Etched in mankind’s history stands nine-eleven:
- Horrendous event that shook USA!
Hell unleashed upon an earthly heaven:
An unfortunate Terror-stricken Day.
A perplexed world turned mad with angry tears;
A surprised globe looked sad with heavy heart;
A civilized world was filled with new fears;
Born was Terrorism’s baby by art!
A menace seemed to strangely threaten all;
The problem was so complex, colossal;
‘Unite ’gainst Terrorism’ –was the clarion call;
The earth’s security lay under pall!
Satan’s baby’s booming cry was aloud,
Stifled by the people’s will-to-fight shroud!
Dedicated to all, in the global fight against terrorism
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-11-2005
Look, this *isn't* poetry. It's a bunch of rather unoriginal and uninteresting images lassoed together by the odd line-end rhyme, to the end of trying to appear important. It doesn't work as a poem.
Look, think about your own gut feelings towards what happened in New York four years ago, think about what things feel and look like subsequently, and why they're different. Make it concrete and personal.
Don't worry about rhymes, or any other traditional poetic device: if your poem is strong enough it will work on language anyway.
Just remember, bad poetry is worse than no poetry at all. Don't be a bad poet. Try and be a good one.