Ben Steer

Ben Steer May 2013

Waiting

Sometimes I just sit here
at my desk,
on this computer
waiting to get a message back from you

I do nothing else,
I just sit here
'cause I want an answer to something
or I just want to imagine the sound of your voice

But I know you're off eating breakfast,
or reading a good book,
or outside, or drawing,
or playing piano
even though you might not say you're off to do any of those things

Sometimes
with everything you do
as I'm sitting here
waiting to hear back from you
I almost wish
you didn't have better things to do with your time

Ben Steer Apr 2013

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Happiness
Content, copacetic
Smiling, laughing, enjoying
Hope, liberation, sadness, struggle
Crying, suffocating, defeating
Ruthless, misunderstood
Depression

Day seven of the April Poetry Challenge. Diamante.

Ben Steer Apr 2013

Guitars

Guitars!
Some of
them are
slender,
and some
are stout.
But
they
all
make
music
just
the
same.
If
it's
a
flat top, it's pretty.
If it's electric, it's sleek.
Classical ones, too. They're
all in harmony with each
other. Rock, blues, pop,
country, jazz, reggae.
Indie, metal, punk,
industrial, and ska.
All these genres can
be united by the same
unique sound, the frets that
fill the world with every kind
of music imaginable. The music
resonates across all borders,
through all walls, into all ears.
It's music that can finally
bring us all together.

Day six of the April Poetry Challenge... a shape poem!

Ben Steer Apr 2013

Dates

Dates
Sweet, bitter,
Not for everyone
An ambiguous gamble of
Fruit

Day five of the April Poetry Challenge! Today, a cinquain.

Ben Steer Apr 2013

Phone

Pay attention to me!
Hectic messages made from stressful words
Only contribute to your woes.
Nevertheless, I'm sure you'll come back to me
Eventually.

Day three of the April Poetry Challenge! Today's challenge: an acrostic.

Ben Steer Apr 2013

The Beholder's Eyes

Dry and arid land,
Infertile as it remains,
Holds beauty as well.

Day two of the April Poetry Challenge. Haiku!

Ben Steer Apr 2013

Hope

Although my thoughts are scattered,
Bruised, beaten bare,
Clouded, messied, and
Dilluted,
Each one has weight, as they always did.
Filling the room with
Great wonder, and fire burning
Higher than ever before.
Identity is something I have yet to find.

April is poetry month, so I'm going to try my best to write a poem every day... and a different kind of poem every day! Today's poem, an ABC Poem.