Make The Change (Poem)

[Captainace$]

One of my many poems, Enjoy.

Fires of destruction, Buildings ablaze
People on street corners, wasting away their days
Bullies in the playground, picking on a kid
People beating others, just to steal a few quid
Neighbours checking in, helping each other out
Charities showing teamwork, thats what its all about
Friends chatting merrily, in the mornings sun
People saying sorry, knowing whats done is done
Only we can change the world, Unite us all once more
Make it a friendly place, where at night you can go out of the door
Stop the fighting, Stop the hate
Make that change, Instead of thinking it can wait

Another poem by me, Comments are welcome

Night time shadows creep across the floor towards your bed
Imagination working on overdrive, your eyes open wide watching the shadows with dread
Greenary in the shape of trees outside your window move their twisted braches tapping against the glass
Heart beats faster, you grip the covers until your knuckles turn white wanting night time to pass
Time ticks slowly by, fear grips you more, you shiver in fear
Many sounds are emitting now, you close your eyes tightly not wanting to know what lurks near
And when you do open your eyes, you see a black cloaked figure hover over you
Rearing up ontop of a horse, indeed the headless horseman has visited, your mind races wondering what to do
Even when you hide under your bed covers, the sounds still emit, the floorboards creaks and you scream in fright
Some hours later you awake to find that your covered in sweat, you now know that a nightmare had visited you that night

Another poem of mine, Enjoy reading it and comments are welcome.

Every harsh word that a bully speaks
Runs through my mind for years and weeks
I can never forget them nor ignore
Alone in this never ending war
Around every corner through every door
The bullies stand there haunting me more
I sheild myself as best as I can
Out of breath as I ran
Wanting this nightmare to end
Only wishing to be a friend
Not a target nor a foe
Not wanting no one to hurt me anymore

Topics & posts merged by Laurensh1 (Forum Moderator).

[Laggings]

I'm here for you man. I feel what you're saying.

[Art]

Its good but could I suggest changing;

Not a target nor a foe
Not wanting no one to hurt me anymore

to

Not a target nor a foe
Not wanting no one to hurt me no mo

[Captainace$]

Thanks for your comments, I think I'll keep this poem as it is. The only reason for not changing it is because this is one of my oldest poems and I like to compare my old poems to my newer ones to see how much i've improved.

[Laggings]

no mo

LOLLLLLLLLLL love that techno

[Captainace$]

Another three poems of mine, enjoy and comments are welcome

The old lighthouse
From the mainland an old lighthouse can be seen
Surrounding it are the seaweed covered rocks
The sea air is fresh, calming and clean
Boats bob about in the docks
The paintwork of the lighthouse is faded and pealing with age
Two of the windows in it are green with moss
Yet the lighthouse still stands when the waves lash out in rage
When the lighting flashes and thunder sounds as if its feeling cross
The lighthouse's oil lamp still remains as it was all thoose years ago
If you lit the lamp it would spark into life once more
In your mind you can see its strong beams across the sea it would glow
The best views of this old lighthouse can be seen from the shore

Across The Poppy Field
Across the poppy field as far as the eye can see
Thousands of red poppies upon the earth grow
The brave spirited soilders of the war from pain they are free
As wooden crosses stand row by row
We remember the great who fought the foes until the end
With wreaths of poppies in which we put onto the ground
Respect them, remember them, For a moment we spend
In silence without a sound
The soilders of the wars may in peace they rest
Forever and always, in a field which poppies sway too and fro
From the heroes to the great and onto the best
Across the poppy field the wooden crosses stand upright in the spring breeze, row by row

Sunrise
Midnight sky turns slowly light
Casting across the earth a golden glow
Awaken all to see the sight
Its the dawns chorus we all know
Sharp fast chirps emit to one and all
Hoping to wake them from their deep slumber
Flowing rivers, Animals great and small
Move around in a large number
Sun rises up in the everchanging sky
Showing a new day has been born
People awake, birds fly high
The sun beams both light and warm

[Laggings]

You should write a poem book pls.

[Captainace$]

Trying to get your poems into a book is hard. I've emailed publishers and agents but none are wanting to take me on.

[Laggings]

start writing the poems on associatedcontent and make a little money that way + get known.

[Captainace$]

On A Horse
On a horse I will gallop free
Where bullies cannot hurt me
On a horse I will be strong
All the bullies words are wrong
On a horse I will grin
The bullies will not win
On a horse I will smile
As the bullies wait a while
On a horse I will fight
Until the bullies move out of sight
On a horse I will cheer
As the bullies are no longer near

Imagine
In the darkness of the night
Shadows lurk in the moon light
Loud short hoots can be heard
Now you see its only an owl, a bird
Creaking sounds you can hear
Are slowly sounding very near
You imagine the worst in your head
Its only the old floorboards under your bed
A claw like shadow you shall see
Its not that spooky, its only a tree
You imagine all these sights
To become spooky giving you a fright
In the darkness of the night
Shadows lurk in the moon light
Your imagination works on over drive
Where these fearfull images thrive

Thin Old Horse
I am a thin old horse
In a dirty stable I sleep
Life was not always like this of course
They had always said I was to keep
The water I now drink
Is from a pipe that leaks
Now I can only blink
As I long to speak
I wish to ask for food
Or even for a little love
I am now so frail and cold
Giving my water bucket a little shove
A passer by notices me
And feeds me a carrot or two
I am now let free
Into a feild thats new
I am loved and cared for
Eating apples and hay
I want to ask my owner once more
Why did you leave me that day


Another three poems by me, enjoy