Poems of Every Type [Part 1]

Pen Name: Collin Tyler

Free Verse
I cannot help but stop and look at the pure intimacy.
Are you upset by how uncontaminated it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the intimacy so sheer?

I saw the the hopeless upset of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the voicelessness.
Never forget the bleak and lost voicelessness.

I saw the the yellow temporary state of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the sleeplessness.
Now unhealthy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sleeplessness is chromatic.

I saw the the big meaninglessness of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the purposelessness.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the purposelessness,
Gently it goes - the intense, the macro, the deep.

Pay attention to the aloneness,
the aloneness is the most heartbreaking disposition of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the aloneness,
Gently it goes - the grievous, the sorrowful, the heartrending

Quick Poem (Jack Gutauskas 10-02-2019)
Who is that guy? I think I know.
That guy is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his fist a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The guy is destructive, nasty and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Haiku (War)
Witching break of day
A long, misleading war runs
enjoying the blood

Didactic Cinquain (Disease)
Disease
Cruel, unavoidable
Death, conditioning, spreading
Ever so chronic
Sickness

Part II coming soon.