"annabeth" poems - Hello Poetry

Amid the Romans the seven arrive, To work something out to stop the impending war, To everyone it seemed like things were going fine, Until Leo was possessed and attacks the Roman camp, Aboard the ship they fly away, But they have no idea what will happen to them, Throughout their journey they find many clues, Except they don’t always know what to do, Till Annabeth discovers that she needs to leave the group, Against her will Annabeth heads out on her solo quest, Throughout her journey she faces many hardships, Over Tartarus is where she ends up, After Annabeth is finally found by the rest of the seven, Inside Arachne’s web-filled cave, Upon the long lost Athena Parthenos, Above Annabeth is the Argo II, Against their luck the ground is questionably stable, Toward Tartarus Percy and Annabeth fall, Down they fall for what seems like days, Into the place where the monsters lay.

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC

claire-smithcf

The Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena

Amid the Romans the seven arrive, To work something out to stop the impending war, To everyone it seemed like things were going fine, Until Leo was possessed and attacks the Roman camp, Aboard the ship they fly away, But they have no idea what will happen to them, Throughout their journey they find many clues, Except they don’t always know what to do, Till Annabeth discovers that she needs to leave the group, Against her will Annabeth heads out on her solo quest, Throughout her journey she faces many hardships, Over Tartarus is where she ends up, After Annabeth is finally found by the rest of the seven, Inside Arachne’s web-filled cave, Upon the long lost Athena Parthenos, Above Annabeth is the Argo II, Against their luck the ground is questionably stable, Toward Tartarus Percy and Annabeth fall, Down they fall for what seems like days, Into the place where the monsters lay.

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Slowly breaking its spine Looking at that new front Seeing the beauty within the title The cover can give you an idea of the adventure you are about to take Be ready to get attached to either the protagonist or the antagonist You could even get attached to one of the secondary character Holding that new book You could smell the pages are still in that fresh new book Once you start the book, you know you can’t put it down One more page One more chapter Until you realize that you just finished your book This adventure takes you to different universes Different countries Teaches you new languages Don’t know how to speak Spanish, well I guess it’s time to learn for this chapter Falling in love with the relationships within the book Using the characteristics to finding your next person Teachers used to tell us “reading is fundamental” I will give them that Reading became fun for me The adventures I have gone on from reading has been the best I got a letter to Hogwarts from reading Harry Potter series Became a shadowhunter thanks to the Mortal Instruments series I fought in the hunger games with Katniss Stayed on team Jacob in the Twilight saga Went to Camp Half-Blood with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase And many more to add to that list Reading has helped me escape that scary thing called Reality

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Jun 6, 2019

Jun 6, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC

lexisnow23

Adventures Await

Slowly breaking its spine Looking at that new front Seeing the beauty within the title The cover can give you an idea of the adventure you are about to take Be ready to get attached to either the protagonist or the antagonist You could even get attached to one of the secondary character Holding that new book You could smell the pages are still in that fresh new book Once you start the book, you know you can’t put it down One more page One more chapter Until you realize that you just finished your book This adventure takes you to different universes Different countries Teaches you new languages Don’t know how to speak Spanish, well I guess it’s time to learn for this chapter Falling in love with the relationships within the book Using the characteristics to finding your next person Teachers used to tell us “reading is fundamental” I will give them that Reading became fun for me The adventures I have gone on from reading has been the best I got a letter to Hogwarts from reading Harry Potter series Became a shadowhunter thanks to the Mortal Instruments series I fought in the hunger games with Katniss Stayed on team Jacob in the Twilight saga Went to Camp Half-Blood with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase And many more to add to that list Reading has helped me escape that scary thing called Reality

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Dear Beloved Annabeth 14-07-1889 *I remember the day thee entered my splendid, unaccompanied realm Thou awaited me outside the prestigious castle~porch Casually leaned by the fence that was whorled around by pure green stalks and fluttering light pink petals... Mmm the scent of daisies. I was stunned by your presence in my oh so tedious existence Dear me, thére thou stood in a maroon silk gown with a divine floral print* How could I not get to know thee? *My life~guardians where not much liking the thought of me becoming involved with residents at the vicinity of high repute, I lived in But thou knew me ~ thou knew me too well ~ I felt so marooned We had to, we had to become companions ~ without a friendship I would not feel alive Thou were the only one to make me feel enthusiastic* Ever since I met thee, I kept asking myself; "how was I ever so fortunate to meet such a queen?" You are my Reign Yours sincerely

