High School Poetry
I wrote a series of poems about my family. They were sad and depressing and I wanted to post them but they were much too personal. So I'm posting old poems I've dug up instead. Not that they're that good. They're all from high school and in high school I was obsessed with the traditional style of poetry (aka they had to rhyme) so most of these rhyme. Ahaha. I want to shudder at them actually.
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1.) This poem is so very emo. But the scary thing is, it's not the most emo poem I've written. T_T Untitled.
I've cried enough for one night
I've cried the whole night through
The tears fell fast and hard and hot
I knew not what to do
The world's a coffin pricked with knives
It stabs and blood it draws
And though I cry I know the pain
Will not cease or withdraw
Enough, my heart, your treachery
Becomes too much to bear
No matter how much tears I cry
The pain is ever there
So turn away my fragile heart
Encased in fragile ice
Can you not hear the silence now
Without your anguished cries?
They must not see my aching soul
They must not see me weak
My sanity is their ignorance
They must not see me weep
Unsurpassed pain leaves me
Bloodied, numb and bare
So for you, my heart, one teardrop
Is all I've left to spare
Alone - my sorrows let me bear
In darkly passing years
For such a bitter, ugly world
Does not deserve my tears.
2.) Of A Painting
Splashes of blue
Whispers of green
White's blindingly visible
Black is unseen
Fiery red
Warm yellow
Gentle and soothing
And calming and mellow
Dusk fades to purple
Storm clouds rage gray
Colors that ebb and that flow and that sway
From these all the portrait was made.
3.) Lullaby
Oh crooning the music that lulls you to sleep
Out are the stars now, the sky does not weep
Rushing winds have swept the velvet heavens clear
And surrender to dreamland your worries, my dear
The moon rises brightly, so lucid the night
Far away yet is the harshness of sunlight
And let the sandman aid you in closing your eyes
And quiet your talk now, no murmurs no sighs.
Pull up the covers and still may you lie
Till Day comes and Night bids us her goodbye.
4.) Sanctuary
Where can I cry tears of dripping blood red
So no one on earth can see?
Where can I hide the pain and despair
That's eating up at me?
Will you help me find some wood or some shade
Or cool glade to mourn out my heart?
Or a place where from other people
I can for once be apart.
Any hidden vale I'll take
That will hide me from eyes of men
Until I've let go of my sorrow
And fitted a smile on my face again.
5.) This was the second free verse poem I ever wrote. The ending doesn't make sense much (I hate it) but I like the rest of the poem enough.
Always In Black And White
A seat
In the courtrooms of infinity
Let the game called life begin.
The demon saunters forward
Eyes burning, hot charcoal red, heat flaming
And he speaks,
"Choose it not!
Life is a game of deceptions, trickeries,
Fools, miserable beings!
What can you gain by being
Born into the world of men?
Observe it:"
And the image appears
* * *
Buildings broken, bodies scattered
Blood watering the concrete ground
Screams of terror, some whimper
Echoes of torture resounds
* * *
"What can be gained by being
Born into the world of men?
Men lie, men steal, men destroy each other
Men hurt, men kill, men mistrust one another."
Slowly, ever slowly, up to me he walks
Poisoned words injecting into my soul and still he talks:
"You will be unhappy! You will cry and be betrayed
You will learn of sorrow and despair
You will learn of greed and hatred
You will learn of loneliness and in your darkest hour
You will know that NOTHING is to be gained
By being born into the world of men.
That death is the paid price
In this misery called life!"
Eyes averted, head cast down
After all... what is to be gained
By being born into the world of men?
Doubts assail my thoughts, thoughts whirl around my mind
And a voice calls out,
"Let the other side speak."
Beauty unsurpassed, light so ethereal
Stars singing about the splendor of the sun
And the angel speaks,
"'Tis your choice.
Life is a journey of lessons
Kindnesses, blessings in disguise.
What can be gained by being
Born into the world of men?
Observe it:"
And the image reappers:
* * *
Buildings broken - being rebuilt
Bodies scattered - being healed
Screams of terror - being soothed
Echoes of torture removed
* * *
"What can you gain by being
Born into the world of men?
Men forgive, men heal, men change for the better
Men unite, men care, men help one another."
Slowly, ever so slowly, up to me he walks
Passionate words dispelling all the doubt from my thoughts,
"You will be happy! You will laugh and learn to forgive
You will know of joy and hope
You will learn generosity and kinship
You will learn love and in your darkest hour
You will know that love is enough of a reason
To be born into the world of men
That love compensates the bitterness of death
In this symphony called life."
After all... what can be gained by being
Born into the world of men?
Death?
Or... a place in heaven?
The bell rings. Court is over.
I, the Judge, have made my decision
The demon grins wickedly
The angel sits calmly
The gates of the courtroom of infinity shut close
The choice has been cast
* * *
The door is thrown open
The delivery room is abuzz
The doctor approaches the man eagerly waiting
"Sir, congratulations. You have a daughter."
The choice has been cast.
The demon slinks away.
Heaven rejoices.
In this game called life.
