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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Sunset


The sun has set
and the skies are fading.
Time is racing by
and those who were young are aging.

As a young man sits on the ocean side
he watches his life passing by.
And with a smile he laughs all the while
because he was living on the inside.

But the longer he sat
the older he grew.
He did his best
even if no one knew.

But he knew who he really was
and what a life really means.
He knew what it is to love
and how big dreams can be.

So as that sun set
his breath was now the breeze.
He lived a life to be proud of
so this night he could be at ease.


This is about the last night of a mans life and how he is reflecting on the way he has lived. It is also about living a life to be proud of and not living acording to anyone elses standards.

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Hole


I am all alone in this dark hole.
I sit and wait to be liberated.
But all the more I scream and yell
that I wish to be heavily sedated.

I am not myself anymore.
The beasts have made me something so vile.
I see the path I have taken,
and I cry all the while.

I see the things that I have done,
that put me in this dismal place.
And when I look at the muddy pool of water on the ground
I can barely recognize my own saddened weather worn face.

It has been blackened by the lies
and has been aged by the pain.
If I could go back I would
and I would do it over again.

I would shun the beasts that lured me here,
with their promises of love and happiness.
I would take a candle next time I went in the dark,
so I could really see which road is best.

But alas I can't change what has happened.
I can not revisit the past.
I can not sew up the wounds I have scourged
and I can not go back and wait for the beasts to take off their masks.

This was my most precious gift.
The life I was given on my very first day.
Why was I so foolish?
Why did I just waste it away?


Ok this poem is sort of about peer pressure and sort of about wasting your life doing things that are foolish or self destructive. The "beasts" are people in your life that try to get you to do things that you know are wrong whether that be morally or legally and the hole is the guilt and shame you can feel after you do those things.

Allegory

An allegory is a poem that uses a metaphor to talk about something. Allegories use symbolism to talk about something else. They are really neat because someone could interpret them anyway they wanted and each poem could mean something different to each person who reads it.