Poetry 2:08 am
The waves they came rushing
The height of the CN Tower
Then they started crushing
The whole city got a shower.
In the world was one of the top five
On the Richter scale was nine-point-oh
To reach the ground you’d have to dive
No one could stop the water’s flow.
The earthquake first
Then the waves
The city submersed
So many graves.
The people clinging
To the ones they love
No birds were singing
From up above.
Japan distraught
What to do now?
So many lost
Just move on?… HOW?
Poetry 2:07 am
She sits there hoping for some bread
Her stomach growls in pain
Loss of blood makes her clutch her head
But she will not die in vain.
Peeta stirs and starts to groan
And she’s right there by his side
The cannon fires and it hits home
Another one has died.
Then a parachute that shines
Falls down from the sky
She has to read between the lines
To see what Haymitch implies.
Panem watches through their screens
To see who dies tonight
The Gamemakers decide to intervene
And start a sanguinary fight.
Her family, unaccustomed to war and strife
Find the Games completely chilling
Those who care not for lost lives
Consider them to be thrilling
Then Rue slips into her mind
And so she wants to cry
The one to whom she was so kind
That day was destined to die.
The Games almost make her go insane
And she tries hard not to perish
She will fight against President Snow’s reign
Until freedom she can cherish.
Poetry 2:05 am
I walk towards her
Not noticing
Her hand clasped within another.
My heart sinks
Into an abyss
Of colours
Red, blue and then grey.
The sky darkens,
Thunder roars,
And gloom engulfs my world.
I try to move
But shock keeps me
Glued to the spot.
The grey evolves
Into something
Stronger,
Deadlier.
Green bubbles in my chest
As water in a kettle,
And blinds me.
My heart races and
My fist clench
Til’ my knuckles
Match the cold,
Frigid,
Snow.
All the while
I do not notice
The smile
Wiped from my face
And placed on his.
All I feel is
My face
Red as the rose
That withers
Behind my back.
Poetry 2:04 am
They pray to god
For a glimpse of the sun
To be free
From their earthy prison.
Their hopes fade
With each passing
Second,
Minute,
Hour,
Day and
Month.
Then they hear
The earth being carried
Away from their cage.
The rays of sunlight
Renewing their
Hope,
Dreams and
Willpower.
They know they will be free.
See new faces
Be reunited with their families
And not be yearned for
Any longer.
Poetry 2:03 am
She lies there
Too troubled to rest
Yet too tired to stay awake
The circles around her eyes,
Portrays her as a bandit,
Yet she is nothing of the sort.
She glances over and watches her daughter,
Her chest rising and falling,
And the rhythmical sound of her snore
She wants to hug her tight,
Let her know she will never leave.
After what seemed like eternity,
It is morning,
The birds singing happily
The dew clinging to the grass
And the sun shining.
They walk out
After another meal of tomato soup
And watch their breath in front of them,
They walk forward cautious not to be seen,
Fearing that every step could be their last,
Savouring the freedom of the country.
And I ask you,
What did they do to deserve this?
Why must they live in hiding?
Is it because they do not belong here?
And why would they leave everything they had,
For nothing but freedom?
They deserve at least that, no?
You sit there watching your television screen
Unconcerned that she is out there
Petrified that she will be caught,
And sent back.
Poetry 2:02 am
The captain’s voice
Heard over the intercom
Her stomach starts to turn,
But at the same time
She’s excited,
The corners of her mouth,
Upturn into a gorgeous smile.
It’s time for takeoff
She holds onto the armrest
So tight that her knuckles
Turn the palest white.
She is flying to see the Olympics
Excitement bubbles in her chest
Like boiling water in a kettle.
She may even get to see her idol
Patrick Chan.
With all these evoking feelings
She does not notice
That she is 38,079 feet in the air.
Poetry 1:54 am
Some say Death
Is a part of life
How can that be so?
If a person is dead,
They are no longer alive.
When someone is buried,
The write touching statements,
On their gravestones
But for what?
That person will never know
What was written.
But when someone walks by,
They gasp and say:
Oh, they seemed so nice.
The do-gooders that walk past,
Lay flowers in their memory,
And the families still celebrate birthdays
The person is dead
I think to myself.
Poetry 1:54 am
He awakes
Droplets of sweat on his brow,
Reflecting on…
The NIGHTMARE.
It is fresh in his memory
The horror he experienced,
The heartbeats that were skipped.
He believes he will never forget
The weeping children,
The babies crying,
The stick thin bodies,
And most of all…
The look on the dying boy’s face.
He stumbles outside
Gasping for air,
He looks around to find
That his dream,
Was not a dream after all.
Poetry 1:53 am
She lies there,
Listening to the growls
She imagines:
Mashed potatoes,
Lasagna,
Even pizza
Smothered in cheese.
Not knowing if it is her imagination
She smells the:
Freshly baked bread,
The aroma of spices,
And the mouth-watering smell of…
Crispy apple fritter.
He sits eyeballing
The plate of food
In front of him.
It is filled with:
Dollops of mashed potatoes,
Pounds of hearty lasagne,
And countless slices of pizza
Covered in cheesy goodness.
He stuffs his face
Unaware of the child
Clutching her stomach,
STARVED.
Poetry 1:53 am
Commonly known as
‘The great outdoors’
Some despise it
Others embrace it
No matter what you think of
Nature, it is always
Beautiful.
The living creatures
Like the birds
Creating sounds
To some it is
NOISE
To others it is
MUSIC.
But to all,
It exists and it
Is all around us.
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