Biography of Dang Xiong
My name is Dang Xiong and most of my poems are about nearly anything I like. My poems are usually about nature though, I write Haikus too but I don't really put them on here. I went to about 3 elementary schools, World Cultures Magnet School, Pike Lake, and Valentine Hills. I reunited with some of my friends from Pike Lake at my middle school, Highview, me and most of my elementary school friends were separated in 5th grade because Pike Lake had 'shut down.' I went to Magnet School from K-1/2 of 1st grade, then Pike Lake 2-4, and Valentines Hill grade 5. I went to Highview Middle for 3 years and Irondale High School for 1 year, I am currently at Park Senior High School. All of my friends are special to me and they are each unique and special in their own ways. I am glad to have met all the people that I know because each and every one of them are the people who shaped me to be who I am today. I started writing poems in 7th grade, I got my encouragement from my teacher Mrs. Haqq. I don't know about my future plans yet and what I want for my future job.
Dang Xiong Poems
Friendship, not really something you can buy; But more like something you must earn, Friendships you buy, tend to not last long, Unlike friendships you earn, that could last a lifetime.
The truth may hurt, or will it heal? You may be left in the dirt, but a burden you won't feel.
The night sky, silent, pitch black; Soon followed by the sounds of crackling and popping like a fire, Then, you look up to see, colors glimmering in splashes in the sky, Fireworks, like rainbows in the night sky.
Greed, a greater impact than giving, sure you can give everything away. But someone may be lying, greed and giving will always stay.
The sun rises and so do you A reminder of who you are too and of those special in this life and then you notice the knife
The leaves blow in the wind; The waves crash on the shore, Animals, lazy from the hunt, That is the way of nature.
The One I Love
I look out my window at the night sky, it was beautiful with the countless stars patched across the sky of the night. All that beauty but I could only think of you, the one who's more lovely then that beautiful sight.
Dreams, Dreams of the future. They're sort of like light beams that are filled with hope
Believe in yourself, for that's where it starts. Don't give in to the pressure, for it'll destroy your life's parts.
Taken For Granted
The forests, one by one, they disappear; Tree by tree falling down, The roar of chainsaws against tree trunks, The forests, taken for granted.
A Helping Hand
The Sun, it showers us in hope and light. The Stars, they shine for us in the night. The heat, it gives us warmth and dryness; As the air gives us our liveliness.
The leaves blow in the wind;
The waves crash on the shore,
Animals, lazy from the hunt,
That is the way of nature.
The croak of frogs, the chirps of birds;
Worn out paths and new-built roads,
The ruins worn out through the years, newly built cities of our time,
Nature, this is its way.