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC

Sophia1995

Reign ♚

Dear Beloved Annabeth 14-07-1889 *I remember the day thee entered my splendid, unaccompanied realm Thou awaited me outside the prestigious castle~porch Casually leaned by the fence that was whorled around by pure green stalks and fluttering light pink petals... Mmm the scent of daisies. I was stunned by your presence in my oh so tedious existence Dear me, thére thou stood in a maroon silk gown with a divine floral print* How could I not get to know thee? *My life~guardians where not much liking the thought of me becoming involved with residents at the vicinity of high repute, I lived in But thou knew me ~ thou knew me too well ~ I felt so marooned We had to, we had to become companions ~ without a friendship I would not feel alive Thou were the only one to make me feel enthusiastic* Ever since I met thee, I kept asking myself; "how was I ever so fortunate to meet such a queen?" You are my Reign Yours sincerely

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“But Eve… Different isn’t always a good thing.” Said Annabeth, oblivious, in a state of self-loathing, At first, Eve was silent, basking, shocked of how this lively girl just spoke not so lively. But then… “Different is always a good thing. In the simplicity of society, where each and every body is demanded to be the same, where everyone aspires towards fitting in with the standards shoved into their faces, and where those who stray from this very path are labeled as outcasts, change is a good thing. In fact, change, the metamorphosis of the very nature of this world, is needed. Without it, everyone would not even know that they are following the direction in which our community persuades. In fashion, you are not. Astray from the normal, you are. But do not ever think of this as a terrible thing. You, with your skinny frame, blatant display of ribs and bones, bloodshot eyes, pale skin and the miniscule amount of hair on your head, though may not be perceived as something normal, are more than what they are- those who label you as such. Do not listen to those who tell you that you are sick and do not belong in this world anymore. You are not sick because of that, but because God willed it. In all his Glory, he willed you to be sick and come to him quicker than anyone would have thought. That, my dear, makes you special. Different, a definition of it is to not be like another person, and life, my precious Anna, would completely miserable and uninteresting, you see, if there were to be a world of sameness. A personal hell, I would call it, a wormhole of insanity. So, Annabell… Different, as you and every other person on this Earth is, is actually a phenomenal thing. A phenomenal thing indeed…”

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC

ThoughtsOfAnOutcast

Different is actually good.

“But Eve… Different isn’t always a good thing.” Said Annabeth, oblivious, in a state of self-loathing, At first, Eve was silent, basking, shocked of how this lively girl just spoke not so lively. But then… “Different is always a good thing. In the simplicity of society, where each and every body is demanded to be the same, where everyone aspires towards fitting in with the standards shoved into their faces, and where those who stray from this very path are labeled as outcasts, change is a good thing. In fact, change, the metamorphosis of the very nature of this world, is needed. Without it, everyone would not even know that they are following the direction in which our community persuades. In fashion, you are not. Astray from the normal, you are. But do not ever think of this as a terrible thing. You, with your skinny frame, blatant display of ribs and bones, bloodshot eyes, pale skin and the miniscule amount of hair on your head, though may not be perceived as something normal, are more than what they are- those who label you as such. Do not listen to those who tell you that you are sick and do not belong in this world anymore. You are not sick because of that, but because God willed it. In all his Glory, he willed you to be sick and come to him quicker than anyone would have thought. That, my dear, makes you special. Different, a definition of it is to not be like another person, and life, my precious Anna, would completely miserable and uninteresting, you see, if there were to be a world of sameness. A personal hell, I would call it, a wormhole of insanity. So, Annabell… Different, as you and every other person on this Earth is, is actually a phenomenal thing. A phenomenal thing indeed…”

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The lights flashed In the dreary hallway Through the keyhole, he watched her run His hands were red as his eyes The room maid heard everything From shots to running steps Oh, Annabeth What did he do with you She was caught in a nightmare And for that there was no escape Bunny trap in hotel bed sheets We all heard he screaming to hell He wanted her back But he made a colossal mistake She didn't reach the hotel front door Oh, Annabeth.

