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An Empty Street
An Empty Street
2021 Poem
2021 Poem
The night sings its sweet, sweet song.I walk down an empty street as the melodies prolong.The air is chilly as the cool weather rolls in,And only here can you see the scene begin.
Rain dots the sidewalk in the silent alley,And I dream long and hard for a great finale.For I am only a simple man on a quest.To concur the valley of imagination no less!
But man can only dream,Of such a place of joy.Though it’s not as it may seem,As the dream is only a decoy.
But I should stop dreaming,And start on my way home.My house is withered,Even so much turned to stone.
Covered in moss, grass, and withered wood galore.The windows are broken glass, just like the floor.Fallen to bits, pieces, for someone so poor.But you haven’t yet seen what lies behind the door.
Crossing the street in the darkness,A screech of rubber to cement shatters the rain.I turn my head to address,What I can assume are tires against the terrain.
Blinding lights blur through the raindrops, as time slows down.It’s hard to even grasp something so profound.It takes one blink before a collision commends.The pain is far too intense for my consciousness to comprehend.
My chest burns with a cavity so compressed,And I can feel my ribs turn to dust in my chest.My body turns to jelly without even a flinch,As I fly over the vehicle with a searing pinch.
Disgusting red liquid flies in the air,As I’m being hoisted over the automobile.The pain is something I cannot share,For it is so much for one man to bear.
The pavement moves to me at an abnormal speed,And it's saddening to see how much a man can bleed.Then everything turns dark like shadows in the night.For I can, at last, finally see the light..
Rain dots the sidewalk in the silent alley,And I dream long and hard for a great finale.For I am only a simple man on a quest.To concur the valley of imagination no less!
But man can only dream,Of such a place of joy.Though it’s not as it may seem,As the dream is only a decoy.
But I should stop dreaming,And start on my way home.My house is withered,Even so much turned to stone.
Covered in moss, grass, and withered wood galore.The windows are broken glass, just like the floor.Fallen to bits, pieces, for someone so poor.But you haven’t yet seen what lies behind the door.
Crossing the street in the darkness,A screech of rubber to cement shatters the rain.I turn my head to address,What I can assume are tires against the terrain.
Blinding lights blur through the raindrops, as time slows down.It’s hard to even grasp something so profound.It takes one blink before a collision commends.The pain is far too intense for my consciousness to comprehend.
My chest burns with a cavity so compressed,And I can feel my ribs turn to dust in my chest.My body turns to jelly without even a flinch,As I fly over the vehicle with a searing pinch.
Disgusting red liquid flies in the air,As I’m being hoisted over the automobile.The pain is something I cannot share,For it is so much for one man to bear.
The pavement moves to me at an abnormal speed,And it's saddening to see how much a man can bleed.Then everything turns dark like shadows in the night.For I can, at last, finally see the light..
🛈 Poem Info
Date Written: Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Rhyme Scheme: AABB, ABAB, ABCB, AAAA
Stanzas: 10
Lines: 40
Word Count: 330
Reason for Writing: I wrote this for a Planet Minecraft poetry contest. I was feeling kinda down.
Description: This poem describes the story of a poor man walking home in the middle of the night, dreaming about his future. However, as he crosses the street, lost in thought, he gets struck by a car, resulting in a tragic end to his life.
Trapped in Digital Desolation
Trapped in Digital Desolation
2025 Poem
2025 Poem
My throat fills with bile,While my mind fills with rage.It makes me feel hostile.I’m trapped in this cage.
I’m not good enough,And I’ll never be.I’m done with this stuff.Will I ever be free?
I just want to die.We’re all here to suffer.Everything is a lie,As we hate one another.
I’m all alone.My friends are fake.I’ve only grown,To dread every mistake.
All I do is compare,Just look at the numbers.No, it’s not fair!Mine’s better than others!
It’s an endless pit,Of scrolling despair.We’re afraid to admit,That followers don’t care.
Social media is Hell,A reminder of what we gave.From what I can tell,R.I.P. has been engraved.
I’m not good enough,And I’ll never be.I’m done with this stuff.Will I ever be free?
I just want to die.We’re all here to suffer.Everything is a lie,As we hate one another.
I’m all alone.My friends are fake.I’ve only grown,To dread every mistake.
All I do is compare,Just look at the numbers.No, it’s not fair!Mine’s better than others!
It’s an endless pit,Of scrolling despair.We’re afraid to admit,That followers don’t care.
Social media is Hell,A reminder of what we gave.From what I can tell,R.I.P. has been engraved.
🛈 Poem Info
Date Written: Monday, April 14, 2025
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB
Stanzas: 7
Lines: 28
Word Count: 124
Reason for Writing: This poem was about my feelings toward social media, written for Mental Health Class.
Description: This poem reflects the author's perspective on social media, portraying it as a cage of endless scrolling. They express feelings of hostility, envy, anxiety, disgust, and depression, realizing that interactions between people are superficial and devoid of genuine care. The pursuit of fame and clout overshadows any true connection. Ultimately, the author concludes that social media resembles Hell, having a detrimental impact on everyone involved.
