A/N: This is just an assortment of poems I had to write for school, they’re not all too good by my standards, but I was somewhat…restricted on what I could write about

A/N: This is just an assortment of poems I had to write for school, they’re not all too good by my standards, but I was somewhat…restricted on what I could write about. (and I had to write to certain requirements, its school…DUH)

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Sonnet

Through the darkness winter falls

Spring it comes and the snow is done

Shadows cast against the walls

Against the smog’s embrace I ask “where’s the joy?” for there is none

Where’s the grass that grows so green

Among a field of nothing I find a dying springtime flower

Where’s all the children, so obscene

These words of mine have lost their power

Where’s the animals who always seem to frolic

Where’s the light, the sun’s not shining

Amidst the city lights, now I realize this Spring is fake, so diabolic

Where’s all my birds who love to sing, they’ve all gone missing

Not to worry, drop the hopes of a Summer shower

Even the smallest of flowers hold great power

Acrostic

Jammed down smile but I’m no pessimist

Articulate as an architect, art is the future on my life’s list

Slowed by shyness so I’ll stay silent

Olive branch for my peaceful sincerity no matter the intent

Now I’m no sugar but at least I’m not bitter

Limerick

There was once a boy

Who knew not the meaning of joy

Then one day a sweet little girl

Gave him a flower the color of pearl

So he gave her his heart, his only true toy

Epitaph

Here lies Trent

He got lost

In space that is

Who knows when he’ll pay the rent?

Cinquain

Fear

Blackish Nightmare

Creeping, crawling, slithering

Screaming through your heartbeat

Paranoia

Sorrow

Grave emotion

Aching, tears falling

Running down your cheeks

Sad

Haiku

Deep brown and steaming

The mug warming my cold hands

As the caffeine hits…

Narrative

There was once a boy who dreamed of peace

For him these dreams never seemed to cease

He knew nothing of these little games we humans like to play

These little games called war, that we brought night and day

He could never realize, despite the flame lit night

The true meaning of fright

Not until he was called away

Now he knew how it felt to be thrown into the fray

The blood, the gore, the horrors of war

He just couldn’t take it anymore

Not wanting to dishonor his dreams, he pulled out his peace

He shot himself and left his visions deceased