Biography of Julianna O'Bar
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 them didn't really work out. I'm working on one currently, and it looks like I may actually finish this one!
I've also had a fierce passion for music. I'm in the school girl's choir and marching/concert band. However, my writing talents have never transfered over to my music talents. For some reason, I could never make the right words come out when trying to write some lyrics, and I could never make the right notes come out when trying to make a melody. I guess my strong points are poetry and playing someone else's music.
And I really love Snoopy (if you couldn't tell already) !
I'm only an ameteur poet. I've got a lot to learn, so I'd appreciate any advice that you could give me (trust me, it's not going to kill me if you give me a polite suggestion (- ;) .
By the way, most of my poems are on my Tallenge.com profile. Please look me up and vote on them! Thank you!
Julianna O'Bar Poems
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?
What is Misfortune?
Misfortune is… A goal unaccomplished, A challenge unmet, A dream never realized.
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,
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,
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
The piled snow could be a blanket
Or a trap.
The ice could be an attraction
Or a hazard.