I have one. We're doing poetry for school, so I thought I'd give it a shot here to see what people think:
One day long before,
when we were thought of as gods.
They were kings and queens of fate, they could cure heartache,
yet were cursed with a hole in their heart they couldn't satiate.
Slowly but surely, the God-folk fell,
succumbed to the heart-hole they could not quell,
suddenly, the truth, the world wasn't enough
And to the world of lies they turned.
The God-folk became obsessed with the greatest lie,
and unbound from the shackles of truth, they flew high.
With nothing to bind them to the truth of the Earth,
they no longer saw the world for what it was truly worth.
But these God-folk did not leave the world just yet.
There were some God-folk that wove a net,
this net was in the shape of a promise, a vow
to nature, beauty and greatest of all, truth, they would bow.
The net was woven about their tongues,
the air in their lungs, their very voice.
Yet as they tried to rejoice, they discovered the horror of what they had done.
And with that they tried to speak,
and there was not a sound, not even fragile or weak.
And with that they clawed ravenously for a truth to seek
yet it was all, everything, tainted with untruth's reek
whether in small speckles, or larger piles,
that vow shaped net could not be defiled
At this horror, they tried to scream,
but they could not make a sound it seemed...
please tell me what you thought, it would be much appreciated