Bad Poetry Thursday – Quiet

Quiet

Peaceful bliss.
Time to recover.
An introvert's wish.

It is a need.
Not a want,
The time for which we plead.

Emerge, we will.
From our cocoons,
From the still.

Ready, the world to face.
Join once more,
The dreaded rat race.

I’m a bad poet.  That’s why I have Bad Poetry Thursday.  If I were a good poet, then perhaps this would be Good Poetry Thursday.  Being a bad poet isn’t enough to stop me though, for the only way to improve is keep on practicing.

And besides, poetry, even bad, is a good way to express yourself.  You should try it!

So here I go!  Maybe one day it will get better, or even good…

Good poetry?  Maybe one day my friends, but don’t hold your breath.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hopefully you found something in this bad poem to like.