Random Poems
I found some poems I wrote back in Grade 12 for my English class. I'd meant to post them, but I must of forgotten in the rush to apply to scholarships among other things. Or maybe I did post them, and I just don't remember. All the same, here is some of my poetry for you guys:
Theme: Life
Life.
A symbol of living things, a word placed to describe the endless cycle of living creatures
Bearing us into the bright light that fades and flickers
Just as a candle as it burns over time.
Death, sibling to Life.
The end of our cycle that brings us unto the darkness
Tears us from our mortal lives
And seeps under locked doors try as we might to fight it.
Hand in hand,
Circling about tauntingly,
Teasingly, Life and Death take and give,
Creating a balance.
Humans fight this cycle,
Spitting curses upon hands of Life and Death
Only to fall slave just like every other mortal
And to what avail do we fight
For how does one say our existence is real?
Theme: Art
What ho, I say!
A blank canvas lies before me, whispering soft words into my ears.
Alluring suggestions of possibilities, and I dance to the tune of them
Like a monkey dances to an organ grinder’s song.
I’ve but not choice to listen,
No will to resist.
It’s all just a question of which medium to choose.
Oil paints, watercolour, pencil crayon,
Acrylic, Tempera, pastel, chalk, and graphite.
What ho, I say!
Colours speak to me,
Red is bold and fierce,
Blue caressing and moody.
Purple catches my eye and holds me to it, mesmerizing.
The absent of colour speaks just as powerfully,
It’s all just a matter of what subject comes to mind.
Whether be simple splatters of paint on a canvas,
Or the Mona Lisa.
Art is what oneself makes of it.
It knows no boundaries.
Theme: People
An array of glasses behold my sight,
Little ones, big ones, wide ones, narrow ones
To peer through my companion’s glasses
What should I see?
Through rose-coloured lenses, the sights I behold
Of a world so loving
So caring.
Whether the rain comes pouring down or death follows
I see with an optimism that would be admired.
Through shaded lenses the world is filled with dreary shadows,
I see clearly neither here nor there, preferring to stand back
Rather than take a side.
Day passes and half the world passes me by,
As night comes and I’m forced inside.
Wearing horned-rimmed glasses I see myself,
How intelligent I look, though I might just be a teacher’s pet
Seeker of knowledge,
Hungry for truth
A cacophony facts ringing in my ears.
Gazing through fractured lenses
Skewed views dance before my eyes all at once.
Different images of the same thing float before me,
Hovering, showing new angles.
Silently studying with bifocal lenses
Two perspectives appear
I look back to the past
And see what was real then
But what was once perceived is now changed
Seen in a different way.
I feel as if I’ve aged.
There are many different lenses to look through,
Many styles of glasses to be worn.
What do you see when you look through yours?
None of them have titles, but they were based on particular themes assigned to us. My favourite, I think, is the people-themed poem. Though I do enjoy the art one since it was so random. ^^
Theme: Life
Life.
A symbol of living things, a word placed to describe the endless cycle of living creatures
Bearing us into the bright light that fades and flickers
Just as a candle as it burns over time.
Death, sibling to Life.
The end of our cycle that brings us unto the darkness
Tears us from our mortal lives
And seeps under locked doors try as we might to fight it.
Hand in hand,
Circling about tauntingly,
Teasingly, Life and Death take and give,
Creating a balance.
Humans fight this cycle,
Spitting curses upon hands of Life and Death
Only to fall slave just like every other mortal
And to what avail do we fight
For how does one say our existence is real?
Theme: Art
What ho, I say!
A blank canvas lies before me, whispering soft words into my ears.
Alluring suggestions of possibilities, and I dance to the tune of them
Like a monkey dances to an organ grinder’s song.
I’ve but not choice to listen,
No will to resist.
It’s all just a question of which medium to choose.
Oil paints, watercolour, pencil crayon,
Acrylic, Tempera, pastel, chalk, and graphite.
What ho, I say!
Colours speak to me,
Red is bold and fierce,
Blue caressing and moody.
Purple catches my eye and holds me to it, mesmerizing.
The absent of colour speaks just as powerfully,
It’s all just a matter of what subject comes to mind.
Whether be simple splatters of paint on a canvas,
Or the Mona Lisa.
Art is what oneself makes of it.
It knows no boundaries.
Theme: People
An array of glasses behold my sight,
Little ones, big ones, wide ones, narrow ones
To peer through my companion’s glasses
What should I see?
Through rose-coloured lenses, the sights I behold
Of a world so loving
So caring.
Whether the rain comes pouring down or death follows
I see with an optimism that would be admired.
Through shaded lenses the world is filled with dreary shadows,
I see clearly neither here nor there, preferring to stand back
Rather than take a side.
Day passes and half the world passes me by,
As night comes and I’m forced inside.
Wearing horned-rimmed glasses I see myself,
How intelligent I look, though I might just be a teacher’s pet
Seeker of knowledge,
Hungry for truth
A cacophony facts ringing in my ears.
Gazing through fractured lenses
Skewed views dance before my eyes all at once.
Different images of the same thing float before me,
Hovering, showing new angles.
Silently studying with bifocal lenses
Two perspectives appear
I look back to the past
And see what was real then
But what was once perceived is now changed
Seen in a different way.
I feel as if I’ve aged.
There are many different lenses to look through,
Many styles of glasses to be worn.
What do you see when you look through yours?
None of them have titles, but they were based on particular themes assigned to us. My favourite, I think, is the people-themed poem. Though I do enjoy the art one since it was so random. ^^