I've always loved poems; ever since I can remember at least. When I was younger, I was in love with Shel Silverstein's poem books, or anything like them. Now I've found that I'm attracted to poems that stir my emotions. Anything that makes me cry or laugh is a great poem in my opinion.
I began writing poems in 7th grade in English. I eventually learned to love it, and everyone told me that my poems were good. Most of my best poems seemed to be the ones I was assigned, but I gradually started writing on my own, and I became a poet. I started bringing notebooks into the car and in my bags and backpacks so many times that the backs kept breaking! I tried a few novels, but most of ... more »
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Julianna O'Bar Poems
What is Misfortune?
Misfortune is… A goal unaccomplished, A challenge unmet, A dream never realized.
Do You Doubt?
Do you doubt the radiance of the sun when it sets behind a mountain? Do you doubt the beauty of the stars when they're hidden behind a cloud?
If you Really, Truly Love Me
If you really, truly love me, Will you answer just one thing? What is it that you claim you see? What's the joy I could bring?
We Write On
We've been scolded, scorned, warned, Yet, still, we write on. We've been beaten, whipped, tortured,
The Light at the End
She is standing at the mouth of a tunnel. Behind her is light and comfort Before her is darkness and uncertainty. Peering into the gloom gives her
If I had a word that described you it would be more beautiful than any yet spoken. It would fill the hearts of any who heard it with endless joy and happiness.
A Winter's Day
A winter's day is what you make of it. The clouds above could be a comfort Or a prison. The trees could be beautiful
Entering the Cursed Dwarf Mountain
If you wish to enter here, You must give a single tear. Only innocence can pass, To free us from this spell at last.
The Sky, the Sun, and the Stars
Young love is like the sun, and the lover's heart, the sky. The morning is slow and timid, the first rays of sunshine that creep to the horizon
Who Are You?
Who are you? A phantom? A demon? A hallucination?
I'm empty. There's nothing left. No thoughts, No words,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
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What is Misfortune?
A goal unaccomplished,
A challenge unmet,
A dream never realized.
Misfortune is disappointment.
A mother never there,
A father never known,
A love never found.
Misfortune is heartbreak.
A child abandoned,
An animal unloved,
A family hungry.
Misfortune is despair.
A country divided,
A nation torn,
A world in pieces.
Misfortune is history.