My First Poem

This was the very first poem I wrote a few months back, to prove to myself that poets were just ordinary people who wrote flowery stuff and didn't understand what they were writing. Obviously, my perspective has changed since then but have a look and draw your own conclusions. For some unknown reason, my first few poems revolved around love.

If only
If only the sun shone brighter,

Then it would blind my vanity-

The vanity of living by your standards

Encapsulated upon your loveliness.

If only the grass was greener-

Then you would be by my side.

Whisk away my cries of a thousand sunsets

Lifting our souls to heights untold.

If only lovers were blind to whim follies.

Forgiveness would come easy for the couch ripped in anger,

Shattering arguments cemented on envy and suspicion.

We would tumble, fragile limbs embracing

In a sea of love and passion.

But all of the above is my childhood voice,

naive and unafraid to dream

In a world where the abstract and simplistic are thought foolish.

So i guess we'll have to settle on the multi-layered complexity of our love

And only dare to realise such fantasies in poems.