Poetry for Study

I've been writing since I can remember. But I have had a very long lull. I can't think of anything to write about, I can't imagine anyone would want to read what I have to write, and, quite frankly, I'm just tired... Or is that depressed? Either way, I've decided to go through some of my old work and post that. I, personally, like looking at these, and if anyone else enjoys them, that would be great, too.

For today, I have a collection of 4 poems from an English class I took at a community college back in 2001. It was a fun class where we got to explore lots of different types of poetry and try our hands at them. It's great to try new things and see what turns up. Can you guess what types of poems these are??

Who Knows

I understand not well the reasons why

I am unable to translate my heart

And all the time I'm trying hard to try

To find a way to find a way to start

Now, even while I look into his eyes

I see for me he'd travel miles long

And, truth, behind his lashes are no lies

And this, my heart, me thinks, could not be wrong

Some days pass by, and my heart it feels it's weak

And passes by a lonesome turtledove

It stops on window sill and to me speak

"You seem to be unsure this one true love"

And, then, I think with him I'll wait and see

He just could be the one that's right for me.

The Queen's Child

Once was there a girl named Charity

So fine and young was she

Met she a gentleman named William

So enamored with her was he

Oft they secreted in the garden

Hiding there their love

When one morning it appeared

A solitary dove

The song it sang was soft and sad

A lonesome melody

One could almost hear the words,

'"No more with me is she."

Day next did find the queen

Them in the garden kissing

With this she did not agree

And sent their hearts a-missing

"Too young are you, my daughter,"

Did say the Queen Marie

And sent Knight William far away

To fight with the cavalry

Many nights later saw William

Whilst praying in a church

A single, forlorn dove

Resting on a perch

The song it sang was soft and sad

A lonesome melody

One could almost hear the words,

"No more with me is she."

And I will, actually, end there today, at two instead of four. I have two more from this class which I would like to post, but as I was typing these, I had feelings... I wish I had listened to the dove, and Queen Marie. I think they must've foreseen how my relationship would go. For almost 20 years after these poems, I was emotionally and mentally abused by this 'Sir William.'

Sir William

A knight, I guarantee, was he not

May he sit in his cell and rot

With his forking little dove

Crying out his misery

He promised his hand

And did not cheat on me

But the abuse which he served

Was enough to make my soul

Want to unlive me

I cut myself on the bathtub side

Hoping to hide my despair

When all I needed was divorce

And all of my friends near

(Let us not forgot, how long they have been there)

And, ladies, if you see someone trying to ruin your soul

Trust in me, have no fear, just leave and .... take as much of his money as you can cuz hell he doesn't love you and he doesn't need to be feared. Also, there's SafeHouse and other places like this for people who are abused in the home.

And if it comes up in your mind that marry him you should not

Please don't marry him, put him in that cell to rot.

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Your emotions are screaming louder, listen!

I love you!! Thanks for reading.