Biography of Dillon Crawford
I am just a guy writing to survive. My words tend to come out raw, and as such I will rarely edit a poem. What you read is what is emanating from my soul. These are the emotions and the feelings I have.
Dillon Crawford Poems
Sorrow; A pain you never forget. Sorrow; Life's true regret.
Leave me be
Sorrow, sorrow why must you take me so Why have you left me in such a big hole Sorrow, sorrow when will you leave my soul And let me finally breath so
The Black Man
Ive seen so many thing about racism on the T.V and in the newspaper, I thought I would write about it. This is the poem that flowed so freely from my hands I walk down the street There is no one I can meet
Happy fathers Day
A father and a son, Never so close,
At Hiroshima's rock
I had to do a project on Hiroshima for school and I came across a poem about helping the victims at Hiroshima. That one poem inspired me to go and write this about a victim of Hiroshima. P.S. For those of you who don't know the Enola gay was the plane that bombed Hiroshima In solitude I walk
Everyone be screaming about their dream, Dream of peace, dream of freedom Well I say f*** that sh*t, For this sh*t is coming now.
My loving father
Where have you gone? And why have you left? You may argue That you are still here
As you may notice I took the last line from my Mentor Bob Marley. Perseverance What would you run for?
My limerick does not have a rhyme But I shall make one in due time It could be about a bat Who once ate a cat.
The Point of Life?
What is the good of life, when all it does is hurt. It has set hatred upon me, a hatred that cannot be broken.
Ode to V
We march with pride, For what is right We face the whole English might But it was all worth it for that wonderful night
You thought you had it all The friends, the money There wasn’t anything you couldn’t have
My army of words
I know not of the word of moderation For when I start it will take up my full duration. For I am as strong as my army 1000 man strong yet as quietly
That Pitch Black Night
I sometimes wander alone at night under those glowing stars. The world seems at peace, the sky might seem pitch black
The Ways of Life
It could be big
Or it could, just turn you down
But what do you do when life turns sour?
Some would say to stay bright
But how would they know what is right?
Make the best of it your told
But what can you do?
What if there is no bright side