A poem I wrote. (PEACH)

[Forrestfire]

Have you ever been doing something (or nothing ) and just had the sudden urge and drive to do something creative? Well, that happened to me, and I ended up writing this poem:

Stress Dream
Running through a maze of gray;
always running, never stopping;
always fleeing, never resting.

Something chases, fast and fearsome;
always chasing, never stopping;
always hunting, never halting.

If I’m running, what is chasing?
If I’m chasing, what is running?

Who is hunting?
Who is fleeing?

Running through a maze of gray;
always running, always hunting.

Rushing through a labyrinth nightmare;
always stalking, always fleeing.

When I’m sleeping, always dreaming;
always dreaming, never stopping;
always dreaming, never ceasing.

EDIT: Here's another one:
Mashed Potato Medley
Thanksgiving. Christmas. The times of
succulent steaming solution: a Mashed Potato Medley.
Potatoes, mashed; vegetables, assorted; turkey, baked
The magic of dinner is all I need; I sit and salivate as it cooks.
The long wait, a culinary curse, a penalty earned for learning
the edible language of holiday meals.
It is served, I scoop it; it flows almost immediately upwards on forks and knives.
Words sometimes do, too. Like schadenfreude and elwetridsche.
Long, many-syllabled strings of unpronounceable letters,
which I twist, trip over, and test again and again.
In the boisterous setting of the holiday
Mealtime of the Mashed Potato Medley.

So... what do you think?

[Mr_Saturn]

Some of the lines don't flow off the tongue very easily. Especially the line "rushing through a labyrinth nightmare." So, metering issue.

But I thought it was pretty creative. I like recurring sentence structures.

[Forrestfire]

After reading it out loud again, I have to agree with you. The first lines of the stanzas don't really roll off the tongue.

But thanks for the comment.