I wrote this poem when I was 20. It’s been close to three years now. I feel that it is worth publishing – it speaks a lot about me (at least I can decipher a lot about myself from it).
I had taken this elective course on creative writing and writing a poem on any topic was given as an assignment. As always, I had decided not to do it and pull one up from the internet at the last minute. As I was searching the internet for poems I came across some great poems by contemporary amateur poets and also by some legendary poets like Wordsworth, Lord Byron and many more. (I was doing this just 50-60 minutes before my class.) Then, suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the idea that I always wanted to write poems and be creative, so I decided to write and submit my own poem. And this is what I composed.
I need a joint.
The cuddle in the unearthly Mary Jane fields
Indifference to the earthly beings
With our insane coming and intoxication
T’was the apogee of pleasure and fascination
My personal brand of heroine was she.
Now I worship alone, oh! Bacchic lord
I lie inebriated, only spirit by my side
Undeserved is this solitude to me
Just other mate I have is a fag
Reminiscing her I breathe easy on its smoky teat.
Now my age gets some perspective, doesn’t it?
I did not submit this poem (due to its obscene nature), but I pulled up another beautiful poem from the internet (which I never could have written) and submitted that one. However, I decided this poem was something to treasure. I don’t expect anyone to critique it. Although, you can tell me how it makes you feel.