Post by bezzerkker on Feb 20, 2004 0:39:30 GMT -5
heres some poems I had to do for school
(a metaphor poem)
the moon is...
the nighttime observer
a button to hold the night
the enigma of the night sky
companion to the starts
a hole in the dark
brother to the sun
a spotlight for night fun
a wraith of the sun
the Eye of God
the Revealer fo the Lies of Night
hope in a sea of despair
the Jewel of the Night
the coming storm
lightning strikes, flashing
Thunder, its brother, sounds wildly
the storm is coming
desperate escape
Her heart hammered in her chest
As she was singled out from the rest
She feared hug from the man in the cape
to flee, she ran her very best
lymerical suicide
With the wind against his skin
He knew he was free, then
He fell to the ground, with naught a frown
Upon hitting the ground, he met his end
(I am poem)
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
I wonder what if?
I hear the wind rustling the trees
I see hope in the eyes of a friend
I want to rest
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
I pretend that I'm just fine
I feel lost
I touch the tips of clouds
I worry about the next day
I cry about my mistakes
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
I understand that perfection is a myth
I say that I don't care
I dream that I have wings
I try to live
I hope that tomorrow never comes
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
Ode to Song
To speak waht I believe is true
I feel naught but gratitude t'wards You
Audibally filling my need
Allowing my soul to feed
With beautiful melody, You sound
The fulfilment in You I've found
At Your voice, I soar and dive
Or am reminded that I'm still alive
Gentle and mystically sweet
Or hard, lound and with quickened beat
For every mood
For day dream and brood
You create the soundtrack to my life
A temporary release from agony and strife
To speak waht I believe is true
I feel naught but gratitude t'wards You
unloved beauty
There is beauty in death
For a sun's setting outshines its rise
Just as the beautiful truth
vanquishes and disproves lies
A consuming fire
Loved by all
Feedig itself
Beautiful, Death's call
The ending resolution
to earthbound life
a neglected treasure
release from agony and strife
An unloved beauty
for it is the end
of carnal pleasures
it is a true friend
message
concentrate on the pain
let me know I'm insane
Savour the taste of my blood
Let my soul be soil't with mud
Give the pain a way out
Bite my lip, hold back a shout
Administer my self hate
I know its way too late
It's time to end
Goodbye, my friend
oh, and I'm aware that the title for "ode to song" is repetitive
(a metaphor poem)
the moon is...
the nighttime observer
a button to hold the night
the enigma of the night sky
companion to the starts
a hole in the dark
brother to the sun
a spotlight for night fun
a wraith of the sun
the Eye of God
the Revealer fo the Lies of Night
hope in a sea of despair
the Jewel of the Night
the coming storm
lightning strikes, flashing
Thunder, its brother, sounds wildly
the storm is coming
desperate escape
Her heart hammered in her chest
As she was singled out from the rest
She feared hug from the man in the cape
to flee, she ran her very best
lymerical suicide
With the wind against his skin
He knew he was free, then
He fell to the ground, with naught a frown
Upon hitting the ground, he met his end
(I am poem)
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
I wonder what if?
I hear the wind rustling the trees
I see hope in the eyes of a friend
I want to rest
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
I pretend that I'm just fine
I feel lost
I touch the tips of clouds
I worry about the next day
I cry about my mistakes
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
I understand that perfection is a myth
I say that I don't care
I dream that I have wings
I try to live
I hope that tomorrow never comes
I am a wanderer and a wonderer
Ode to Song
To speak waht I believe is true
I feel naught but gratitude t'wards You
Audibally filling my need
Allowing my soul to feed
With beautiful melody, You sound
The fulfilment in You I've found
At Your voice, I soar and dive
Or am reminded that I'm still alive
Gentle and mystically sweet
Or hard, lound and with quickened beat
For every mood
For day dream and brood
You create the soundtrack to my life
A temporary release from agony and strife
To speak waht I believe is true
I feel naught but gratitude t'wards You
unloved beauty
There is beauty in death
For a sun's setting outshines its rise
Just as the beautiful truth
vanquishes and disproves lies
A consuming fire
Loved by all
Feedig itself
Beautiful, Death's call
The ending resolution
to earthbound life
a neglected treasure
release from agony and strife
An unloved beauty
for it is the end
of carnal pleasures
it is a true friend
message
concentrate on the pain
let me know I'm insane
Savour the taste of my blood
Let my soul be soil't with mud
Give the pain a way out
Bite my lip, hold back a shout
Administer my self hate
I know its way too late
It's time to end
Goodbye, my friend
oh, and I'm aware that the title for "ode to song" is repetitive