A poem of death from College

This poem has to do with death and people close to you dying. I hope you like it...or not but in a good way.

Poem:

Unloved by family
disconnected from reality
cladded in armor
so bold
fire and passion born of twin blood
a doctor to be
mountain of black and red
love for both female and males
heart-broken lover
a crossed ocean of heart
shatter the glass
shatter the memory
outlook the mount
fire
death
forgetness
in flame of memory
spirit of love
lust
hope
mine guardian flame
my minds eye
eye to the spirit realm
the tomb of death
swirling darkness
nothingness
immortal reality
the last blood dripping
dripping in goodbyes.

New Poem from College

After reading my last poem to class i wrote another one.

Poem:

Against the Night Sky

Stars
Monotony
a painting of catastrophe
explosions beyond the light

"What a night what a night
upon the mountain,
sittin, singin, whishin the stars away"
said the black furred boy
his fur a spike and smooth
curls, rosemary, a blush of touch
as ivory stature looks up at his fur

"Destruction, construction
the continued recycle of place
catastrophe, apathetically.
the world continues in cruel disgrace"
say I the voice of velvet smooth reality
a relaxation, a water ripple in the sky,
the air,
a creation of the stars

White wings, smooth and shining
wilt upon the dark
blackness, nothingness, completion
wings of leathery smoothness
kneed the constellations of I, the ripple of remorse
looking down the world below

My mountain, my home
ivory and fur contort, counter
with grip, with a fist that
slams upon the skys
stars explode
the night grows bold
the night grows old

"Who are you
What are you that
destroys the night with a fist of just"
says a silent statue, a sleepy eye

"Are you god, a being true.
An angel of the devil hood"
fur growls with a wolfish
sneer
his body cortex and clear

"I am no god, no devil too
I be I of velvet eye
Behold me, my night ling home"

My voice fades,
my world destroyed
as the cross of stabbing
lights contort the
dark
sunrise upon the world
untouched.

Poem from College

This is a poem made for our lesson 'Inspired by...'

I hope you all like it!

Poem:

Nightmare

Inspired by: Jump Mama by Kurtis Lamkin

Pretty summer day
goin far away
to where the snow needs
meltin
and the sun don't shine

harsh stormy day
laughing mockingly
as the world around is
destroyed
an' the heart of a beast is tamed

lil' girl follows the summer day
her pigtails wagin as her body
dancin
dancin around the warm hot day

she sees a bird
a big ol'bird
sittin on her bench

Scat bird!
she shouts as the clouds roll in

the bird tads off
a laughin starts
and the bird comes back
again

Her look turns scared
her eyes openin
Wide
as the clouds fight the day

lookin to the bird she
screeches
lightning hits the birds beak
sparks fly all around the boilin sky

fried lil' bird engulfed
in black light
becomes an
old woman

lil' girl looks scared
again
old woman laughs
girl tries to run away
old woman grabs her sayin

You can't run! Your too old!
girl turns
Mirror reflexes the old woman
She is

Crackle of thunder
awakens her
from a Nightmare

A Big Question

A Big Question

Is life worth it?
Do we have the right to do such?
Why are we here?
What have we done to live so well?
I don't know why, but I know one thing well.
We do not have the right to go around as if there is no reason.
Life was given to us for a reason, use it.
Help, don't harm.
Love, don't kill.
Care, don't hate.
Forgive and forget, don't take revenge on memories.
I am the farthest from perfect on these terms;
That just means I have been where you are;
I came back.
Let everyone live life to its fullest, for we don't have it for long.
What ever they may be,
let them be whom they are.
If god is real, I don't think he would hate anyone,
just for the way they are?
If any of the gods' are real
Would they be good to follow if they hated man?
I have no belief in any,
but I follow my soul;
It tells me no they would not.
I am a hurtful, evil-like person,
but I shall be the first to stand for the life of another.
This war, it sends tears to the eyes of many.
the lives of children, are they but toys to thou?
this war, it is not a helpful thing.
if this is what we do with life,
do we have the right to live?
I say...
no.