This is another poem I wrote for my poetry class. We had to make up a character and write in first person from their point of view.

Open Road

Another day on the road.

Searching for something,

Something to fix this broken soul.

My jeans are torn,

My hair’s a mess.

These old shoes have no soles left.

Come on boy,

It’s time to settle down,

It’s time to grow up,

It’s time to move on.

But how can I move on,

When I’m such a mess?

When life only brings me stress?

Ill live my life on the open road,

Until I grow old,

Until I become cold.

This old, cold soul,

Will one day lay to rest.

On the side of the road,

The only place I can find happiness.

Sick again,

Bed bound for the day.

The skys not gray,

But my heart feels that way.

I wont be here, 

When you come around.

You didnt care then,

Why should I care now?

Fuck my head.

The blood drips red,

From these limp wrists,

As you said…

“You deserve the world,

and even more.

Forget the past,

and move on.”

But how can I do that with you screaming,

“I love you” in my ear.

Can we go back to September?

Before everything went wrong,

Before you were gone.

Each day passes and my only wish,

Is to see you smile again.

Ill whisper while you sleep,

“You wont wake up, death awaits.”

Excuse me, while I cut all ties.

Ill use the same scissors to cut my spinal cord too,

In hopes it’ll stop me from thinking of you.

Sleep the night away

Take my life away

Let me sink to the bottom of the ocean

Where I can rot in peace

And let the fish eat the decay.

Before I fall asleep 

Theres always one thing on my mind

Dont wake up, and everything will be fine

Everything would be fine, and I wouldnt mind.

This is a narrative poem I wrote for my poetry class, kind of corny. 
 

Little Town

I want to run away with you,
Into the mountains,
To a little town.
Where we know everyone,
And everyone knows us.
Staying up all night,
On the front porch swing,
Writing love songs,
That we will forget after a week.
Waking up to the smell of breakfast,
Falling asleep to the sound of the wind.
Bike rides to the general store,
Where we say hello to the old man.
We will have no worries, no troubles.
No problems, we will be in love.
Never forgetting how to love,
And how to live happily.
Growing old together,
Our love will still remain.
But you will age faster than I,
That will not matter,
I will love you till the day you die.
When that day comes,
I’ll sit on that front porch swing,
Singing that old love song,
Wishing I could look into your eyes one more time.
I’ll be that old man,
In front of the general store.
When I see a young couple pass by,
Your beautiful face will come to mind.