Post by Jojenga on May 23, 2009 13:00:49 GMT -5
Here, I''ll put up some random poems i make.
Reason for the Fight
(on the last day of school, i will fight the kid this poem is referring to)
Soon, in the light,
on a warm, summer's day,
I will face off against him,
it will be child's play
The years of instigation, and anger building up,
All because of him, who only asks "Whats up?"
I had every shred of pride taken that day.
Replaced with humility, which I will soon throw away.
Over my 14 years of life,
I've never taken action against my strife.
The anger building up until it's too much to take
That day, my lost pride is what is at stake.
Soon enough, the day will come...
What will i say?
"You took my pride from me...now I'll take yours away!"
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The Forest
(this one is dedicated to the forest that is being torn down near my school for some new building)
In the depths of a green-clad jungle
you sit and meditate.
The breath of nature, flowing through you,
thy mind will liberate.
Your ears twitch as you hear a sound,
the sound of a chainsaw roaring.
Your eyes go wide from fear and sadness,
the birds then started soaring.
You rush frantically through the forest,
ready to risk your life.
For you love this forest so much,
you brought your hunting knife.
Blade in hand, ready to kill,
trying to protect this forest at will
Running through leaves, tears flowing,
true dedication to the forest showing.
You find a road, and your eyes go wide.
It was just a teen, hitching a ride.
You go back into the forest, still crying.
The smog from exhaust leaves the nature dying.
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The Wolves
A wolf pack darts across a winter field,
while one wolf stays behind.
They'd abandoned him because of his injury,
to save the food they would find
He was lying in the winter snow,
hoping that his comerades would stay in-tact.
For the strength of the pack is the wolf,
and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
They had forsaken their own comerade,
a mistake which they would soon pay for.
For when they found just one single piece of fruit,
they knew that they wouldn't last much more.
Weeks later, we find the same wolf pack.
near death and in dire need.
But they see that their injured comerade has returned,
with a sleigh full of food and seed.
Reason for the Fight
(on the last day of school, i will fight the kid this poem is referring to)
Soon, in the light,
on a warm, summer's day,
I will face off against him,
it will be child's play
The years of instigation, and anger building up,
All because of him, who only asks "Whats up?"
I had every shred of pride taken that day.
Replaced with humility, which I will soon throw away.
Over my 14 years of life,
I've never taken action against my strife.
The anger building up until it's too much to take
That day, my lost pride is what is at stake.
Soon enough, the day will come...
What will i say?
"You took my pride from me...now I'll take yours away!"
_________________________________________________________
The Forest
(this one is dedicated to the forest that is being torn down near my school for some new building)
In the depths of a green-clad jungle
you sit and meditate.
The breath of nature, flowing through you,
thy mind will liberate.
Your ears twitch as you hear a sound,
the sound of a chainsaw roaring.
Your eyes go wide from fear and sadness,
the birds then started soaring.
You rush frantically through the forest,
ready to risk your life.
For you love this forest so much,
you brought your hunting knife.
Blade in hand, ready to kill,
trying to protect this forest at will
Running through leaves, tears flowing,
true dedication to the forest showing.
You find a road, and your eyes go wide.
It was just a teen, hitching a ride.
You go back into the forest, still crying.
The smog from exhaust leaves the nature dying.
_________________________________________________________
The Wolves
A wolf pack darts across a winter field,
while one wolf stays behind.
They'd abandoned him because of his injury,
to save the food they would find
He was lying in the winter snow,
hoping that his comerades would stay in-tact.
For the strength of the pack is the wolf,
and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
They had forsaken their own comerade,
a mistake which they would soon pay for.
For when they found just one single piece of fruit,
they knew that they wouldn't last much more.
Weeks later, we find the same wolf pack.
near death and in dire need.
But they see that their injured comerade has returned,
with a sleigh full of food and seed.
. I cant make poems though.