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If you would like to submit your latest poetry, please fill out the form below.
The Dream
By Lil' Buddha, 16
It was a dream that I just had,
I was chained up in an iron clad
In a dungeon is where I was
All I could hear was a quiet buzz
It came from a machine in the other room
A woman working on an old loom
I shouted at her to let me go
But she didn't seem to have the know
Of how to get me out of the hell
Until a witch thought up the spell
To unchain me without a key
And open the door and let me be
I walked over and opened the door
I looked outside, I was on a shore
And walking out I started to fall
I yelled, I screamed, I tried to call
People came but didn't rescue me
They just watched and let me be
I fell and fell, then hit the ground
And then I heard a great loud sound
I looked around, I was on a cloud
A boy came over and to me he bowed
Then took my hand and led me to
A great big palace on cloud number 2
He told me to go up the stair
Because I was the awaited heir
To the throne is where I must be
Because I am the unknown key
To a puzzle inside my head
So I can wake up in my bed
The Sun
By Mariah
A luminous beacon of hope for the meek,
The light end of the tunnel, sinners seek,
The world’s clock strikes noon, burning shirtless backs,
Of unfortunate slaves carrying baskets and sacks.
War-hungry leaders seeking darkness, not light,
The world’s everlasting flame, forever burning bright,
Farmers cry out and pray for plentiful crops,
A loud silence of many, the world’s clock stops.
Amidst chaos and destruction, the beacon is lost,
The end of the Olympics, the world’s discus tossed,
Darkness falls upon the arrogant world below,
In revenge, the beacon, extinct, drops its halo.
The world stops turning, as the beacon expires,
Gloom falls upon bustling cities and great empires,
Silence and blindness, not a cry nor a tear,
Sooner than you think, Judgment Day draws near.
Perfume
By Mariah
Concealed aromas escape from bottle,
Essence of rose, departing spray.
Passion consumes,
In air exotic,
Propelled by love's romantic thought.
I, the wearer, masked behind perfume's power,
Entranced by scent.
Lust for the potion nestled on my body,
Those around me-controlled by mist.
The fragrance captivates its keeper,
I, the possessor, administer mist,
The elixir, a dangerous weapon,
My indulgence revealed.
My body, inhabited sensuality,
The brew, an aphrodisiac.
With the last spray of its intoxicating fumes,
The marvel lingers.
Freedom
By Mariah
Hands and feet shackled, shirtless backs whipped,
Unfortunate and unforgivable,
The world, losing all sense of humanity and moral,
The conclusion of Adam and Eve's demise.
Our fight for freedom has turned cold,
Our voice is left unheard,
Our eyes, open, but blind to morality,
God's message is heard, but are we listening?
Our hearts, the rocky, dark earth beneath our feet,
Our voices, fade with the voices of many,
Our eyes, blind from what's happening in our midst,
Our minds, controlled by the media's wishes.
Our wrong actions are shadowed by the works of others,
The human race, at stake, for our own wrongdoings,
Our acts, changing, will reverse morbid outcomes,
Standing together, we fight for freedom.
Harvest Moon
By Lil' Buddha, 16
The harvest moon
Is out again
A big orange orb
Hovering above the horizon
The stars are out
Staring down on me and
The sun is setting
On the opposite side of the sky,
Bright as a chandelier
The sky is clear
It's a beautiful night
I look forward to this
Every fall of the year
It's out again,
The harvest moon.
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