This is going to be a collections of old poems that I wrote back in highschool. I used to like these a lot so I hope that you enjoy them.
Xel’ Tassadar’s Torn Self Man of more than words Born and raised to fight Hands stained with blood Banished by the light Frozen cold in time Broken by the right All his wounds may heal But scars are all he feels Cast into the dark Glowing like a spark Merged with the blaze of fire He climbs to somewhere higher For a hero he won’t wait He’s waging war despite the hate Blood streaks down his face Running a higher pace The kiss he cannot make The steps he cannot take The face he cannot see Maybe it wasn’t meant to be
Where Two Ends Meet It’s time to move, The time has come, The upper hand is mine. Victory is within my grasp. The enemy is unaware, My opponent is blind, He can’t see the truth in front of him. He’s a fool and can’t see the truth. He has underestimated me for the last time, He was a fool to think I could be taken so easily, His mistakes will cost him. He will pay for his grave errors. Time is drawing short and the day fades to night. It’s almost dusk as the day slips away. He won’t find me easy to stray from the path, He won’t drive me from the path, It’s time to end this battle once and for all. This unnecessary conflict is no contest for I shall end it.
A hill top Angel: The Story of Emmeline Grangerford Alas what word the world lost that day Were talents that were grand. In her palm she took her pencil and in her loving way Made a final dedication with the work of her own hand. On day she did began to sway As she began to wilt. She tried her luck but every day She lies beneath a quilt. She used a talent of beyond her age To bring memories to those lost. And like a sage She brought back times that many forgot. With the work of her two hands She made her family see How great and truly grand That life could really be. But sadly on she lost her health She soon fell terribly ill. Despite the doctor’s wealth Of knowledge she laid still. One day the man of death Arrived and took away her soul. She breathed in one last breathe Before the sickness took its toll. She died that day not sad And surely not alone Some people were of course so mad The winds of death had blown. On top of the hill there lies an angel Silent but with great will. There rests some one who to death was no stranger Right on top of that hill. This one was a poem I did in response to part of the book Huckfinn. When I wrote this people thought that I had plaigerized it but I promise you that this is an original. Back then people underestimated my writing skills I guess.
