Have you ever gotten that feeling where you have four great lines to a piece of poetry but you just can't think to write the rest? That's how I feel a lot. So, I created a collection of unfinished poems I started. They don't even have titles either. My collection is called A Series of Shorts. There is a total of 6. Tell me if any of them should be fixed or lengthened or if they are better being left short. Thankyou.

A Series of Shorts #1

Like the unseen wind

Traveling through,

You guide me in the direction

Of where I'm meant to be.

#2

A flock of seagulls

All alike

Flap their wings

So they can fly.

When a wing is broken,

One has two choices:

Lay on the ground

Or choose to die.

#3

One hot and muggy summer,

A boy with a magnifying glass

Burns a couple work ants to a crisp.

#4

Among great Fear and Hatred,

Destruction and Death.

Stuck at the bottom

Of Pandora's Box

Was nothing but

A little Hope.

#5

We give up because we feel as if we can't go any further.

We succumb to darkness.

#6

There is a box with no doors.

No ceilings, no walls, no floors.

What's there?

Not a box, not anywhere.

Note: #6 is suppose to be like a Dr. Suess riddle.