write a poem worth reading

Pen to Paper
By Nancy V. Sont

In Karla’s home, we sit around
Listening to poetry, so much doth abound
Within each of us sisters
We have much to say
But putting it on paper is not for today.

For the calls of our children,
And the piles of clutter
Wash from our mind everything but mother.
So tonight we gather to share something deep
Our feelings on paper for time we will keep

I fear heights, noise, garlic, darkness,
Cats, pain, dust, and sourness.
I fear meat, time, food, cancer,
Flying, gravity, blood, and water.

I fear mostly everything,
This, that and almost anything.
Fear scares me the most,
More than parachuting across the coast.
It’s like a cavity,
It won’t go away.
You have to fix it,
Or let it wander astray.

It all scares me,
Even you,
Even me,
And everything in between.
What can I tell you?
To make you see?

It’s like a disease,
Sometimes without a cure.
Sometimes with one.
Watching it,
Experiencing it,
Feeling it,
Nothing seems to work.

My great fear of fears.
It knaws at me inside,
Just like a cold or flu.
But deep inside,
I know this can’t be cured.

All these fears are such a fiend,
What do I fear?
Let me start again.

i only wright about what i am fealing im only 14 and i never showed any one them

...well, i’m still a little iffy about my poetry, but i’m pretty self-critical with all my creative endeavors, so that’s to be expected. but yeah, i let people critique my poetry for the first time in this creative writing club at my college, and most of them really liked it, which kind of surprised me because i always think i write really nonsensical, abstract, detached, specific situation kind of stuff. but i guess i’m just saying to just write what you feel (yeah, really original advice) and keep working at it. i need to write more now, but i used to write, like, 3 poems a day and it felt so great to produce something real and raw and beautiful.

good luck, kids.