especially about time

 

So don't

The phone will

 

Bastard looks like she's stealing for not drinking

 

Ringing

And cue

She just listens through it

When she's waiting like this she wants a hat

Wide brim

Mmmm

Wide

Thought this one would be a bit different

Felt that way

Now it's perfect that it's the same the whole day has been one

One mood one sea no real waves

Let herself float

The world

It comes together then

Balance in the wild

It's it's

Peace if she has it

She's twenty-two now

Maybe start a family

 

And send her children off like this too?

There's a beer can under that table

Yes.

I have. All are complete crap!

i used to write poetry all the time  when I was 10-13. not so much  anymore, my brain just isn’t as creative