pOeTrY dUmP
So, here are some poems I've wrote in the last few days. I just think that I haven't written enough poems since my comeback (really! one!) and need to write more. Some of these poems are just silly, some others don't make any sense. Some others, though, I am proud of. I think it goes for a reason why my English homework got one hundred percent!
Ramadan (Limerick)
The neighbors get out their fairy lights,
A refreshing soup is served in iftar,
Some others bend in prayer to their Merciful Lord,
People yell, that it is Ramadan,
Which ends with Laylatul Qadr, a very special night.
Art (List Poem)
I am an artist,
My painty fingers crawl over the page,
I am an artist,
My eyes squint at my pencil drawing,
I am an artist,
I streak the paint over my canvas,
I am an artist,
My creative conscience takes flight,
I am an artist,
My pen, in my perspective, grips time and plays with it,
I am an artist,
The sights that I see are viewed in a different way to me,
I am an artist,
I mold the clay,
I am an artist,
My voice has died without my pen.
Autumn (Haiku)
The plants wither,
Animals disappear,
Winter is close.
Spring (Normal poetry)
Winter takes its final breath,
And it slowly melts away,
To give way to the new tyrant,
Which rules in a gentle way,
Spring by name, spring it does,
Out of nowhere,
Trees stand like they used to do,
When summer had had its turn,
Now spring gives rebirth to all the living creatures,
The animals celebrate the rejuvenation,
Plants lavish everywhere,
Creatures are swallowed by lust,
The grass turns fresh and moist from dry and brown,
The flowers regain their beautiful scent,
Birds lay their eggs in all the wonder,
And when summer comes with its hot-tempered servants,
The creatures weep at their loss.
Ramadan (Limerick)
The neighbors get out their fairy lights,
A refreshing soup is served in iftar,
Some others bend in prayer to their Merciful Lord,
People yell, that it is Ramadan,
Which ends with Laylatul Qadr, a very special night.
Art (List Poem)
I am an artist,
My painty fingers crawl over the page,
I am an artist,
My eyes squint at my pencil drawing,
I am an artist,
I streak the paint over my canvas,
I am an artist,
My creative conscience takes flight,
I am an artist,
My pen, in my perspective, grips time and plays with it,
I am an artist,
The sights that I see are viewed in a different way to me,
I am an artist,
I mold the clay,
I am an artist,
My voice has died without my pen.
Autumn (Haiku)
The plants wither,
Animals disappear,
Winter is close.
Spring (Normal poetry)
Winter takes its final breath,
And it slowly melts away,
To give way to the new tyrant,
Which rules in a gentle way,
Spring by name, spring it does,
Out of nowhere,
Trees stand like they used to do,
When summer had had its turn,
Now spring gives rebirth to all the living creatures,
The animals celebrate the rejuvenation,
Plants lavish everywhere,
Creatures are swallowed by lust,
The grass turns fresh and moist from dry and brown,
The flowers regain their beautiful scent,
Birds lay their eggs in all the wonder,
And when summer comes with its hot-tempered servants,
The creatures weep at their loss.
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