My Greatest Fear
My greatest fear is not of flying,
spiders or darkness,
or even dying.
Darkness is undaunting,
but I am not afraid,
not even of the Sun,
when I have no shade.
I laugh in the face of danger,
I roar at mighty beasts
and though I’m not afraid of these things,
there is one,
that terrifies me.
My greatest fear
is of the greatest evils,
that dwell on the Earth.
Its capable of unbelievable deeds,
whose scheming has no dearth.
Every day it wakes to kill,
just the thought leaves me with a deathly chill.
Not beast, nor disease
or even the government's mighty hand.
My greatest fear,
Is of the minds of man.
Pablo Neruda is a famous poet, and is well known for the odes he writes. It makes anything, seem beautiful. His works have inspired this original poem I wrote, titled “Ode to My Pen”
Ode to My Pen
Taken for granted,
this scepter of words,
giving unbelievable power to everyday nerds.
The scratching on paper,
As ink flows from the tip
Even though it may smudge and drip.
It aids in me writing eloquent essays,
auspicious speeches, aesthetic poetry,
and poignant stories, worthy of praise.
Leaving a reminder of words past
on my little digit.
Write a reminder on my forearm,
sketch art on my friend.
This is an ode,
To my ink pen.
This is another assignment we were given in class; choose a picture and write a poem about it. The catch, write it in ten minutes. The picture I choose was of a blindfolded girl, reaching out in front of her. The original poem I wrote was about being blinded by peer pressure, but still choosing to do the right thing.
Do the Right Thing
Her vision is clouded,
She cannot see,
Her friends tell her,
“I’m doing it, come do it with me.”
The loud noises,
Laughing, yelling, crying
It’s all so confusing.
Still she must reach through it all,
But is she really trying?
Do the right thing,
Isn’t as easy as it seems,
But you can’t wait for an angel
Or the tunnel light that gleams.
Don’t ask for help
Take of the blindfold,
And do the right thing.
In class we were given a partner to interview, to find out a life changing event that they have experienced. The assignment itself was a bit life changing, by opening up to someone you hardly knew or trusted. This is the original poem I wrote about my partner, who is (unfortunately) allergic to apples.
Just One Bite
It snickers as it slithers,
landing like a stone
in the pit of your gut.
Its so sweet, so juicy, so delicious-
but-
The danger,
that follows after just one bite,
fighting for survival with all of your might.
You want to scream,
but your tongue has grown,
you want to breathe,
but your throat is closed.
Just one bite,
of the forbidden fruit,
the fruit that is held in the witch’s hand.
Just one bite,
and the poison seeps.
Just one bite,
and the sleeping beauty sleeps.
This poem, entitled ‘Hunting Horns’ by Apollinaire, is about his love that he shares with a woman. I think that the woman he loves may be engaged to another man, (Thomas de Quincy) and one of the lovers poisoned him so that they could be together.
Hunting Horns
Our past is as noble and as tragic
As the mask of a tyrant
No tale of danger or of magic
Nothing so insignificant
Describes the pathos of our love
And Thomas de Quincy drinking his
Sweet and chaste and poisoned glass
Dreaming went to see his Ann
Let us since all passes pass
I shall look back only too often
Memories are hunting horns
Whose sound dies among the wind.
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