I suppose, I am more likely than a great many people to understand,
and yet still I fall just short, I can not make myself.
Whether that is my own fault, I am not certain.
From on high, they look down upon me, and all others like me with contempt,
for our supposed unwillingness to understand,
and yet, I want nothing more.
Their inaudible criticisms ring in my ears,
They'll humor me, and give me advice,
but they do so with feigned interest,
expecting me to fail.
Of the many terrible feelings in the world,
that is one of the worst,
when someone expects you to fail.
Do I even try or do I not?
That is the question that I now ask myself,
almost certain that I will fail,
not even worried about wasting my time,
but about wasting others.
It pains me to realize that there is something that I just can not do,
growing up being told that anything is possible,
if you only set your mind to it.
And yet, I can not understand.

I don't write it with the intent of poetry, I'll just sometimes get a certain wording stuck in my head that just explains a thought or a feeling really well, and then I'll write it down, I'll think of something else, and I just keep adding on to it. I have multiple things like this. It doesn't exactly rhyme, but not all poems rhyme. The way I've always seen this and other things I've randomly written is just as a collection of well worded thoughts.

If you do consider this a poem, I wasn't very specific when writing it, do you think it makes sense?

Hi everyone! For one of my classes we have to write a poem. We had to write down the weirdest dream we've had, and then these dreams were then randomly passed out amongst the class. Now we have to write a poem based on the dream we got passed back to us.

The dream I got is basically that this person is sleeping and wakes up to the sound of furniture being moved on the floor below. They walk out of their bedroom and to the stairs and look and see that all of the furniture is exactly how it usually is...nothing has been moved. This person goes back to their room, and as soon as they shut their door, the sounds of moving furniture start up again.

So, my question is, how can I make a poem out of this? My teacher told us that we can change a few things up in the dream if we want to, and that we can add things to it. We cannot mention in the poem that it is a dream or that the person is really sleeping.
Do you have any ideas of how I could form this into a poem?
Also, what would be a good title?

Thanks!

This isn't the whole poem. This is only the first stanza. You left out the second part of the poem. A sonnet is typically 14 lines long, and this poem is in fact 14 lines long, but you have quoted only the first 8.

The meter is irregular. I think the writer was trying to write in meter but didn't quite know how to do it correctly. And the rhymes are not all quite right: "breath" and "left" don't rhyme.

Different ways to write a poem?

Hi. I want to write a poem, but I'm not sure how. (I'm used to writing short stories). There's many different styles and types of poetry. Could somebody please give me some different types of poetic rhythms and meters that I can experiment with?