Not so much a poem, but a paragraph, but it's still cool in my opinion. :)

'As I watch last rays of sunshine kiss the earth's surface, I cannot help but wonder why things are they way they are. I shake my head and laugh audiably, as a single tear rolls from my eye, down my cheek and falls to the ground, silently. Where it falls, the ground becomes moist, but nothing more. No surge of plantlife spewing forth in an erruption of greens and reds. No clouds forming overhead to start a torrential downpour. Those things are pure movie magic, and will not happen in reality, as harsh, and biting as it is. Another tear streams down my face, and onto the ground, landing near the first. I raise my hands to the sky, hands balled into fists. I shout towards the sky like a wildman, because, deep down, that is what I truely am. I wish to be wyld, I yearn to be free. To be free from the bondage of society that rules us and binds us to our roles. The shouting stops, but inside, the roar continues.'