6.) On The Death Of A Loved One (by the title, yes, this is obviously another emo poem)
If life is meant for living
Why do I feel the touch of death
It hovers ever present
In each look, each word, each breath
I know the time I have left
Is comparatively small
Should I make the final leap
To go and take it all?
I may never have the chance again
To look upon your eyes
To echo back your loving smile
To comfort all your cries.
I may not get the chance to say
The words I never said
Or ever again dance beneath
The tears the sky has bled.
To witness as one together
A moment with the stars
Glittering on the celestial spheres
Sand dust of our hours.
Never hold your hand again
Feel its warmth on mine
When night will dawn - the eternal sun
Will cease forever to shine.
Let roses grace the bier
Nature gives to me
It's time now for my body
To go set my soul free.
Your fingers slip; we pull away
A tear meanders down
Black roses bloom in fullness
As Death gives me her crown.
A peaceful sigh of content bliss
All my prophecies fulfilled
Though I regret the ruin of
This dream we tried to build.
My darling, you must let me go
Continue with your life
Though I am loath to leave you
Deal alone with all the strife.
When you look up the starry eve
Recall all I have said
And offer just a single rose
Remembrance to the dead.
7.) This poem is dedicated to Pisay-WV batch 2006, but especially to 4-Tau. If I could have written our grad song, this is how it would have gone. (insert any melody you want to)
One Last Cliched Goodbye
So this is where fate finds us
So this is where we are
Four long years later
The winding road brings us this far
Somewhere above the starlit heavens
Is some destiny to which we'll fly
Yes, all of us are ready now
To join the stars become the brightest in the sky.
No, we don't know where we'll be taken
The future now is too vague still
So I'll hum this tune, sing this song
Again and again and again
Till my fears are assuaged
I'm ready to go out there and conquer
The world'll be my performing stage
But the truth is
I'll miss all this
Everything I'll leave behind
So permit me just, one last cliched goodbye.
We've finished painting our portrait
Time to show that canvas to the world
Disregard the pains and heartaches
And all the obstacles over which we've hurled.
We climbed this mountain together
Now we're at the topmost peak
But looking back at all the shared moments
The triumph's bittersweet.
We'll make it out there somehow
Guess it's up to Fortune now
Hope the things we learned
Will be enough for us to survive that crazy world
Standing at the gateway, our wings spread
Like the eagle we'll soar high
But ere we make our dreams reality
Just one last cliched goodbye.
Always knew things wouldn't go forever this way
So now we move on
But before that, let's sing one last song
Give me your hand, let me hold it one last time
Put your head on my shoulders and let's have us a good cry
Before the last cliched goodbye.
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Haha. The last poem was so corny. Actually, almost all of them are. ^_^
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1.) This poem is so very emo. But the scary thing is, it's not the most emo poem I've written. T_T Untitled.
I've cried enough for one night
I've cried the whole night through
The tears fell fast and hard and hot
I knew not what to do
The world's a coffin pricked with knives
It stabs and blood it draws
And though I cry I know the pain
Will not cease or withdraw
Enough, my heart, your treachery
Becomes too much to bear
No matter how much tears I cry
The pain is ever there
So turn away my fragile heart
Encased in fragile ice
Can you not hear the silence now
Without your anguished cries?
They must not see my aching soul
They must not see me weak
My sanity is their ignorance
They must not see me weep
Unsurpassed pain leaves me
Bloodied, numb and bare
So for you, my heart, one teardrop
Is all I've left to spare
Alone - my sorrows let me bear
In darkly passing years
For such a bitter, ugly world
Does not deserve my tears.
2.) Of A Painting
Splashes of blue
Whispers of green
White's blindingly visible
Black is unseen
Fiery red
Warm yellow
Gentle and soothing
And calming and mellow
Dusk fades to purple
Storm clouds rage gray
Colors that ebb and that flow and that sway
From these all the portrait was made.
3.) Lullaby
Oh crooning the music that lulls you to sleep
Out are the stars now, the sky does not weep
Rushing winds have swept the velvet heavens clear
And surrender to dreamland your worries, my dear
The moon rises brightly, so lucid the night
Far away yet is the harshness of sunlight
And let the sandman aid you in closing your eyes
And quiet your talk now, no murmurs no sighs.
Pull up the covers and still may you lie
Till Day comes and Night bids us her goodbye.
4.) Sanctuary
Where can I cry tears of dripping blood red
So no one on earth can see?
Where can I hide the pain and despair
That's eating up at me?
Will you help me find some wood or some shade
Or cool glade to mourn out my heart?
Or a place where from other people
I can for once be apart.
Any hidden vale I'll take
That will hide me from eyes of men
Until I've let go of my sorrow
And fitted a smile on my face again.
5.) This was the second free verse poem I ever wrote. The ending doesn't make sense much (I hate it) but I like the rest of the poem enough.
Always In Black And White
A seat
In the courtrooms of infinity
Let the game called life begin.
The demon saunters forward
Eyes burning, hot charcoal red, heat flaming
And he speaks,
"Choose it not!
