I don't write Poems very often, but the English teachers at my school decided that every year they are forcing their students to participate in the Poetry Slam at school.
This was a Sonnet I wrote for class called Words:
This next one is another Sonnet, but I actually put this one into the contest. Title: Betrayal
The one titled betrayal got me into the finals of the Poetry Slam and this is the free verse poem I read for that part of the competition. Title: Imagine
This was a Sonnet I wrote for class called Words:
Words
The words slowly appear on the blank page,
Telling about people, places, and things.
Charmingly using the book as their stage;
Leaping into the air, flying with wings.
Characters to their own melody move,
Singing and dancing to their many tales.
Their hidden agendas secretly prove,
That they have a head similar to nails.
Sadly the ending comes closer too soon,
Action yielding to the resolution.
A sense of dread is hanging like the moon,
‘The end’ as the final contribution.
This great story is a true mystery,
As I realize it all came from me.
The words slowly appear on the blank page,
Telling about people, places, and things.
Charmingly using the book as their stage;
Leaping into the air, flying with wings.
Characters to their own melody move,
Singing and dancing to their many tales.
Their hidden agendas secretly prove,
That they have a head similar to nails.
Sadly the ending comes closer too soon,
Action yielding to the resolution.
A sense of dread is hanging like the moon,
‘The end’ as the final contribution.
This great story is a true mystery,
As I realize it all came from me.
This next one is another Sonnet, but I actually put this one into the contest. Title: Betrayal
Betrayal
Treachery and disloyalty both sting,
The two relish in their form of glory.
I met disloyalty first on a swing,
As ten kids met to tell me a story.
The story told of a ghost named Marry,
She hurt people in the bathroom earning
The nick-name Bloody. Dared, fear I’d bury.
The ten to hurt and scare me were aiming.
By “Bloody Marry” I was beaten.
Soon after, the school kids abandoned me.
Whispers about me. By myself eaten.
My first betrayal was at this degree.
Betrayal, sadly, exists everywhere,
And getting used to it is hard, I swear
Treachery and disloyalty both sting,
The two relish in their form of glory.
I met disloyalty first on a swing,
As ten kids met to tell me a story.
The story told of a ghost named Marry,
She hurt people in the bathroom earning
The nick-name Bloody. Dared, fear I’d bury.
The ten to hurt and scare me were aiming.
By “Bloody Marry” I was beaten.
Soon after, the school kids abandoned me.
Whispers about me. By myself eaten.
My first betrayal was at this degree.
Betrayal, sadly, exists everywhere,
And getting used to it is hard, I swear
The one titled betrayal got me into the finals of the Poetry Slam and this is the free verse poem I read for that part of the competition. Title: Imagine
Imagine...
What if everything was backwards?
Would people get along?
Would bullies reign supreme?
Or would pride fill our hearts?
Imagine,
If our personalities were on the outside?
Making everyone blind;
Only after we got to know someone
Would we find out how they looked inside.
Imagine,
If everyone was like that…
How many people would be invisible?
So conceited and self-absorbed,
Caring about looks, but that won’t matter anymore
Imagine,
The thing that once mattered most to so many,
Was now the last thing everyone would know;
All the blind would work together;
Learning the truth ‘bout everyone.
Imagine,
That even when we understood someone,
They sadly wouldn’t know…
Unless they understood us;
And could see us as well…
Imagine,
If our personalities were on the outside;
Would pride control our minds?
Would bullies still exist?
Or would fighting be our reaction?
Imagine,
A world where everything was backwards…
What if everything was backwards?
Would people get along?
Would bullies reign supreme?
Or would pride fill our hearts?
Imagine,
If our personalities were on the outside?
Making everyone blind;
Only after we got to know someone
Would we find out how they looked inside.
Imagine,
If everyone was like that…
How many people would be invisible?
So conceited and self-absorbed,
Caring about looks, but that won’t matter anymore
Imagine,
The thing that once mattered most to so many,
Was now the last thing everyone would know;
All the blind would work together;
Learning the truth ‘bout everyone.
Imagine,
That even when we understood someone,
They sadly wouldn’t know…
Unless they understood us;
And could see us as well…
Imagine,
If our personalities were on the outside;
Would pride control our minds?
Would bullies still exist?
Or would fighting be our reaction?
Imagine,
A world where everything was backwards…
