Impervious
11-15-2015, 07:36 PM
The first three poems in this are from the beginning of 2012 as they were for a 7th grade assignment and are geared to one specific element of poetry. The rest are more than likely free verse. Hope you enjoy!
I Stand Alone (Simile)
In the night,
I stand alone.
As a raven on his perch.
The darkness has now engulfed me.
I think of him,
Even though it will probably send him farther away.
Sickly anticipation envelops my heart.
So here I am,
Lost in this perilous gloom,
Waiting for him,
With an unrequited heart.
In the empty night,
I stand alone.
As quiet as the desert.
For every tear I waste,
I lose another ray of hope.
He claims another piece of me.
As an invading army over surrendered lands.
I love him,
But he will never return my love.
In the dark I stand alone.
Through the nauseating throbbing of my heart,
Waiting to be broken again.
I still fight to be present in his heart.
"One Bullet." (Onomatopoeia)
I thought I knew you.
A pounding on the door.
I thought I knew who you really were.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I thought you were the guy of my dreams.
The shooting of a gun.
I thought you were the guy I could trust.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I thought they were lying.
The thudding of feet in my front yard.
I thought they were just messing around.
The crash of my door as it hit the floor.
I thought I would never be hurt by you.
The creaking of feet on my stairs.
I thought you were the love of my life.
The gasping as they take in the scene before them.
I thought they wouldn't find me until my blood coated the floor.
The drip of blood from the bullet wound in my forehead.
"What did you die from?" Asked Death,
As I wandered through The Underworld.
My reply; "One bullet."
The Wind (Personification)
The wind whispered
to me it's secrets.
Telling me,
The coming of Death.
Telling me,
How his crow,
Sings his eerie song.
Telling me,
How when Death walks,
Everything parts,
And screeches for life.
The wind whispered,
To me it's secrets.
Telling me,
That I better watch out,
'Cus he's coming for me.
As I heard a gruesome song,
sung by a crow,
and felt icy fingers,
Grip my heart,
As it came to a stop.
Manifesto of an Author
We Believe
In magic
We Believe
In the power of words
We Believe
In sharing the power of words with the world
We Know
How to reveal
We Know
How to transport
We Know
How to captivate
We Make
Magic happen
We Make
Hearts Flutter
We Make
Curiosity peak
We Create
Stories.
Thank you for reading! Please keep in mind that these were written about four years ago (I was about 12 years old)
I Stand Alone (Simile)
In the night,
I stand alone.
As a raven on his perch.
The darkness has now engulfed me.
I think of him,
Even though it will probably send him farther away.
Sickly anticipation envelops my heart.
So here I am,
Lost in this perilous gloom,
Waiting for him,
With an unrequited heart.
In the empty night,
I stand alone.
As quiet as the desert.
For every tear I waste,
I lose another ray of hope.
He claims another piece of me.
As an invading army over surrendered lands.
I love him,
But he will never return my love.
In the dark I stand alone.
Through the nauseating throbbing of my heart,
Waiting to be broken again.
I still fight to be present in his heart.
"One Bullet." (Onomatopoeia)
I thought I knew you.
A pounding on the door.
I thought I knew who you really were.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I thought you were the guy of my dreams.
The shooting of a gun.
I thought you were the guy I could trust.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I thought they were lying.
The thudding of feet in my front yard.
I thought they were just messing around.
The crash of my door as it hit the floor.
I thought I would never be hurt by you.
The creaking of feet on my stairs.
I thought you were the love of my life.
The gasping as they take in the scene before them.
I thought they wouldn't find me until my blood coated the floor.
The drip of blood from the bullet wound in my forehead.
"What did you die from?" Asked Death,
As I wandered through The Underworld.
My reply; "One bullet."
The Wind (Personification)
The wind whispered
to me it's secrets.
Telling me,
The coming of Death.
Telling me,
How his crow,
Sings his eerie song.
Telling me,
How when Death walks,
Everything parts,
And screeches for life.
The wind whispered,
To me it's secrets.
Telling me,
That I better watch out,
'Cus he's coming for me.
As I heard a gruesome song,
sung by a crow,
and felt icy fingers,
Grip my heart,
As it came to a stop.
Manifesto of an Author
We Believe
In magic
We Believe
In the power of words
We Believe
In sharing the power of words with the world
We Know
How to reveal
We Know
How to transport
We Know
How to captivate
We Make
Magic happen
We Make
Hearts Flutter
We Make
Curiosity peak
We Create
Stories.
Thank you for reading! Please keep in mind that these were written about four years ago (I was about 12 years old)