Hi, YWS.
I'm so excited about the contest and everything. I always enjoy reading and writing poems. I don't know if I'll be writing on a main theme, but I'm sure I'll be writing. I'll be posting my poems here. Feel free to comment, but be sure to respect other's opion.
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This is my first poetry, "Tell the world that".
Tell your heart to beat again,
Let the light shine it in.
Tell your heart to sing again,
Let the pain be free.
Let go of all that kept you from love.
Tell the world what you are.
Shine the world with everything of,
Tell them how much you can reach far.
Be the change you want to see
Let the world see what peace is.
Tell them to have a heart as the sea,
Let go of all the biz.
Tell the world what stand beyond,
Spell the words they’ve missed.
Yell out things they’ve done to you to rein your life,
Tell the world that if they walk the same road again,
They will fall, with many doubts, and without anyone to catch them. -
This is my second poem, "Heart attack"
My head spins like the muzzling fan,
My feet gave up to the gravity,
I am about to faint.
But isn’t it strange?
My heart beats slower every minute.
Time is like forever,
The pain grows stronger every time,
And I’m about to have the attack.
My body relaxes,
The beats of my heart gets fainter,
I feel nothing but everything no one ever felt,
And I can see that I’m now about to get an heart attack. -
My third poem. Titled "Who knows"
Who knows when I fall?
I hope sombody really does.
Who knows when I cry?
I never felt comforted.
Who knows who one day will
Carry me to a dreamland everybody lives in.
Who knows how to lead me out of the shadows?
Noboy really does, but I do.
Who knows whats evil?
Everybody does, though they never change their evil ways.
Who knows where the cliff hangs?
All I know
is that I will one day fall
and I all I can do is live my life. -
My fourth poetry: "Snipper"
The snipper swings his gun,
finding the right aim,
he lowers the gun,
and whispers "All clear."
He lifts his gun,
and slowly fallow the man,
judging the distance,
he stops, and stare,
scanning the roads,
the snipper signals, "Ready."
The snipper aims his aim,
to the slicker who was no use,
at least not anymore.
He stares at the distance again,
and cling his fingers,
between the handle.
He focus his gaze,
lay flat,
quiet waiting,
for the time to come.
The snipper,
hears the signal,
and a evil smile,
creep over his face.
He pulls the handle,
and the bullet shoots,
through the atmosphere.
The man bleeds to death,
and again a smile,
lifts the man's wickedness. -
This is my rhymth poem.
Titled :What it the truth in this world Would I never make it?
Could I ever take it?
Should I stand through it all?
Stood tight and never fall?
Good things are gone now,
So what do I know,
If I only know the goods?
Should I beg to strangers?
Would I be tagging cost tags in danger?
Could I be tugging the wrong life all along?
What if I'm in the wrong world? -
Woah five poems already? You're on a roll!
I really liked the phrasing you chose to start out the second poem -My head spins like the muzzling fan,
- the idea of feet giving up gravity is just neat.
My feet gave up to the gravity,
Keep up the awesome work! -
Thank you
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My sixth poem,"Book of lie"
Open pages,
hands flying,
book of wonder,
somethings holds,
me to keep reading.
In a minute,
everything can change,
the books holds a lie,
that breaks the spell.
The pattern changes,
and nothing replaces it,
my heart still has,
stubbornness to keep reading.
My mind it logical,
and it reasons,
no more the read,
no use to read.
Nothing wins,
and nothing loses,
so I'm frozen in time,
full of wonder,
book of lies -
Another one! My seventh, "Time for nothing".
Time for nothing,
everything,
for my brain,
rest it takes,
but it spins,
as a cycle,
non stopping.
Time for nothing,
Moment,
for my life to change,
my head spin,
and my heart drums.
Time for nothing,
Period,
for my cells to plan,
it is a revenge,
it plans.
Time for nothing,
Time for everything,
Moment to change,
This moment to make,
Period for a plan,
Period for a revenge. -
Eighth(I think, I lost count.)
"Under water"
Under the water,
Below the corals,
My moth mutters,
But sound are gone,
With the sea,
With the waves,
I swim,
and with no fear,
I wiggle,
With chrome ocean,
I am frozen in time,
Under ocean,
I spoke with joy,
Under the waves,
Below the sun,
I am under water. -
Jealous
Jealous for nothing,
It is for everything,
Even the birth,
Like the fox.
No sympathy
No mercy,
Not even pity,
Full of evil,
Everything jealous.
Killing,
Fighting,
Stealing,
More than thieves,
Nothing is enough.
No respect,
No bows,
You can't even wonder why,
Gangsters I call them. -
My tenth poetry. I'm rolling!
Weight of sin
Everybody sins,
Even wonders are sins,
They don't know how heavy it is,
So they think whatever and pass,
But when the punishment comes,
It is regret only that is left.
Weight of sin,
No one could hold,
They live and they don't know why,
So if they go to hell,
They can't even judge their own past,
Do they remember the memories?
No one know.
Weight of sin,
Big as the sky,
Wide as the ocean,
No one would hold it for you,
So do by yourself or get wipped.
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Weight of sin,
Sighs of life,
That is what kept me,
From evil,
So listen you, boy,
When you grow older,
Remember my words. -
My eleventh poetry, titled, "Flying"
Lookd like a star is exploding
Smells like herb tea boiling
Sounds like my ear is ful of rustling leaves
Taste like clouds are flowing in and out of my mouth
Feels like I am swimming in the galaxy. -
This a diamante, my twelveth poem, and it's abou basketball and soccer.
Basketball
smooth, easy
exciting, lifting, bouncing
throwing, shots, kick, goals,
boring, dribbling, kicking
bumpy, hard
Soccer
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