Biography of A.J. Ryan
Hi, this is A.J. Ryan here. Although I am very young and am not quite strong when it circles around literature and art, poetry is a pastime that I really enjoy, and helps me escape the average, mundane life that I live. I hope you have the chance to read what I have to offer (if I have anything to offer!) and would appreciate your opinions on my work.
A.J. Ryan Poems
On A Snowy Winter Day
The silence was so startling As I walked on a snowy winter day. The owl in his tree hooted partly, But that was all nature had to say.
Lies Of Being Gay
Ever down, feeling out and astray, As you've been picked on by 6? Ever done stuff your own way, And they give you stick,
Goal Of My Life
I look around, my head is rotating. I stop to catch my breath. My heart is racing. The crowd are swinging and jumping around, Making the match a party in town.
Dedication To A Teacher Of Mine
We all shudder inside As we see death in her cold eyes. With her sharp dagger tongue, The buzzing flies stay young
My Summer Feeling
It was a warm summer, and I was Laying lazily in the thick green grass With the bees buzzing The crickets clicking
That Fire On A Winter Night
Oh that fire on a winter night... The hands swish and sway Up the chimney, but leave behind The heat of it, caressing
Look at my shelf, The dusty shelf. All on it belongs to me, Nobody else.
The clouds drank too much water, Now his bladder's about to burst. There isn't a damn toilet, So the world below fears the worst.
Jason My Son My Only Son
Now A Reality
I see pitch black, and then blue, The blue of a clear tropical sky, Partnered with wispy clouds And the sun smiling down, towering above me.
I just want a change in life, An everlasting treat, To take the heavy weight Off my hard-working parents' feet.
One Day California
The nature blossoms boastfully Like a vivid, colourful flower. The evergreen trees stand rigidly over me Like they're green and brown towers.
Liquid To Fall
I'm sitting on a hard wooden deck chair, Sitting under the clear-blue sky And the loner clouds. I can feel and I can even see the radiation
When a child is lonely as the moon And looking for a friend, Let the violins play, let the violins play.
I was eight and at the graveyard.
I missed a day of school,
But that was a small star
In a dark night sky.
All was wearing black,
It matched the leaking water tanks in the sky.
Along with the descending coffin
Dropped our heads and our moods.