here are some of my poems that i will be entering in the contest. and if you steal them i WILL hunt you down and kill you. i'll put the other ones i haven't typed yet up later.
What is what?
Why do we say what?
Why not say untoglish and it be the same thing?
Who gave a cat its name?
And who gave it its name?
Why do we speak this way?
How did we get each and every word?
Why is everything how it is?
And how did it become this way?
What made everything look and sound and spelled the way it is?
Why do we question?
If we question everything what will we have,
If all we get is evasive answers?
Why aren’t they answered straight forward?
But do our questions have meaning?
Are we even asking the right questions,
Or is it the one who is answering?
How do we know who is speaking the truth,
Or speaking true meaning?
All we can do is keep trying.
One day it will be succeeding,
But till then we have survive.
We’ve braved it all our lives,
And have to continue on.
There’ll be families that cry.
Hopefully we’ll discover a way,
But that’s some far off day.
Till that day we wait.
We mope and weep,
For family members we shall not meet.
Death, famine, war,
Poverty, drugs-Evil!
Power, greed, hunger,
Destruction, disease-Evil!
Why not destroy it all?
We can’t.
Take a way all the drugs!
How?
Do something to stop it!
We’re trying.
Why not succeeding?
We do all we can.
What is that?
Donate to all the causes.
Why isn’t it helping?
It is.
Then why isn’t it stopped?
We don’t know how.
Find out!
That’s what we’re trying to do.
Hurry!! Hurry!! Hurry!!
What are you doing?
I’m trying and donating.
Is that all you can?
Yes, it’s all I can do.
No, it’s all we can do.
Butterflies sweet and sound.
Flowers swaying in the breeze.
Waves flowing up and down.
Animals running through the trees.
That is all I wish, but that is just a dream.
None of it can truly be.
’cause now the world is slowly dieing,
And nothing seems worth trying.
That’s the world of today.
I hope you like it.
‘Cause us human beings,
Have dug ourselves a grave.
What is power? Some people say knowledge is power, but that is only a key component. Strength, physical as well as emotional and spiritual, is also a key to power. True power is made full of weaknesses and strengths. You have to have both and cannot exchange one for the other. True power is not perfection, because true power can be reached. True power is acceptance of one’s flaws and differences. So what is power? Power is not one thing and is more than any average person would dare to describe. Because it would be admitting that in this world we live in, no one has true power.
Trust that’s forever lasting,
Is friendship evermore.
All you have to do,
Is laugh and hang.
It goes for kids and teens,
Adults too,
It’s for all ages.
Being there at the worst,
And playing at the best.
Trust and loyalty are ideal,
For friendships that are forever lasting.
It brings depression and rage,
Tears that no one can control.
Pain that stings,
The worst of it all.
It’s full of illusions, prayers,
And happily ever afters.
Causes all the quietness,
The quite, quite, loneliness.
There’s no more to say about it,
Except no one who’s been through it,
Can ever truly except it.
Anyone can understand anyone,
If they had the heart to listen.
The more you believe the more that can come true.
Where would I go if I wanted to leave?
I don’t have the money or age,
But sometimes I feel like going away,
For some time for myself.
Away from all the noises,
No matter how big or small.
I just want to sit,
Let my head clear.
But when I want to escape,
It seems like I can’t the most.
So I stay here,
With my head about to burst.
Thinking of how to escape.
What language do we speak today? The world can only speak one. That one is translated into more. It’s put into English, Spanish, Roman, Chinese, Japanese, and much more. But the words of the world’s language are about caring and greed. I know not which one we speak today. But I have a good guess.
thats it for now. here is the web site if you want to submit YOUR OWN poems. http://www.wordclay.com/PromoPages/PoetryContest.aspx
2 comments:
Power to the Poets!!!
yeah!!!!!!!!!!
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