Evan - Hello Poetry

Evan Sep 2018

Loneliness Dreams about
a feeling less cold, One without Heartache
Of a Feeling less cruel and Depressed

Loneliness Thinks about
The Gentle Feeling of a Lovers Embrace
The warmth of another Heart, for one without any.

Loneliness Remembers
A Time when the world was less dark
When the littlest of light was enough to last months.

Loneliness Forgets
Nothing of the days when the world was cruel
And Every Thought of a future less cold

Loneliness Tells Us
Of the Cruelty of Mankind
To Banish another to suffer forever, because of what they are.

ANother school poem

#emotions

Evan Sep 2018

Love

Love
by Evan W.

Love is a gentle hand to hold on to when the way is less traveled and you’re covered in cuts
It shows a way with Light and Joy, in a world so Dark and Depressed.

Love sounds like a gentle song played on a piano, by the heart of one to another
A beautiful song to cleanse your soul of darkness so you may carry on in a world so cruel.

Love looks like a Dream so close yet so far, to wonder if you could ever attain it
A Dream you must be determined to hold, far more precious than any gold.

Love remembers those left behind by the world, they who cry in darkness, left to rot.
It remembers them and returns to show them the way out of darkest crypt and coldest cave.

Love is a memory of a time when you had someone to walk the path with, to steady your hand when you twitched, and to pull you from the edge. A memory some never received.

Made in school

#love #school

Evan Sep 2018

Deep in a Trench

Deep in a trench lay the boys in the grey
Their noses can’t smell, their guns are close
As they fight for old Wilhelm
Their helmets of steel and their great coats, caked in mud
A lone crow caws above the field as the mortars ring out

Far to the east, soldiers fight a beast
The one head of a two headed Eagle and the Bear
An Ancient empire, crumbling and sick, face a new one young but inexperienced
In the end, at bakhmach the eagle bested the bear
But to the west a lion and a hog faced the second eagle head

The Kaisers Fury was unholy, and soon he would bring down the british folly
And with but a swing of his hand he brought about the kaiserschlacht
A million men marched from the bears fields into the roosters meadow
And what stood in their way was two nations crippled and alone, and another sailing across the sea

I wrote this one two days ago

#freestyle

Evan Sep 2018

Mankind's Struggle

Love is like a dream
A dream is something everyone wants to have
A dream is sweeter than any candy and is the thing that makes life complete
Love is like a dream because love is only for those who fight to hold on to it, and for the strong who can hold on.

Love is like candy
Candy can be bitter or sweet, satisfying or disgusting.
Candy comes in so many shapes and flavors, it seems almost anyone can find one.
Love is like candy because it is something that you have to be kind to have, or just one with deep pockets.

Love is like pain
Pain is a pleasure for some, a hassle for others, but still needed regardless
Pain is something that you may hold onto forever in your heart, or to strengthen your shell.
Love is like Pain because it is in some lives lightly and deeper in others.Everyone has some, but only some have it in its truest form.

Love is like Sadness
Sadness comes out of nowhere and hits like a tank
Sadness is something that may stay forever or just for a while
Love is like Sadness, because both are needed, but neither are deserved.

Just more school poems, getting them out of the way now, probably gonna write an original later

#love

Evan Sep 2018

Grey

Grey is the gentle night sky on a moonlit night
A small scurrying field mouse
A soldiers greatcoat as he runs through a trench

Grey is the gentle lake in twilights sight

Grey is the color of the last heartbeat

Grey sounds like the feathers of an Owl
Without sound as it sails to its prey
Without sound it steals its last heartbeat

Grey is the sound of the gallows
The last struggle

Grey feels like soft velvet
A rabbits Fur
The feeling of sweet loves embrace

But Grey also feels like loneliness
On a rainy night, when love is needed most

Grey tastes of Rot
Of decay and death
And of the sweetest cinnamon

Grey tastes like the old ways

Grey smells like the trenches
***** and old
Filled with pride and death

Men dying for their country
So that one may be the winner of the world

I'm not british i just like the spelling grey better than gray, another school poem

#color #grey #war #trench

Evan Sep 2018

The Hearts Crusade

As the lonely walk through the Desert Plains
Their hearts sing a song of their Pains
For the Length of the eternal Night
And without an end to the Crusade in Sight

Their Hearts wither and die of Desolation
For they suffer eternal Isolation
And a Heartache spawned to those without Love
For they are what society is determined to Dispose Of.

Their souls Decayed and Hollow Inside
For they have no place for the pain to Confide
Trapped in an Eternal Darkness of Loveless Night
WIth no Heart to show theirs the Light

Trapped deep in the Darkest Dungeon and Coldest Cave
With nothing but loneliness to see them to the Grave
Stuck in an Eternal Night
No End to the Hearts Crusade in Sight.

Another poem i wrote in middle school, also won an award

#lonely #depression #love

Evan Sep 2018

Viking Raids

Thud Thud, The Boots of Warriors thunder onto the Boat.
Crash, Waves bang against the mighty longship.
Boom Boom, under the Jarls orders the drums of war sound.
Bang Bang, The mighty ships land on scottish shores.
***** *****, Viking Mail and shields clash with the Claymores of Highlanders
Bam, Bam, The chieftain and the Jarl do battle.
Bounce, the Jarl deflects the massive sword with his steel shield.
Whoosh, the Jarl has fallen to the ground, Will a sword clash with the Chieftains or does the Jarls Saga end in Valhalla.

Just a poem i wrote in school, it won an award for the best onomatopoeia poem in the class

#viking #onomatopoeia

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