Posted February 19, 2013 :U Poems are fun. I'm going to post some of my better ones here, because why not. {Support me as a writer! Wattpad ~ Hiperyon} Nova A star so big, too large to miss Living in peace, peaceful bliss But suddenly, Hydrogen is used and heavier elements must be fused The death has started, it cannot be stopped The existence of the star is suddenly mopped The star makes iron, its desperate act to keep away from that inevitable fact But iron simply seals the deal it absorbs energy better than steel No longer able to heat its core Now alone, the gravity wins the war Inside-out the star is turned Its death by iron hardly earned It's cry of death, it does ring out louder than a blue whale's shout So great is it, that graceful star Such a mark it leaves, the gaseous scar Looked upon with curiosity By humans, a race simply void of generosity If our friend can perish so A painful death, as we do know That one star's death, a horrible implode Gave in to the night, a black so sorrowed... Could such an end not come about here, instead of iron, with fear? Hope The stream in the park near my house; Where I am now... The water was still flowing. It made me happy. It's keeping me company as I write this; Silently gurgling over the smoothed, gray rocks, undeterred by the mud, the sticks, rocks leaves in its path. And, I tried to clean out as much of the garbage as I could I'll get more of it later, But now, I'm here for writing and thinking, not cleaning. There's a small hill right next to the stream on either side, one side, I've never explored. The other side, to the left of where I came from, across from me now, in front of me, I can see just dirt, though it's covered in fallen, brown trees and their broken branches, and flat piles of dead leaves, the same color. Then, I can see the poison ivy, crawling down the hill, sheltering under it bed of leaves, waiting for some fool to try and touch its venomous, green petals. There's moss, too, a sickly yellow-green color, eating at the fallen trees and the wet stones, along the silently gurgling stream. I remember the first time I came here; this side of the park. I found the trails first, amazing and huge; Full of life, plants, bugs, ivy, cardinals, does, fawns, swallows, trees, green, bushes; once, I even saw an eight-point buck. Such a wondrous place. I came nearly every day, watching the forest, watching the stream, watching the animals, the trees, the life. But then... After months turned to years, Snow set in. Huge blankets of white-gray snow, not stopping, packing in, heavy snow, for days. It was too much for the forest. As I watched, Trees fell, Plants died, The deer I had come to love left, The birds followed soon after. All that's left now, Even now, a year later, is only the strongest of trees, stumps, logs, this stream and a few birds, searching for their homes. I tried to tell them, it was gone, flattened under the snow and wind, but they don't understand my words. This place, now, once the greenest place I had seen, the most happy place to be, Has died at the hands of the white, cold demon. Why, then, do I still come? All I see are but stumps of what I remember. Why, then, do I bother picking up the garbage? People will just leave more anyway, this place has become their garbage can. This forest has nearly died. I come, because... Today, I found a sapling. Share this post Link to post
Posted February 21, 2013 Wow theey are but make a poem about Slenderman! It would be really good! Share this post Link to post
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