I love poetry, but for some reason, when I try my hand at it, everything comes out so depressing, that one might cry.

Nevertheless, I am going to put it here for your critique. My little things are not really poetry, I wouldn’t dare call it that way, but just little try-outs. Torah, Jewishness, Israel are usually my subjects. So here it goes:

Dina:

He took me. They took revenge.
We are on the move again.
Who will ever ask me?

Rachel:

Half my life I was praying for children
Here’s my tiny sweet bundle, the second one
Why do I have to die NOW?

Only two of them I gave birth to
All of them are now my children
For eternity I am crying for them.

On Parshat Metzorah:

No matter how You are trying to hide them
Your sins will scream from the walls of your house
With bleeding windows

Pools of blood around mizbeach.
The blood is of a lamb, the guilt is yours.
Cry for forgiveness.

These are my little verses. Hopefully, sometime I will be able to write in a more cheerful tone.