Biography of Shannon Atherton
I am a 16-year-old who has been writing poetry for as long as I can remember. I write on a range of topics and I enjoy reading and analysing poetry. I have considered publishing a collection of poems but I have no idea how to go about it. I joined Poem Hunter because I think it is time to share my work with the world, and to see if it is appreciated as much as I would like it to be. I have written poems in the past for funerals of my friend's loved ones, but I am open to a range of themes. I am struggling to make my break in the world of poetry; although I am still at school, I have a lot of ambition and would like to publish poetry collections in the future.
Shannon Atherton Poems
Racism is just so wrong It makes people feel they don't belong. It doesn't matter, the colour of your skin; What's important is what lies within.
The Magical Flower
The magical flower, tall and still, Stands 4ft high upon a hill. Shining like the sun's bright face, It spreads its leaves in their rightful place.
When you were put upon this earth My mum felt she was blessed But when she lost you she found her heart Was ripped out from her chest
If I could be somebody else Other than just me I'd be the one that's popular With friends from A - Z
Growing Up: A Girl's Point Of View...
Growing up's like a shadow; It follows you everywhere. It won't go away, It'll just have to stay,
A Family Christmas
Christmas is the time of year for celebration and good cheer. A time to laugh and shout and sing, and be thankful for everything.
Feeling alone, friends stay away You spent time on your own today The sky is blue and shows how you feel Not even sure if this is real
Feeling pressured, I rack my brains searching for a solution If I say yes, I'll be in with the crew but at school I'll be facing exclusion
The Voice Of A Child
I love my mum to bits; I love my dad aswell, But there's a little secret that to no-one I can tell.
Goodbye And Hello
I'm at the end of a journey, one that I've enjoyed. My life's whizzing by so quickly - soon I'll be employed!
Love is a feeling, a knot in your throat. Love is a story, the best that they wrote. Love is so heartfelt, it fills you with tears. It only grows stronger while counting the years.
Red is the colour of anger; The colour of loss and defeat. When the sun shines down on a summer's day, Your cheeks turn red in the heat.
It seemed like a laugh, it was okay; That was the first time I used it. Now I turn against others - I've started to abuse it.
Hope Versus Hate
What comes out of hate is a negative thing What comes from hope makes me want to sing It's not always easy to love one another But try to be kind to your sister or brother
If I could be somebody else
Other than just me
I'd be the one that's popular
With friends from A - Z
I'd be the really sporty one
Who's always coming first
Or the one who's good at listening
When others are at their worst