I'm a shockingly young 15. I've been writing poetry since I was 9 but the thought of putting up my poetry on the internet never occurred to me until mid-September 2006 when I chanced upon this website.
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Krantol Northic Poems
Hope is the sweet, sweet scent of flowers in the morning Hope is the cool gentle breeze on a warm summer's day
Random Thoughts and Emotions
this cycle or hurt, this cycle of pain my mind says its different but my heart knows its the same I'm left helpless, cracking from stress pressure from all sides, not given a rest
Its being misunderstood, people making you out as someone you are not. Its feeling lonely, with no one to talk to. Its feeling angered, emotions boiling. Its being lost, not knowing what to do.
when the night burns into day and the sun begins to shine the promise of your love never lingering behind
Shoebox of Letters
I found my shoebox of letters and dreams sent by a friend or so it seems
Denial of love
Since when was it right for me To sit here and wish for things to be Even though I've came back to this home
Like a wolf that howls at the moonlit skies I beseech you to remove her from my eyes And remove from me the sweet madness of love As the wolf howls at the skies above.
Look at the moon Tell me, what do you see? A portal to a world where your dreams can be?
Everything is connected
Asked to describe life I said: ' the peaceful moments with the friends you meet.'
Fear The Water
Pure and clean Cool and calm Grant of life Rule the realm
Week in, Week out
There are weeks that are draining. There are weeks which are filling. And there are weeks you feel in between
The sky is dark the moments are bleak where can I find the peace I seek
The Life and Times of a Plant
And it sat there, deadly still Stuck in the darkness, against its will It tried to stretch its arms and feet But this thick darkness, it could not beat
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Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping darkness at bay
Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athelete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the love
between you and me
Hope springs eternal