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I keep writing random poems. so how about y'all read them?
Corner in the Sky (a sonnet) If I could find the corner in the sky, I would fly to it so I may lay there. Would you look my way? Would I catch your eye? Would I finally make you look and stare? What then if I found that ol' blue sky's curve? I hope you wouldn't be jealous, but glad. I would take you up, and to you I'd serve. Below, we would see all blissful and sad. We would laugh and cry at the world's mood swing, But what would happen if our day should end? Amongst the stars, happily we shall sing, Sitting upon the new moons blacked bend. Together we shall be. Forever near. With you solitude will never breed fear.
The gleam of his sword and the shine of his armor give hope to the hopeless,
And fear to the feared.
Kings award him for his many deeds with food and jewels.
He is known throughout the land as "savior" and "hero".
The Commoner.
Humble and poor,
Happy and loved.
He respects all and idolizes few.
His farm bears little fruit, yet he will often feed the hungry.
No questions asked.
He is scoffed by kings and rich men, but he does not mind.
He is known only by his tiny village in which he grew up in.
When famine swept the land, the knight was well fed and unaware of the starving people around him.
While the commoner struggled to survive as his crops began to run dry.
When the famine ended, the knight was unfazed and unchanged.
But,
The commoner died, yet was not defeated.
During the famine, he fed his family and friend's first, saying,
"Whether I survive or die of hunger, I will not let a single soul leave the bodies of my people."
He kept his promise and was the only person who died in the village.
When the knight heard this, he proclaimed,
"This man defeated the Reaper of Death that haunted the people of his village.
He allowed himself to die for the sake of the ones he loved, while I stuffed myself selfishly.
He should be the one called 'hero' and 'savior', for I do not deserve such titles."
The knight attended the funeral of the commoner, and laid his best sword in front of the tombstone.
A note was attached to the sword, and it read:
To the true knight in shining armor,
I give you my thanks for opening my eyes to see the world more clearly now. May your actions reach the ears of selfish pigs such as myself, and change them as you changed me.
these are nice and pretty powerful. poetry is a great form of artistic expression ahhhh
also yeah that first one's really great, and I definitely like the most recent one you posted. my favorite line is probably "If I could find the corner in the sky, / I would fly to it so I may lay there." mm such cool imagery.
Poetry is something that I honestly cannot even truly begin to learn, let alone master. So far the best poem I've written is a poem on how bad I suck at poetry. Ironic AND Effective.
Anyways, the third one is my favorite, because I just love the ideas behind it.
(Just to let you know, this was originally supposed to sound like a creepy song, but I failed and just made it into a creepy poem. It was inspired by a dream.)
The Redwood Tree and The Red Balloon
There once was a girl with a red balloon Who lived by the dogwood tree. The sun shined bright and warmed her heart, And she asked, "What is this feeling?"
"Why do I want to run into The field of lovely flowers, To scream and shout and laugh about, As I carry my red balloon?"
Her father cooed, "This is happiness, my dear." And he painted her face a grin. She laughed and played with the flowers And her red balloon.
But the rain came upon the little girl, and the flowers weren't so bright. She hid under the dogwood tree, And asked, "What is this feeling?"
"Why do I feel alone And want to hide away, To sit and cry and ask, 'Oh, why?', As I hold my red balloon?"
Her father said, "This is sadness, my dear." And he molded her to frown. She sat and cried and asked him why, With her red balloon.
Lightning flashed and thunder crashed, And made her shake and shiver. As she hugged her knees She cried, "What is this feeling?"
"What makes me shake, And my heart ache, And cry like never before, With my red balloon?"
Her father boomed, "This is fear, my dear." And he beat her fright on her face. She tied the string around her neck, And hung from the dogwood tree, With her red balloon.
Oh, dear girl, if only you stayed, For just a moment longer. The storm would pass, and in its place, A colorful rainbow to behold.
That feeling would be hope, my dear, And you would smile again. You would stand tall, And face the day, the rain, the storms again.
From my perch above the world, I can see them all. I see them try to fly up high; I see them when they fall. I see those who refuse to stop, And those who do give in. I see the one who says he'll change, Then turn around and sin.
I laugh, I cry, I sing, I sigh, I wonder what to do Because when it's all over, What will happen to you?
Those are some of my old ones. I figured I should post them first. 