Here is the first poem I've written, an assignment for my Lit class. Critique is strongly appreciated.
"With what great fervor they swept outside!
As chaotic as the raging tide,
Yet unified in principle!"
My admission, do you crave,
That they did crash and foam as wave?
Their unruliness of procession
Is my sole confession,
For while they may shout and leap,
United they are but with principles of sheep,
Righteous activism present only in the shepherd.
"Your cynicism is a venom to your soul!
On what grounds do you state that
To be their goal?!"
My assertion would be by you confirmed,
If you but asked the flock concerned.
"With what great fervor they swept outside!
As chaotic as the raging tide,
Yet unified in principle!"
My admission, do you crave,
That they did crash and foam as wave?
Their unruliness of procession
Is my sole confession,
For while they may shout and leap,
United they are but with principles of sheep,
Righteous activism present only in the shepherd.
"Your cynicism is a venom to your soul!
On what grounds do you state that
To be their goal?!"
My assertion would be by you confirmed,
If you but asked the flock concerned.