Duality of a Hero-Villain
Duality of a Hero-Villain
2025 Poem
2025 Poem
A villain’s soul,A hero's sigh.Behind the truth,I always lie.
Afraid of my own shadow,Yet I bravely stand.To shield the helpless,With a trembling hand.
I stand for peace,Yet I crave control,A frozen fire,Burning in my soul.
I long for the power,To shape and command.To rule this world,With an iron hand.
I’ve got a Devil’s grin,With a Saint’s disguise.Heaven and Hell,Collide in my eyes.
A coin I am,With faces two.Condemned to be,Both false and true.
Am I their savior?Born from grace?Or just a coward,Living in this place?
An anomaly,A tangled thread.I yearn to heal,Yet want them dead.
I crave the solace,That a hero knows.But wicked whispers,In my spirit grows.
Fractured wholeness,Tearing me apart.A good-bad person,With a broken heart.
I wish I had mercy,But I’m sick inside.Can’t cage the sin,That I provide.
The paradox I am,A soul in strife.A hero-villain,Clinging on to life.
This fractured self,A puzzle to untwine.A battle fought,Where good and evil align.
A hero's curse,A villain's grace.Lost in the mirror,Finding my place.
Afraid of my own shadow,Yet I bravely stand.To shield the helpless,With a trembling hand.
I stand for peace,Yet I crave control,A frozen fire,Burning in my soul.
I long for the power,To shape and command.To rule this world,With an iron hand.
I’ve got a Devil’s grin,With a Saint’s disguise.Heaven and Hell,Collide in my eyes.
A coin I am,With faces two.Condemned to be,Both false and true.
Am I their savior?Born from grace?Or just a coward,Living in this place?
An anomaly,A tangled thread.I yearn to heal,Yet want them dead.
I crave the solace,That a hero knows.But wicked whispers,In my spirit grows.
Fractured wholeness,Tearing me apart.A good-bad person,With a broken heart.
I wish I had mercy,But I’m sick inside.Can’t cage the sin,That I provide.
The paradox I am,A soul in strife.A hero-villain,Clinging on to life.
This fractured self,A puzzle to untwine.A battle fought,Where good and evil align.
A hero's curse,A villain's grace.Lost in the mirror,Finding my place.
🛈 Poem Info
Date Written: Sunday, April 27, 2025
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB, ABAB
Stanzas: 14
Lines: 56
Word Count: 204
Reason for Writing: I wrote this poem for fun.
Description: This poem depicts a character who represents both hero and villain. They navigate the realms of good and evil, grappling with their inner conflict about whether to embrace their darker impulses or strive for righteousness. They're afraid of everything, but also brave when others need saving. Loved by some, feared by others, they feel lost and are still searching for their place in the world.
Forgive Me
Forgive Me
2025 Poem
2025 Poem
In this holy chapel,I beg you to forgive me.I did the unthinkable,And wish myself free.
I wasn’t thinking.She didn’t deserve it.It plays over in my head,I want to reverse it.
It was only a small drink,I swear it’s true.I brought her to the bridge,Showing her the great view.
The next moments were a blur,I held her up high.My hands trembled,And I began to cry.
Why did I let go?She didn’t make a sound.My little one,Fell all the way down.
A splash echoed beneath the bridge,It was loud in the night’s silence.I never taught her how to swim.She seldom had my guidance.
It took a few moments,Before I realized what I had done.Yet, it was too late.This misdeed, I could not outrun.
It was so wrong,My mind’s oversight.The river where she plays,She now spends the night.
I swore to my wife,That I would take care.But I failed my duty,And she remains unaware.
Are you even listening?What will my fate be?I’ll be rejected by the world,No matter how much I plea.
Sir, please answer.I’m getting impatient.You’re supposed to help me,I’ll be complaisant.
You already know what I’ve done?No, that can’t be right.How would you know?I was alone that night.
Who are you?You’re not the priest.You call me a fool.What have I unleashed?
You brandish a scythe,A face formed of bone.You’re here for my life,I should’ve known.
I guess that is where I’ll go.A deep chamber in Hell.You can take my soul.I bid this world farewell.
I wasn’t thinking.She didn’t deserve it.It plays over in my head,I want to reverse it.
It was only a small drink,I swear it’s true.I brought her to the bridge,Showing her the great view.
The next moments were a blur,I held her up high.My hands trembled,And I began to cry.
Why did I let go?She didn’t make a sound.My little one,Fell all the way down.
A splash echoed beneath the bridge,It was loud in the night’s silence.I never taught her how to swim.She seldom had my guidance.
It took a few moments,Before I realized what I had done.Yet, it was too late.This misdeed, I could not outrun.
It was so wrong,My mind’s oversight.The river where she plays,She now spends the night.
I swore to my wife,That I would take care.But I failed my duty,And she remains unaware.
