Two poems I wrote, and one poem I like. - Sweaty D

I recently re-watched Dead Poet's Society. This clip is my favorite scene from the movie, and it's also a pretty decent poem. I just think it's inspiring. What are some poems you like?

So yeah, I wrote these. You can read them. That'd be nice. I don't really have any specific guidelines for feedback, so tell me anything you want to. Also, I need a title for that second one. Thanks as always, 

Sweat D.

1.

Your Children

Your children are in the streets again,

Dragging themselves,

Mouths agape,

Into the dirt.

We are all poor historians.

I can hear the shuffling of papers

But not the turning of tracks.

Where are the heavenly wings?

The fiery guards?

How long will You let the bastards stomp?

The veil is now long gone

And torn down the middle.

Will the war ever be won?

The stars you showed are now white dwarves.

They have kept themselves

Clean for the wedding night.

Is Nietzsche correct?

They are waiting for the consummation.

The anointing oil is stale from stagnation.

When will You resurrect Solomon?

It is a graveyard there now,

Littered with the blood 

of my heavenly cousins.

When will You love the ones

Bound by law?

Is your mercy finite?

Why is Your brow so wrinkled?

Where is the promised heel?

Is the carpenter at His whet-stone?

How long are Your knives?

I remember the double-edged sword.

I am knocking on Your door

As You have requested.

There are marks from my knuckles

And my doubtful wedding band.

Their jaws are sore from wailing.

My knees are sore from prayer.

Show me Your back.

I need to see Your scars.

Do You understand?

2.

(currently no title)

Take me to the edge of the cliff

And throw me down

Into the kind of love adults would call rebellion.

No one, not even the moon,

Will know if we will jump.

I’ve never felt the feeling of falling.

Waves are crashing against the rocks below.

I wonder what flying is like.

I suppose I can ask the moon.

Is it like dancing?

I am so bad at dancing,

I would probably die.

Is this not how we define love?

As a thing you would die twice for

Without thinking?

Moon, you are of no help.

Can I ask you then,

Cliff-hanger?

Are you listening to me?

You are hearing my voice,

But my words, to you,

Must be like music.

You must be dancing.

Teach me please.

While the moon watches over us,

We dance down toward the rocks.

I think I can see the moon smiling.

Moon,

Let us die at least once.

A thousand tiny deaths,

Please,

Without thinking.