Blue and White Ink

[Cherished Strawberries]

So, my high school has a creative writing club, of which I was recently voted vice president (hooray!). We put out four issues a year, one for each quarter. I've decided that I'm going to put up some of the poems that I've submitted. These two were in the Second Quarter Issue of the 2009-2010 school year. This is the fourth year we've been in print (and my third year of being in the club), so I may add more of my poems later on (I've accumulated quite a lot of them). Oh, and the issue is called Blue and White Ink, thus the title of this thread (blue and white are my school colors). I hope you like them!

What is Love?
What is love to me
Who knows nothing but sorrow?
What is pain to you
Who even joy must borrow?
I'd rather have my pain
As long as it's my own.
For someone else's joy
Is torment like a stone.
Perhaps someday I'll find
The joy that others feel.
But when I do, I promise,
My happiness is real.

My Dear Friend
The strings that bound our hearts together
Were tied with care to last all weather.
And should one loosen or others break,
A dozen more form in their wake.
Although in silence the years have passed,
Though I've not seen you, the ties will last.
And even though we've grown apart,
My dearest friend, stay near my heart.  

[Lyonette]

I love how good you are with meter and rhyme. I think both of these poems are great but have one critique. Something about the line "Is torment like a stone" doesn't seem right. Is that just me? Keep writing!  

[Cherished Strawberries]

That line kind of bugs me, too, but "stone" rhymes with "own." I couldn't think of anything else that rhymed and that might fit the poem's feel. I tried to stretch it to mean something like having to pretend that you're happy is just as bad as being bombarded with rocks; both hurt.