Are you even listening?What will my fate be?I’ll be rejected by the world,No matter how much I plea.
Sir, please answer.I’m getting impatient.You’re supposed to help me,I’ll be complaisant.
You already know what I’ve done?No, that can’t be right.How would you know?I was alone that night.
Who are you?You’re not the priest.You call me a fool.What have I unleashed?
You brandish a scythe,A face formed of bone.You’re here for my life,I should’ve known.
I guess that is where I’ll go.A deep chamber in Hell.You can take my soul.I bid this world farewell.
🛈 Poem Info
Date Written: Monday, April 28, 2025
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB, ABAB
Stanzas: 15
Lines: 60
Word Count: 291
Reason for Writing: This was written to test my poetry skills.
Description: This poem narrates a brief tale of a man who admits to a grave wrongdoing in a confessional box within a chapel. He reveals that, while under the influence of alcohol, he dropped his young daughter from a bridge into a river. He confesses that he has kept this secret from his wife. Upon sharing his burden, he notices the priest's silence. It is then that he discovers that the figure on the other side of the confessional is not the priest, but the Grim Reaper, come to claim his soul. He resigns himself to his fate, believing it to be justly earned.
The Fall of Rameel
The Fall of Rameel
2025 Poem
2025 Poem
I told a lie,I begged to stay.Am I tainted by sin?I couldn’t say.
My wings were ripped,From my form.In his eyes,I saw a storm.
I betrayed,His Holy land.I couldn’t follow,A single command.
My fellow saints,Turned away.They know their fate,If they disobey.
"Forget this one,"I heard Him say,"Let darkness claim him,”“From this day."
Those heavy words,Sunk deep in my soul.I wish to withdraw,The words I cajole.
I plummeted downward,A comet of dread. The hymns of the Heaven,Now curses instead.
God's hand, it seemed,Had cast me down.To wear a twisted,Thorny crown.
Fallen Angel,Lost and frail.Knows the fire,Will prevail.
This is not death,But a crueler fate.Remember the glory,And wallow in hate.
From brow to skull,A searing pain.As horns erupt,I call to Dáinn.
My halo cracks,A broken ring.Where shadows crawl,New songs sing.
The angel weeps,A fading trace,There, a demon,Stands in his place.
No longer bound.By Heaven's call.I rise from ashes,Standing tall.
My brothers, sisters,In robes of white.Will mark my absence,And forget my plight.
They called me Rameel,In realms above.A name of mercy,And divine love.
But Rameel is dead,A ghost of spite.And from the ashes,This demon takes flight.
Father will regret,This cruel decree.For in this darkness,I am free.
The light is gone,The good undone.My reign of darkness,Has begun.
Let fear take root,Let shadows rise.No longer bound,By pale blue skies.
The choir can sing,Their empty praise.While I revel in fire,Among the strays.
I am reborn,The die is cast.A fallen angel,Turned at last.
My wings were ripped,From my form.In his eyes,I saw a storm.
I betrayed,His Holy land.I couldn’t follow,A single command.
My fellow saints,Turned away.They know their fate,If they disobey.
"Forget this one,"I heard Him say,"Let darkness claim him,”“From this day."
Those heavy words,Sunk deep in my soul.I wish to withdraw,The words I cajole.
I plummeted downward,A comet of dread. The hymns of the Heaven,Now curses instead.
God's hand, it seemed,Had cast me down.To wear a twisted,Thorny crown.
Fallen Angel,Lost and frail.Knows the fire,Will prevail.
This is not death,But a crueler fate.Remember the glory,And wallow in hate.
From brow to skull,A searing pain.As horns erupt,I call to Dáinn.
My halo cracks,A broken ring.Where shadows crawl,New songs sing.
The angel weeps,A fading trace,There, a demon,Stands in his place.
No longer bound.By Heaven's call.I rise from ashes,Standing tall.
My brothers, sisters,In robes of white.Will mark my absence,And forget my plight.
They called me Rameel,In realms above.A name of mercy,And divine love.
But Rameel is dead,A ghost of spite.And from the ashes,This demon takes flight.
Father will regret,This cruel decree.For in this darkness,I am free.
The light is gone,The good undone.My reign of darkness,Has begun.
Let fear take root,Let shadows rise.No longer bound,By pale blue skies.
The choir can sing,Their empty praise.While I revel in fire,Among the strays.
I am reborn,The die is cast.A fallen angel,Turned at last.
🛈 Poem Info
Date Written: Wednesday, May 7, 2025
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB
Stanzas: 22
Lines: 88
Word Count: 301
Reason for Writing: I thought this would be an interesting concept to write.
Description: This poem narrates the story of an angel named Rameel, who, after telling a lie, was cast out of Heaven by God and forgotten by his fellow saints. It details his descent from a righteous angel to becoming a demon. Embracing his new identity, he feels a sense of satisfaction in his transformation, determined to make God regret the decision to cast him aside.
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