This is a poem that I wrote for British literature back in first semester. It's called a person sketch and it's modeled after Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, in the way that he describes each of the people on the journey. It's supposed to give you an image of the person as well as some insight to their past. Now, I am in no way, shape, or form, a poet, but I thought I should post this none the less.
The Egyptian
There is a boy from the family of Ishtar,
Who many a night would wish upon a star;
Begging the Gods to take the scars off his back,
And asking them to give what his heart did lack.
His shoulder length blonde hair hangs loosely straight down;
The color of his skin, a mocha shade of brown.
Day after day the evil grew within
Until he was almost unrecognizable, the true form of sin.
On occasion his icy amethyst eyes cloud over causing him to shudder
Until he is not himself, and he becomes another.
The Egyptian cannot control the rage he feels,
Instead he sets it free, breaking the ancient seal.
His anger is the cause of his own downfall,
Shredding his wounded heart like the blades of a saw.
Yet there are times when he chooses to fight,
Thus bringing forward all his goodness and light.
On any given day one can find Malik in his room,
Sulking and thinking about his own impending doom.
He takes no stock in worldly things
His only passion is revenge and the pain that it brings.
And for that reason he to no one talks;
Only sitting and pondering; scheming, even as he walks.
Throwing his tanned head back and callously laughing,
Sneering at all the fools as they smile in passing.
He often wonders what brings people together,
But that is a thought that he will contemplate forever.
Loves true form Malik never felt,
So cruelly he accepted what fate had dealt.
Pining through life wondering what went amiss,
As he staggers blindly through the darkening abyss.
The longer he lives the less he feels,
Slowly fading away until all the pain heals.
However, amidst his life gone astray,
He realizes that he will soon have to pay.
He being pitiless, spiteful and alone
Will for all his sins soon atone.