English Poetry Project
We had to compose a minimum of 8 original poems and submit at least 5 of them to poetry contest or anthology. Here is the prove that I've submitted my poems:
I had submitted "Summer's Rain" to the Imagine's Creative Minds Poetry contest and...
a collection of 5 original poems to The New Yorker.
My Poems:
Summer’s Rain
Oh summer’s rain
Flood the great dome with your gray
And shield me from the sun’s condemning gaze
Pelt down, summer’s rain
let your warm ichor soak through my vein
And wash away the winter’s vain
Come, come!. Barrage of drenching pallets
Flood the pavement to a river roaring
And overwhelm the glacial streams flowing
Let it cut through the bending fields
Take away the cones from the mud
And bring life to the iris bud
Let the symphony of the shivering leaves
Drown out the frosty breeze
And oppress the harrowing screech
Let your vigorous power enlighten me:
The blinding lighting that replaces the sun
And booming thunder that shakes the heaven
Let your holy water wake me from my slumber
And give me the life that you gave
To the buzzing plains of green
Childhood
In this white field my childhood lays,
So empty, full of wasted dream.
It calls to me: please stay!
While dazed, I row upstream.
“I’m not the same again, my friend.
I will be blown away, goodbye,
the time we spent will end”
I row, toward the sky.
I'm fading, dragged, the flow pushed on.
He thought I'll beat the vile, corrupting fates.
“He surely won't be gone.”
Alone, my childhood waits
Poem Writing
There Once was a boy writing poems and sighing
Brain hurting, he sat slowly dying
He searched for easy poems
He found limerick poems
And now limerick form he is writing
Warning to Those Who Lie
Those lend their pride to nothing, behold my friends,
You show, your viper’s tongue, that speaks of false,
your lores, so full of lies with word that bends,
That throw away your face in one wrong valse.
Your mouth will speak of nothing withdeceivee
Your heart, blaze black, will never shine again
Your soul will weep, it knows the pain you will receive
From truth, you stray, from virtue you abstain
Let not your words guide you, but actions proof
Speak not false lies but speak the words of truth
Don't let your phrase be full of silly goof
That twist, distort then bend and fold your youth
Deceiving Wild dreams and ego will never yield
The lasting truth will always be revealed
Perfection
Is it perfection?
If something is symmetrical on all sides?
Or
If there’s no boulder’s that we have to climb over
No storms, just a clear sky above the sail
And a cool breeze that carries our dreams
Or
If we are accomplished
Good grades, high IQ
And a successful career
that can be boasted by many rewards
Or
If we are loved,
by dedicated parents and caring siblings.
By friends that are always there.
There are people who value our existence
and one who’ll give us his or her soul
Or
Is it just happiness we seek?
If it is…
Why is the pass of seeking it full of thorns and greed
Full of hatred, destruction, remorse, suffering…
Massacres born from evil dreams
And plenty of failed dictatorships...
Why is the road of seeking it crisscrossed with wounded bodies...
Some dead jumping down from their egos
Others shriveled, weeping from their pain
As their soul turn more grey and grey...
Is perfection really what we seek?
My Dad
My dad is a giant
Who’s shadow drag across the continent.
Drowning my existence in its dark, vast sea
My dad is a mountain
One that i can not scale
and looms forever above my sight.
My dad is a dictatorship
Which rules supreme
with martial laws that keeps me in.
My dad is a statue
Full of fame and glory
and remembered throughout history.
My dad is a saint
Who guide me through the passage
and cleanse me of my deepest sins.
My dad is revolution
Unyielding with it dedication
and always supporting me
My dad is only human
Sometimes cold and rigid,
but unwavering with his affection
Sunset
As the red dips down across the horizon
as gentle as baptizing a baby,
flood in the colors
A tone so rich,
than Van Gogh’s palette
it is greater by far.
As if a white swan cut across a green lake,
tainting it with traces of mud and gray.
As if the deepest seas,
is blemished by a stream of blood
Lower the red dot lays.
Making the mountain join with the sky
now turning dark.
adieu, our light
Rest well in the night
and let you opening scene
be as great as your finale.
Shining Light
In our timid flight
We’ll always find this shining light
That lead our soul through
