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Keita's Poetry (Thought I'd see what everyone thought)
This poem was inspired by the series Avatar: the Last Air Bender
It was noon when the flag was raised Before the battle began to rage. Five youths have waited for this day And now they stand alone The one with flame running through his veins Watched and waited to start this game Sneaking through the enemy’s terrain To light the first match The woman who was not a girl Since the war had changed her world Fought like raging rivers that hurled Her anger upon her enemy The warrior who was now a man Had put together this very plan To infiltrate the enemy’s land At it’s darkest dawn The one was solid as the earth Understood this battle’s worth Cried out when she felt blood first And fell into this battle The leader of this motley crew Watched as his own anger grew Called upon all he knew To rid this world of evil The five fought for many days And knew what each of them must pay To win this battle in any way To save this world’s people The five finally became four Only to loose one more For her death had shook him to the core And he left after the battle The three that stayed Had many parts to play To renovate the world they saved And finally bring it peace The world will remember the way The warriors fought to save The land that laid Under the flag that noon Well this one was written before the end of season two, so it was my original idea on how the solar eclipse would go... sorta |
my next poem is one relating to love and romance Called Elysium
close yours eyes listen to your heart it's memories sing of time passed a lifetime within mere seconds novels in three simple words our world in one single kiss eternity in a dream that we both share though shadows of fear try to break the dream and force us away hold onto to us to this elysium this perfect hope and promise that it will not disappear for without it the world is dark and the dream is broken So let your heart listen to the words of this dream and close your eyes... And this one came from a neighbor who decided that music at 12 am was a good idea Cant beat the Beat Thumpthumpthump The sound grows louder As it vibrates in my head Causing this massive pain And making me scream “Turn that damn music off!” Yet more of the loud bass Answers my demand. So I try to ignore it only to Have it grow louder. THUMPTHUMPTHUMP Pratically crying from the pulsing In my own head , I finally Stand up and walk over to the Door that leads to the source Of this onslaught of sound And bang on the door in time With the beat, Yet when an amazon of a woman with curlers in her hair and green goo covering her face Answers the door, all the anger That had built up flowed away Leaving me meek and in pain Finding my voice, I ask her “Could you please turn down your Sound?” The door slams in my face And as I start back to my own Door, I cant help but realize That the sound has gotten louder |
This poem came from all my time taking Latin
Discipulus The night has fallen as she sits At her little table Trying to translate Latin bits Wishing she was able To see the difference between sum And sit or haec and hic Or even what clause ends in cum So much it made her sick All night she tried to read the lines Of the ancient writing Until it was finally the time To see the sun rising She went to class in fear of when Her teacher would shout out To translate all of nine and ten And what it was about Each day she questioned why she had Decided to take Latin Knowing that it would be so bad And that this would happen So she still sat in class each day Conjugating latin Trying to find an easy way For an A to happen Notes: Sum and sit - two different forms of the latin verb to be Haec and hic - two different forms of the word this |
This one was written based on a dear Amy news article
Dear Amy I have a question You see that needs to Be answered truthfully. My family is rude and my Kids never listen They all Do not care about how I feel Or how what they’re doing is So mean to me. It does not matter That it is in fact their own lives Or that I shouldn’t not get mad On wedding days simply because I paid. Yet I am and now I ask for Justification for my anger. So please Tell me what I want to hear, that they’re Rude and mean and shouldn’t do such Things. But when I finally read your Answers left for me in print. I cannot Help but cringe at the way you seem To portray my feelings as wrong and Selfish. So instead I’ll go ask dear Abby. This is one based on miscommunication, written in iambic pentameter Silence The words I say will fall on your deaf ears, Never to convey their truth before they Return to the emptiness of my soul Will you ever understand me and set Me free from who you think I need to be, Never could I live up to your image Of a person who bends backwards for all Of your impossible wants and needs, I Want to run and leave those lies that you shout and then you will know how it feels when all The words you say will fall on my deaf ears If you look at this one, it's actually supposed to look like a slot machine The Slot machine is calling to me again, begging, begging to be used and played with like a cheap dime store whore over and over again. Until I am finally spent. Give me a spin it says. finally I give in and pull out a quarter pop it in and watch, waiting to win 7- 7- Yesyesyes YESSS! 7- 7- BAR I wait for a second and hope the true tones of the quarters falling will fill my ears and pockets only to realize I’ve won Nothing Oh well I Better try once more |
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