Biography of Brandon McConnell
It all basically started during the poetry unit in my English class. Part of the assignment was to write your own poetry, which I thought would be difficult. Although, when it came down to writing, I poured my heart and mind into my poems, giving each one a lot of thought. Years later, poetry is now what I use to express myself.
Brandon McConnell Poems
Triplet coyotes From the day of their birth Desired the moon And all it was worth
What Is Poetry
What is poetry more than words Thought into existence by a writer. What is life than a mystery unspurred
One tear Feelings sincere The blue sky melts away The bright sun fades and clouds appear
From nowhere it comes And to nowhere it goes A good friend is always around
First To The Finish
Last to the kill, First to the finish. Fighting until The thoughts diminish.
Living With A Broken Heart
Living with a broken heart Breathing while I'm torn apart Revival of my spirit grant Life moves on but I just can't
Drift Me Off To Sleep
I drive My hands tremble The wheel shakes between my sweaty palms and lifeless fingers Pressure in my head builds
In awe of your beauty The allure in your eye At the touch of your hand My heart started to fly
Slaving hard each day and night To bring the world it's dark and light And aura of refulgence divine You make the sun wish it could shine
What hath a mind If it hath not a choice What hath a man If he hath not a voice
A Year And A Day
A year and a day Are all that lay Between me and My love
My Heart Lullaby
Messages in bottles Each drifting through the sea Sidle back and forth Some are bound to come to me
Louder to him than the deafening cries, Are the gunshots that pierce each man as he dies. He looks about and sees the demise, Of his once good friends and his trusted allies.
Full Of You
Closer to fainting with every thought To stay awake so hard have I fought When thinking about your immaculacy My heart is lifted; I fly; I am free
What Is Poetry
What is poetry more than words
Thought into existence by a writer.
What is life than a mystery unspurred
No explanation seeming any righter.
What is death than sad feelings blurred
Friends’ burdens becoming not lighter.