Biography of Sarah2 McMahon
Hi. My name is Sarah. I am currently 17 and I am a soon-to-be senior in high school. I was always looking for a site to get constructive criticism of my work and actually just get my work read. If you look at the source of all of my poems except one (The Fire Inside, which was written by my friend Tim) it will say 'By Me' or 'An original poem by me'. All of these poems were written by me and only me. I hope to get some comments on them someday because I want to hear what you guys think. Please don't be hesitant to say something you don't like about it! It's all things I can learn and think about while I'm writing my next poems! :) Thank you so much.
Sarah2 McMahon's Works:
I don't have any of those quite yet. :)
Sarah2 McMahon Poems
The leaves, they dance with a rhythm so light As they float down on this cool autumn night. There's not telling where they will land As they wisp through the air and flow near a band,
The blinding sun of winter, Beating on sad souls. Where snow runs deep on the ground outside, Compacting under our feet.
Once Upon A Lonely Night
I sit in my bed and look to my walls. They’re plain with a thick coat of blue. No posters of “hot guys”, no pictures at all, I stare out the window into gloom.
Wolf Of Night
Every evening I awake at the mid of night, I look to the sky and feel a rush of wind And as I look beside me, the moon reflects a sight Of a wolf that barks to the gigantic orb.
Dark eyes, dark hair And scruffy beyond repair. But I don’t care, I wonder.
The Tears Of Death
She lies there, with her face down. Floating on an endless stream Lifeless limbs, bloodless veins Had no time to scream.
It’s a mixture of happiness and sadness With a blend of reds, oranges and yellows In a ribbon of color. The blues and the greens tangle themselves within
Lyrics Of The Heart
Wherever you are, I will follow, As far as the farthest shore. Because, Baby, when I’m with you “I could not ask for more.”
But soft! What light through yonder window break? As day-by-day I feel a love so true. It has to be the sun to whom I wake, And love and smile at, all the day through.
The Fire Inside
Golden birds can't calm my soul The fire has grown too large And devours my being whol.
The Lover's Dream
His heart who has loved, is filled with delight, Though beats of remorse could ring through. The airs of the dreamer fill up the night As their dream ship sails into the blue.
The Road I Travel
With in my mind, I thought I knew That I dare not travel back, This road so dark, dim, and blue,
Sadness, it locks up my soul and shuts my world down. I sit here with an invisible crown, of clouds. When my body lies down the clouds form over me and start to rain,
The leaves, they dance with a rhythm so light
As they float down on this cool autumn night.
There's not telling where they will land
As they wisp through the air and flow near a band,
Who play their swing music after the autumn day.
They listen, they dance, now finally they lay.