Can you write poetry?

Window in the Sky

Last to bed, first to rise
He wakes in a cloud in the skies
The sun is still down, he is still up
He fills with water from a big cup
He’s eager to begin, desperate to start
On his new path with a filled up heart
She breathes new life into this weary old man
He’s grateful to be young again in this master plan
They take each other’s hand and run towards this new path
They hope for few turns and that their love will last
Years go by and they’re still high
They faced some big monsters and won with ease
Side by side getting so far while living as they please
They’re still in love as they grow old together
Everything around them faded away as time went by
He thinks of them together during this crazy weather
As he sits and writes this at a window in the sky

"My Thoughts, I Cannot See"
My emotions reflect off the screen,
They pour from my eyes,
Seep from my veins,
And I'm blinded by the intensity of "feelings."
Keeping them hidden, I do my best,
But in the end,
They're exposed for all to see.
Naked and in your face,
Just like me-
Take it, or leave it.

-Kelly.

Write a poem a day
To keep bad thoughts at bay
Write it down, get it all out
It's better not to scream and shout
Be open and honest
You need to promise
Find a creative way
To say what you'll say
Let the words dance onto the page
So the readers will feel the passion or rage
Tell your story with rhythm and flow
So their minds will awaken and glow
Give it some depth and contrast, add a tone and some hue
To give the reader an interesting story and a better view

The word unheard and written down,
Felt within the heart without a murmur or sound,

Words which cause cognition,
Stirring emotion and vision,

Time marches on but the written word remains,
Indelible like a precious photo within a picture frame,

To touch another soul, stir another mind and melt another heart,
A brand new start, a new friendship, a work of art….

She was like a tornado,
A violent storm fueled by passion and anger.
No force known to man could stop her,
Because her drive made her untouchable.
Nothing could stand in her way,
For she harnessed earth, wind and fire,
And because she made that well known to all,
Only the bravest of souls could win her heart.

Sapio

Who is to say what is romantic or profound?
Who is to say what words will rouse the warrior to draw his sword, rise again and fight on?
Who is to say what words will win the heart of the woman who has won mine and holds it in the palm of her hand.
Is it the words of the poet, the philosopher, the cleric, the sage, the fool or are they my own?
I know not, yet my ears are ever ready to hear their words, and those that are yet just the whispers on the wind.
Words to inspire, words to stir the blood.
So I listen, and I dream, and I live.

No sure how profound any of it is, but I used to write hundreds of poems -- and some song lyrics -- published some. More recently I haven't been writing much, but when I do it tends to be prose poems.

She walks in like the wind
Nearly blowing down the doors
As she comes on in
I have her on all fours
Taking her from behind
My head is in her pretzel legs holding me tight
She squeezes til I get her right
Eating her out to the rind
She quivers and shakes
Then she bakes
We go again til we sweat
I tickle and tease her little button
She makes me keep on nuttin'
She can't take much more
We roll then land on the floor
We laugh then keep on going
Our tiredness starts showing
We hold each other tight
As the sun comes up and ends the night
We're happy, she smiles,
crinkles her nose and closes her eyes
I touch her nose with mine, kiss her head
Then we crawl into bed