My poem
This first poem is titled "My poem" (aptly enough) I wrote it one day in English class when I was realy bored!
Once I read a poem,
About some pretty crone,
This poem was so beautiful,
I thought I'd write my own!
So I got a pen and paper,
But didn't know where to start,
So I simply started writing
Whate'er came from my heart.
Perhaps I wrote of sunshine
On some cloud-filled day.
Perhaps I wrote of mice
While the cat was gone away.
Perhaps I wrote a merry tune
With a sad backnote.
It's really a pathetic thing,
I can't remember what I wrote!
So I wrote a poem,
About some pretty stuff,
And though I can't remember it,
I wrote it, that's enough.
A Happy Ending
This is one of my favorite poems, though it's rather long, it sums up my beliefs rather nicely.
You all know how fairy tales go,
You've heard them all many times.
The hero is hailed as a glorious man,
Who punnished the villian for his crimes.
He is tried and true, a man of valor,
He is big and brave and strong.
He slays evil dragons, always it seems,
In the name of right, he is never wrong.
We all know that these stories are false,
And not 'cause of magical beasts,
But 'cause happy endings always come true,
And evil is always ceased.
In life, Happy endings are hard to come by,
We are oft punnished for our sins.
In life, no matter how right you are,
The dragon sometimes wins
Still, knowing this, how life is cruel,
Something drives each hero on.
It that starts as a mere glint in his eye,
Something you'd catch anon.
There is a hope, which keeps him true,
A faith in honor and right,
Faith which strikes the dragon's heart,
Upon sight of the crusading knight.
So, happy endings may only seem
A fairy tale to you,
And maybe things in real life
Don't work out how you want them to.
Yet, I believe a dream come true,
Is but a matter of believing.
And in the end, you will see,
You'll get your happy ending.
The Hunt
I wrote this poem in eigth grade, almost three years ago. It was one of my first poems, and one of my best yet, though I've changed it a little since eigth grade.
Dark, sleek, intelligent, stealthy,
Prowling through the night.
Silent footsteps cross the garden,
Preparing to take flight.
Large yellow eyes watch for intruders,
Large ears listen for a sound.
Suddenly, a rustle alersts the Hunter,
He lowers his body to the ground.
Flattened out upon the grass,
The Hunter prepares to jump
At the small and furrybody
Sitting by the water pump.
he inches slowly across the yard,
daring not make a sound,
Lest he alert the darting creature,
Searching for seeds upon the ground.
With a leap and a start, he jumps to his feet,
Running with grace and speed,
He quickly surprises the small creature
In the middle of its feed.
The chase lasts a moment,
The hunt is complete,
The Hunter, the victor,
His prey at his feet.
The creature utters a tiny sqeak,
And then it speaks no more.
The hunter, the champion, walks silently away,
In search of such prey once more.
To a Unicorn
This poem was one I wrote for an English project. It's an apostrophe to a unicorn.
A glistening horn, a white shadow,
Are all many see of your glorious frame.
Silver-sparked hooves and velvety nose,
And a beautiful, golden, flowing mane.
What are, mysterious unicorn?
Do you represent hopes and dreams?
Are you a symbol of lost friends and loves?
Are you other than what you seem?
Why do you let no-one find you?
You offer no more than a glimpse
of you fleeting and beautiful figure.
Seldom seen, yet often missed.
You strike a proud and haughty pose,
But one fair maiden can bring your doom.
Does this represent our fatal flaws,
How one young girl brings your end so soon?
I saw you once, if in my dreams.
It was like some strange and glorious song
Burned in my memory, I can reacall
Your details long after you have gone.
So why is it, oh unicorn, that,
You have this affect on one and all?
You tickle the imagination, even of those
Who know not of your glory and fall.
If you like those poems, here's a few others, If you didn't like those, at least look at what these ones are about, they're a little...different...
Madness A sort of Morbid\depressed peom. I wrote it when I was angry or depressed or something.
Flight and Running Two short non-rhyming poems about my fav sport, X-C.
The Battle Semifinalist in two online poetry contests!
The DragonSlayer A long narrative poem. Not one of my best by a long shot, but it's kinda cute.
adopt-a-dragon
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