Best Start Off Poems

If you want to succeed at poetry, start off by showing your work.
Be proud of what you’ve created, even when others will smirk.
Focus on what...

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In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or...

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“Back in my day” his stories all would start
I’d  lean in close to listen though I knew ‘em all by heart
He was a living...

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I've decided to write a letter
To everyone who ever told me that I wasn't good enough.
It could start off like “dear humanity,”
Because sometimes I feel...

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It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
you don't look like "Badmans" calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what...

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I awake to the dawn of a new day
I wonder what this day will bring to me
I reckon I should start off with a prayer
I...

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I roll over exhausted and hit the snooze,
This early morning wake up is giving me the blues;

I crawl out of bed more tired than I...

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I sleep, though it’s only temporary
Simple love exists there within my eyes
However it’s broken, quite unhealthy
I cannot sleep, I awake with disguise

Simple love exists there...

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Casablanca
Gone with the Wind
I've seen this movie before,
and I know how it ends
First we start off slow,
then become Best Friends
That's when the Love Story begins
We...

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I challenge you to a rhetorical
to prove me wrong else be unconventional 
‘bout a problem that’s gone systematical
everyone’s so radical and cynical   
once...

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Do you remember the first time we locked eyes,
At first neither of us knew where our future lies.
We both thought the other was going blow...

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Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d...

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I hope this letter, to you, a stranger 
Becomes a letter to a friend 
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start...

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I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful 
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant...

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