Poetry
This is poetry I just finished for my english class which ill probly lose th files for later so this is for safekeeping and anyone that reads it, please comment on what you think.
Child of Mine (Ballad form)
It roars much louder than you can hear
This child of mine everyone speaks of
For what is he questioned, that he should be changed?
Come here my child, and I’ll set you free
He’s roared much louder than you have heard
This child of mine everyone speaks of
Why is he rejected, so that he should change?
Come here my child, and He’ll set you free
We’ve roared much louder than you can all hear
These children of mine everyone speaks of
For what are we questioned, that we should be changed?
Come here my children, and we’ll be set free
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(Haiku form)
A clear night of rain
the moonlight pierces the leaves
bringing forth new light
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Detached (traditional form)
The forecast just came in, and its not real pretty.
The sprouts of our past endeavors have grown weary
Of the dry spell of our inability to spin
Like a fan that we’ve fought dozens of wars with, but can never win
It seems we have reached a crossroad that we’ve been through many times before
A crossroad with a destination to nowhere, anywhere, and everywhere that keep changing evermore
A salmon swims against a current in order for his lineage to survive
Yet the reality is, we’ve always gone with the river, and well never stay alive.
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Upon A Beauty in Front of Me (written in Oganic form a.k.a. free verse)
Before I could gaze
upon the beauty in front of me
my interior troubles and wars gave,
And caused my senses to freeze up
feeling and knowing well, what was to come
How could I have thought of being able to contain myself?
So calm, peaceful, and simply wonderful
How could I possibly be afraid to approach that which was in my grasp?
Simply because I’ve lived, sinned, and meant to live to my fullest
I must be looked at now as if everything I’ve ever done was foolish?
Before I could even escape into a reverie
with what I perceived to be in front of me
I had to ask
What mistakes am I truly guilty of?
Am I guilty of really only simply wanting to live my best
According to what I thought was good and righteous?
Am I guilty of thinking my opinion is correct
Just like the rest of them that are right behind me?
Now, having defeated my interior troubles and wars
I could gaze, upon the beauty in front of me
Being mesmerized by what I saw
I stood with my eyes straight on forward
And now, having been cleansed of everything
Even the things that I couldn’t have imagined
I step forward, onto eternity
Gazing upon the beauty in front of me
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Welcome To Your Prison (written in Ballad style)
Welcome to the prison of our pleasures and joys
Where you will find ideas never explored
Constant dreams of silent truths
And visions of completion in full
Welcome to the freedom of rebellion and choice
In which you will find ideas never explored
Constant dreams of silent truths
And visions of completion in full
Welcome to the hell that is popular religion
Where you will find ideas without hope
Constant dreams of loud deception
And visions of failures being sown and reaped
Child of Mine (Ballad form)
It roars much louder than you can hear
This child of mine everyone speaks of
For what is he questioned, that he should be changed?
Come here my child, and I’ll set you free
He’s roared much louder than you have heard
This child of mine everyone speaks of
Why is he rejected, so that he should change?
Come here my child, and He’ll set you free
We’ve roared much louder than you can all hear
These children of mine everyone speaks of
For what are we questioned, that we should be changed?
Come here my children, and we’ll be set free
-------------------
(Haiku form)
A clear night of rain
the moonlight pierces the leaves
bringing forth new light
--------------------
Detached (traditional form)
The forecast just came in, and its not real pretty.
The sprouts of our past endeavors have grown weary
Of the dry spell of our inability to spin
Like a fan that we’ve fought dozens of wars with, but can never win
It seems we have reached a crossroad that we’ve been through many times before
A crossroad with a destination to nowhere, anywhere, and everywhere that keep changing evermore
A salmon swims against a current in order for his lineage to survive
Yet the reality is, we’ve always gone with the river, and well never stay alive.
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Upon A Beauty in Front of Me (written in Oganic form a.k.a. free verse)
Before I could gaze
upon the beauty in front of me
my interior troubles and wars gave,
And caused my senses to freeze up
feeling and knowing well, what was to come
How could I have thought of being able to contain myself?
So calm, peaceful, and simply wonderful
How could I possibly be afraid to approach that which was in my grasp?
Simply because I’ve lived, sinned, and meant to live to my fullest
I must be looked at now as if everything I’ve ever done was foolish?
Before I could even escape into a reverie
with what I perceived to be in front of me
I had to ask
What mistakes am I truly guilty of?
Am I guilty of really only simply wanting to live my best
According to what I thought was good and righteous?
Am I guilty of thinking my opinion is correct
Just like the rest of them that are right behind me?
Now, having defeated my interior troubles and wars
I could gaze, upon the beauty in front of me
Being mesmerized by what I saw
I stood with my eyes straight on forward
And now, having been cleansed of everything
Even the things that I couldn’t have imagined
I step forward, onto eternity
Gazing upon the beauty in front of me
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Welcome To Your Prison (written in Ballad style)
Welcome to the prison of our pleasures and joys
Where you will find ideas never explored
Constant dreams of silent truths
And visions of completion in full
Welcome to the freedom of rebellion and choice
In which you will find ideas never explored
Constant dreams of silent truths
And visions of completion in full
Welcome to the hell that is popular religion
Where you will find ideas without hope
Constant dreams of loud deception
And visions of failures being sown and reaped