Post by The Phantom on Dec 27, 2005 19:16:47 GMT -5
I've written a few poems over the years. Some have been published, but here are a few. I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to write a comment when you're done reading!
These are rather short:
I thought I would add this. I had to write it for my English class and I think it turned out quite nicely.
What do you all think?
These are rather short:
Our World
I look through my window and what do I see?
A world where there is no moon or stars, where evil lurks in every corner,
a world not free of innocence, full of hatred and guilt.
A place where everyone is blind and can’t see true light.
A world through my eyes; a world through God’s eyes.
Mirror
The mirror only shows the out
Don't Look
Instead, look inside...in your heart...in your very self
Who among us ignores the mirror?
Who looks in, not out?
The heart shows all,
it proclaims the truth,
it harness' emotion,
and can't let go,
it holds the greatest capacity for love.
Yet it is ignored
and taken for granted by life itself
A Work of Art
A work of art,
A drawing.
I draw the
past,
understanding
present,
an endless experience
future,
what will come.
Me?
I live the moment.
Colors blend.
Feelings express meaning.
My Art,
a whispering tree during the night.
Does anyone hear?
My talents,
hidden.
Will anyone know?
My life,
a mystery.
-
To be determined.
-
I have potential and patience
for this art is perilous and rough.
I have friendship
for this art is lonely and depressing.
I have interests
for this art is work, no play.
I have sports
for art grounds you.
I vacation
for art can’t stop me.
I have a voice
for art can’t silence it.
I’m inspired
for art can’t stand in my way
Art may seem hard
but you decide.
I look through my window and what do I see?
A world where there is no moon or stars, where evil lurks in every corner,
a world not free of innocence, full of hatred and guilt.
A place where everyone is blind and can’t see true light.
A world through my eyes; a world through God’s eyes.
Mirror
The mirror only shows the out
Don't Look
Instead, look inside...in your heart...in your very self
Who among us ignores the mirror?
Who looks in, not out?
The heart shows all,
it proclaims the truth,
it harness' emotion,
and can't let go,
it holds the greatest capacity for love.
Yet it is ignored
and taken for granted by life itself
A Work of Art
A work of art,
A drawing.
I draw the
past,
understanding
present,
an endless experience
future,
what will come.
Me?
I live the moment.
Colors blend.
Feelings express meaning.
My Art,
a whispering tree during the night.
Does anyone hear?
My talents,
hidden.
Will anyone know?
My life,
a mystery.
-
To be determined.
-
I have potential and patience
for this art is perilous and rough.
I have friendship
for this art is lonely and depressing.
I have interests
for this art is work, no play.
I have sports
for art grounds you.
I vacation
for art can’t stop me.
I have a voice
for art can’t silence it.
I’m inspired
for art can’t stand in my way
Art may seem hard
but you decide.
I thought I would add this. I had to write it for my English class and I think it turned out quite nicely.
Art
What would the world be like without art?
Would the mind be expressed while the heart lies still?
Expression dies
It wrinkles away,
Unable to sustain
A beautiful soul never fully expressed is never understood
If only within those who don’t understand,
A fire were lit
Inspirations cease
The mind must go on alone
To take away art is the essence of slavery
The termination of freedom
The written word and music dead
For are not writings art?
God created art on that first week
Life itself is art and we must live
The art of love, gone
To take away art is to turn off the sun
All is dark and morbid
Imagination destroyed
To take away art is to make the whole world blind, deaf, and dumb
Yet as the world dies within,
It goes on
We ignore the art placed in our daily lives
The thoughts too busy, the eyes too quick
We have forgotten what it is to enjoy the life we own and own it entirely
We have forgotten who we are and where we came from,
The aspects that make us
Yet a glimmer of hope lies
The voice heard among the crowds
For places on Earth hold the key
If only found in the right places
What would the world be like without art?
Would the mind be expressed while the heart lies still?
Expression dies
It wrinkles away,
Unable to sustain
A beautiful soul never fully expressed is never understood
If only within those who don’t understand,
A fire were lit
Inspirations cease
The mind must go on alone
To take away art is the essence of slavery
The termination of freedom
The written word and music dead
For are not writings art?
God created art on that first week
Life itself is art and we must live
The art of love, gone
To take away art is to turn off the sun
All is dark and morbid
Imagination destroyed
To take away art is to make the whole world blind, deaf, and dumb
Yet as the world dies within,
It goes on
We ignore the art placed in our daily lives
The thoughts too busy, the eyes too quick
We have forgotten what it is to enjoy the life we own and own it entirely
We have forgotten who we are and where we came from,
The aspects that make us
Yet a glimmer of hope lies
The voice heard among the crowds
For places on Earth hold the key
If only found in the right places
What do you all think?
