| Poetry of a 16 year old. | |||||||||||||||||
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This page is to show off my poetry. I am a 16 year old high school sutdent from the central cosat of California. I enjoy writing poetry and many people have told me that I am a decent poet, so Here I am. posting my poetry for the world to see. I hope you enjoy it. | |||||||||||||||||
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| �Poems: |
Dispair Deep into the dregs of sorrow my mind reels to the thought of tomorrow Loathing the sun, I cower from the light This weight on my soul can not be right I have died, yet I live still The reaper comes, my soul to kill my eyes are blind, I can not see The life that was in front of me My future ruined, my hopes torn down yet still I wait to recive my crown commentary: I wrote this poem in one draft in about a 45second time-period for my english class. Still She Stood Strong Charged with being the symbol of security She was commited to the cause: Unfeeling, Alone, Forsaken. Still She Stood Strong. Like a statue amid a hurricane. The winds howling and ripping at Her mind Tearing away all She held dear. Still She Stood Strong. The scapegoat, Always Her fault, Though She's not to blame. And Still She Stood Strong. Thier symbol of security Has taken too much. Breaking Point. She cries Alone. Unloved by all but one. He sways the storm and And brings Her down. Warm. Loved. Her mind is eased. The tempest passed. Troubles forgotten, Dissipated, Gone. And his storm is just beginning. commentary: I wrote this poem after I learned, from my girlfriend, that her parents were fighting a lot and she would come over and rest her soul on me. Dreams Restless nights I dream of you Wake up reaching for untruths Then to close my eyes to the black Close and dream, never coming back The morning sun burns my eyes I wake up knowing the dreams were all lies but I wish they were all real The waking world has lost appeal. The world is lost, all but you I see your light and you pull me through Depression and hate, killed by your love Leaves you as the one to dream of. commentary: I wrote this poem just because. Black Darker than the darkest night, and Blacker than the blackest sky. The deepest shadows where your fears lurk. Covering you like a thick cold oil. Heavy on your skin, stealing warmth and strength. It falls without sound, Like an unheard predator it stalks it's prey. Detectable by only the most attent ears. Enveloped you try to scream, and it invades your mouth. The putrid blandness makes you gag. The smell heavy and cold makes you gasp for air burning your eyes and lungs Black emptyness a void in which nothing is happy The dark that can steal your strength. commentary: this poem was written as a project for my english class | ||||||||||||||||
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