well, here's one I wrote today in english while i was supposed to be critiquing a poem by Whitman. I wrote this instead [i don't fancy Whitman too much].

Waterfalls

Violet eyes of death's construction
boring down into my soul
filling up that empty void
of hatred made for silent cries.
the trees no longer listen-
but in this sacred place
natures true, emense, total force-
erupting from the forest;
flowng over jagged rocks
of humanities cruel distractions.
and at last,
collected as one down here,
at the bottome of the lake,
to once again leave-
and to always return-
to my final, resting place.

-Sakura-

And another good poem from hakushi*no*sakura