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Sep 13, 2019

Sep 13, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC

mistontheriver

Oh, Annabeth

The lights flashed In the dreary hallway Through the keyhole, he watched her run His hands were red as his eyes The room maid heard everything From shots to running steps Oh, Annabeth What did he do with you She was caught in a nightmare And for that there was no escape Bunny trap in hotel bed sheets We all heard he screaming to hell He wanted her back But he made a colossal mistake She didn't reach the hotel front door Oh, Annabeth.

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It was dark outside, Loud rain drops tampered on my window, Smell of wet soil hit the air. I was sitting in my window and my mind swirled in the fictional world. I could see Harry on his broom, And Will, Tessa and Jem sitting together. Charlie was again writing his diary, And Jane was reading a book. Sherlock and Dr. Watson were chasing a culprit While avengers were saving the world. Lucy with her siblings was ruling the Narnia While Fred and George were pranking the other students. I could see Alice wandering in wonderland, And I could also see Naomi with the three musketeers arguing. I could hear Grover playing his pipes, And Percy and Annabeth were kissing. Then the rain stopped abruptly, Bringing me back to the real world, Leaving me in a state of melancholy.

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Apr 6, 2018

Apr 6, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC

lakshita-kaswan

Rain

It was dark outside, Loud rain drops tampered on my window, Smell of wet soil hit the air. I was sitting in my window and my mind swirled in the fictional world. I could see Harry on his broom, And Will, Tessa and Jem sitting together. Charlie was again writing his diary, And Jane was reading a book. Sherlock and Dr. Watson were chasing a culprit While avengers were saving the world. Lucy with her siblings was ruling the Narnia While Fred and George were pranking the other students. I could see Alice wandering in wonderland, And I could also see Naomi with the three musketeers arguing. I could hear Grover playing his pipes, And Percy and Annabeth were kissing. Then the rain stopped abruptly, Bringing me back to the real world, Leaving me in a state of melancholy.

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Upon the midnight sky lies a bright star. The gleam creating my perfect contour along The marble headstone like a perfectly placed scar. Meshing into the headstone, I felt like I belonged. The strong stone resisting it's wear, But my tears broke into the cracks Making death's mark fill with air As the elixir of life delved deep into evil's lair. I longed for your hand to protrude from the darkness, To graze the hollows of my face The sweet poisonous aroma and paleness Of decay makes me long for your embrace Six feet under before your immaculate glass coffin, Our bodies are under pressure; my kisses fading. Thy lips growing whiter with rejection. Ice piercing my hear, and affection degrading. My skin fragile as porcelain and translucent with death. My tears glistening in the darkness on your skin. My blood reviving your wounds my dearest Annabeth. My cries muffled by the punishment of sin. I prayed for your breath to again leave shivers upon my neck. But, I've killed you once before. Now, my coffin has been made, and I laid to rest.

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Mar 7, 2025

Mar 7, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC

tansc

Dearest

Upon the midnight sky lies a bright star. The gleam creating my perfect contour along The marble headstone like a perfectly placed scar. Meshing into the headstone, I felt like I belonged. The strong stone resisting it's wear, But my tears broke into the cracks Making death's mark fill with air As the elixir of life delved deep into evil's lair. I longed for your hand to protrude from the darkness, To graze the hollows of my face The sweet poisonous aroma and paleness Of decay makes me long for your embrace Six feet under before your immaculate glass coffin, Our bodies are under pressure; my kisses fading. Thy lips growing whiter with rejection. Ice piercing my hear, and affection degrading. My skin fragile as porcelain and translucent with death. My tears glistening in the darkness on your skin. My blood reviving your wounds my dearest Annabeth. My cries muffled by the punishment of sin. I prayed for your breath to again leave shivers upon my neck. But, I've killed you once before. Now, my coffin has been made, and I laid to rest.

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