Life is a game of deceptions, trickeries,
Fools, miserable beings!
What can you gain by being
Born into the world of men?
Observe it:"
And the image appears
* * *
Buildings broken, bodies scattered
Blood watering the concrete ground
Screams of terror, some whimper
Echoes of torture resounds
* * *
"What can be gained by being
Born into the world of men?
Men lie, men steal, men destroy each other
Men hurt, men kill, men mistrust one another."
Slowly, ever slowly, up to me he walks
Poisoned words injecting into my soul and still he talks:
"You will be unhappy! You will cry and be betrayed
You will learn of sorrow and despair
You will learn of greed and hatred
You will learn of loneliness and in your darkest hour
You will know that NOTHING is to be gained
By being born into the world of men.
That death is the paid price
In this misery called life!"
Eyes averted, head cast down
After all... what is to be gained
By being born into the world of men?
Doubts assail my thoughts, thoughts whirl around my mind
And a voice calls out,
"Let the other side speak."
Beauty unsurpassed, light so ethereal
Stars singing about the splendor of the sun
And the angel speaks,
"'Tis your choice.
Life is a journey of lessons
Kindnesses, blessings in disguise.
What can be gained by being
Born into the world of men?
Observe it:"
And the image reappers:
* * *
Buildings broken - being rebuilt
Bodies scattered - being healed
Screams of terror - being soothed
Echoes of torture removed
* * *
"What can you gain by being
Born into the world of men?
Men forgive, men heal, men change for the better
Men unite, men care, men help one another."
Slowly, ever so slowly, up to me he walks
Passionate words dispelling all the doubt from my thoughts,
"You will be happy! You will laugh and learn to forgive
You will know of joy and hope
You will learn generosity and kinship
You will learn love and in your darkest hour
You will know that love is enough of a reason
To be born into the world of men
That love compensates the bitterness of death
In this symphony called life."
After all... what can be gained by being
Born into the world of men?
Death?
Or... a place in heaven?
The bell rings. Court is over.
I, the Judge, have made my decision
The demon grins wickedly
The angel sits calmly
The gates of the courtroom of infinity shut close
The choice has been cast
* * *
The door is thrown open
The delivery room is abuzz
The doctor approaches the man eagerly waiting
"Sir, congratulations. You have a daughter."
The choice has been cast.
The demon slinks away.
Heaven rejoices.
In this game called life.
6.) On The Death Of A Loved One (by the title, yes, this is obviously another emo poem)
If life is meant for living
Why do I feel the touch of death
It hovers ever present
In each look, each word, each breath
I know the time I have left
Is comparatively small
Should I make the final leap
To go and take it all?
I may never have the chance again
To look upon your eyes
To echo back your loving smile
To comfort all your cries.
I may not get the chance to say
The words I never said
Or ever again dance beneath
The tears the sky has bled.
To witness as one together
A moment with the stars
Glittering on the celestial spheres
Sand dust of our hours.
Never hold your hand again
Feel its warmth on mine
When night will dawn - the eternal sun
Will cease forever to shine.
Let roses grace the bier
Nature gives to me
It's time now for my body
To go set my soul free.
Your fingers slip; we pull away
A tear meanders down
Black roses bloom in fullness
As Death gives me her crown.
A peaceful sigh of content bliss
All my prophecies fulfilled
Though I regret the ruin of
This dream we tried to build.
My darling, you must let me go
Continue with your life
Though I am loath to leave you
Deal alone with all the strife.
When you look up the starry eve
Recall all I have said
And offer just a single rose
Remembrance to the dead.
7.) This poem is dedicated to Pisay-WV batch 2006, but especially to 4-Tau. If I could have written our grad song, this is how it would have gone. (insert any melody you want to)
One Last Cliched Goodbye
So this is where fate finds us
So this is where we are
Four long years later
The winding road brings us this far
Somewhere above the starlit heavens
Is some destiny to which we'll fly
Yes, all of us are ready now
To join the stars become the brightest in the sky.
No, we don't know where we'll be taken
The future now is too vague still
So I'll hum this tune, sing this song
Again and again and again
Till my fears are assuaged
I'm ready to go out there and conquer
The world'll be my performing stage
But the truth is
I'll miss all this
Everything I'll leave behind
So permit me just, one last cliched goodbye.
We've finished painting our portrait
Time to show that canvas to the world
Disregard the pains and heartaches
And all the obstacles over which we've hurled.
We climbed this mountain together
Now we're at the topmost peak
But looking back at all the shared moments
The triumph's bittersweet.
We'll make it out there somehow
Guess it's up to Fortune now
Hope the things we learned
Will be enough for us to survive that crazy world
Standing at the gateway, our wings spread
Like the eagle we'll soar high
But ere we make our dreams reality
Just one last cliched goodbye.
Always knew things wouldn't go forever this way
So now we move on
But before that, let's sing one last song
Give me your hand, let me hold it one last time
Put your head on my shoulders and let's have us a good cry
Before the last cliched goodbye.
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Haha. The last poem was so corny. Actually, almost all of them are. ^_^