Biography of John Salome
John Salomé,17, Canada
John Salome Poems
No matter how far you’ve gone, Or how fast you go. No matter how high you get, Or even how low.
The Cry Of The Hunters
I gripped the Earth, Legs were burning. My head was spinning, Or the world was turning.
Before I Met You
Before I met you, I thought I was happy, And I was, But that was before I felt
Everyone needs to go camping, For at least a night or two. Take a hike. go swimming, and enjoy the outdoors, There are a lot of things to do.
The beast’s cry, laughs of his pain, We wonder why, he won’t refrain. For one who’s blinded, bitter wealth, If love is sickness, what is health?
Some say it's truth, while some say it's purity, Few may say strength, whilst others say certainty. Though in the end we might never agree, Forgiveness must be,
Rain, Rain, Go Away
You’re wet, you’re cold, You’re kinda gloomy. I jumped for cover, Inside my roomy.
Head Over Heels
Kiss me clean of my worries, My problems, my fears. Kiss me right now, And I’ll hold back my tears.
Write Me A Poem
Write me a poem, A poem for me. Write me the truth, One, others can’t see.
Make Your Stance
“It’s stupid”, said pride, “It’s pointless”, said reason. “Too risky”, said experience. “To do this is treason”.
Who wakes up every morning, With the feeling of regret? Who gets up with a smirk, But their smile, they forget?
If You Need Me
If you need me, I'll be in space. Abolished from the human race, An alien, without a place,
Tonight We Are Astronauts
Tonight we are astronauts, Drifting far astray. Not a place to go, - Nor a place to stay.
Make Your Stance
“It’s stupid”, said pride,
“It’s pointless”, said reason.
“Too risky”, said experience.
“To do this is treason”.
Now why do these words,
Ever threaten our brain.
When originality hits us,
As hard as a train.