When it comes to writing, I don't think it's unhealthy to be a bit self-depricating. If you're good, such an attitude will make you even better. If you're bad, it'll make you try harder. Just so long as you don't dip too far over into shy self-pity.
With that in mind, here are some poems I've written that I don't think completley suck. Your mileage, of course, may vary.
Pennies
Penny for the widow.
One finds the world
a falling seed
we dine
and drink
on finest wine
from ship to shore
to seek
but more
from greed
for gifts
our spirit lifts.
Farthing for the bride.
If much is found
to lose, thus lost
and much is gained
to have, thus hold
Watch the seas
from salty cliffs
the gulls, they fly
the Sirens call.
Pound for the daughter.
Follow those
who came before
after those
who fell at the door
Fiver for the son.
Who rises
(fields of roses)
and stands tall
and defiant
the colossus
taller still
the angry clockwork giant.
Money for the family
toss it down the well
Money for the family
to the gates of hell.
We come
from quests
of length imperious
faces solemn
our tones so serious
return to shore
of solid mind
with treasure troves
-the wonders, still ours to find.
We all fall down
At the door.
Come gather round, small children
listen to the tale
of fallen kings
and angry dragons
come listen to the story
of lost souls
and those of us who came before.
The Siege Of Pizza Hut
The siege
Shall be broken
To battle afresh!
Through armour and blade
We'll tear up their flesh!
They’ve made
A monstrosity
And we say
They must pay
Mountains will tremble
and houses shall shake
As our battle dictates
The Divine's decreed fate
Fight
'Til first light
Battle 'til sore
Their ring will be broken
They'll surround us no more
Blood and fire
Chant in ire
The matter is clear
the Holy Crusade
splitting peer from peer
The reason we're standing
Out here in the rain
can be heard
in the sound
of our war cry's refrain.
"YOU DO NOT PUT PINEAPPLE
ON A PIZZA."
This is the siege
of Pizza Hut.
Journey
A swirl
And a whirl
Open and closed
Light and then dark
A star-bound Ark
Nurseries expire
And nebulae blossom
The spin of the sun
So many
Just one
The Universe turns
The curve of all time
And space takes her lover
Her husband is spurned
Dancing through twilight
The glow is a gap
Tearing horizons
Breaking down walls
Between ceiling and floor
God’s spun a weave
A spider’s embrace
A sculpted face
Of beauty unbound
Sound in surround
Trailing away
And rising again
The wisp and the willow
The trickling sand
Through spectacle glass
The blur is a glow
Dragged along by an ass
The ship’s cracking bow
The journey’s forever
It’s ending-
Comes never
The captain’s creation
The crew are the stars
Their destination’s eternity
But they’ll settle
For Mars.
Lifestyle Choices
Your life
As a pig
Is not so bad
As a Princess
You were
Subjected to fads
But a pig, you see
Has simplicity
The wallowing mud
The trough
And the cud
There aren’t any worries
No fashions or trends
Just food to pass
Between your ends
Royalty was wine
Fine and distilled
Clothes made of silk
And powdered up pills
Here, there’s some hay
And the days seem to blaze
In a lovely,
Lazy,
Fat-saturated haze
A pig,
You see
The simplicity.
Now we’ll take you away
And carve you all up
Hump, rind and lump
Your rear end’s quite plump
The farmer, he leers
And drags you by the ears
As a Princess you might’ve
Put him to death
Alas
You’re a pig
And you’ll be dinner
At best.
Up.
In the sky
Broken glass
Twinkle
Twinkle
Light goes past
Trailing the bird
Under the moon
Silver and white
A midnight delight