Read and judge for yourself, could these poems have been written by a 15, 16 year old?

NEVER BE PEACE (Written 8/8/07)

The only answer

To absolute peace

Is buried in war

Which brings terror to humanity!



If the world

Was bestowed

With absolute peace,

Yes, we shall have no conflicts



But abolished will the basic humane instinct or privilege

To revolt %26amp; question evil authority

As souls quietly perish

By men of evil hiding beneath the wings of harmony



For absolute peace

Won’t put good in men’s hearts

Rather, it would give them courage

To chase renegade,



Committing heinous crimes

In a world utopia

Where men hardly question, act

Nor shed a tear



Thus giving evil liberty

As world's citizens delay to act

Leading the world into a pitfall

For they lack strength to heed the humanist call.



So to prevent this crisis,

The road

To absolute peace

Is hidden where humane hearts dread!



2 weeks ago

3RD Rock Valley(Written 1/4/08)



In the mare valley of wink,

I bore witness to the heavens close;

giant plates far from meek

assembled to one to trap the foe



For precious were us,

that his queen valley he gave

but our stabs of Corday

left her a dead Marat.



So with no linger of shame

that his queen we defame,

his heavens he closed with intent

the sham′er dwell in the mist she rot.



Then I un-winked

to see wrongs mounted on thy steed

to blasphemy in recoil for thy meed

by the tongues of thy deed,

soon to leave 3rd rock valley closed.



2 weeks ago

Tyrant (Written 12/20/07)

We sat them in the dark

Swallowed the key to knowledge,

Bounded them to home

To pluck the fruits we bore.



But as the tyrant made his mark

The world fell from sage,

And the one bounded to home

Handed knowledge, could bring back the days of yore.



The bounded did ask

But at a knock deliver the message,

Olympe’s head rolled home

For to rule wasn’t the rightful chore



But fear was behind the mask,

Fear for if knowledge

Did come,

The tyrant’s image would sore



For as virtue knows no knack

The world is due for change

Not by some,

But all who dwell in its core.



2 weeks ago

Ides of March (Written 1/5/08)

What shall I compare to thee?

Thou art fairest

All hearts faint at decree

Of thy name and breast.

Thou beam the top of happy hours

With smile worthy of regalia

Scent of rosy flowers

That linger in the farthest of Ithaca.

In thy eyes and words, thou love

But thy stare %26amp; words beguile

For men’s happy does thy love remove

Aching misery from every angle.

Beware her ambitions lay of harsh

For thy love lead the Ides of March



2 weeks ago

Bitter Blonde (Written 1/14/08)

The smile that bore the sun,

Bore the fruits of her anger,

While the rat that feast upon her corn

At peace she found and let linger.

The wishful greetings and praises

She buried as taunt,

In mist of amazing graces

For doom she fought,

Taking happy a foe

For constant were days of misery

Leaving bitter her soul

In strength, to fight days weary

But thy heart does bleed with cries

For happy, in bitter hours



2 weeks ago

Days of yore (Ain’t no love) (Written 1/21/08)

Feast upon the days of yore,

The screams you howled

The strikes upon your face

The tears you bled,

The ego that stumbled from grace

Leaving your soul at mirror sour



Aching for mercy,

But thou love his gaze,

So the strikes

Thou dismiss

As orthodox affection

Refusing echo, in fear of apostasy



But sick of the marks you bore,

Thou chased the dove,

Only to fall for the mask

Drawn by the wicks of love

So my arms you leave, but all I ask;

Feast upon the days of yore



2 weeks ago

Drunken Beauty (1/23/08)

At drunk equilibrium

Must’ve been my gaze

For thou looked queen

Regalia worthy of praise.

But as sheep be of wisdom

Sober my eyes found

And away with thy crown

My drunken gaze crowned

Leaving disgust at each sight

With pure ridicule at the pedestal

My eyes then dim-wit

Deemed hideous crystal.

At judgment, failing to realize

Some beauty drunk my eyes first!



2 weeks ago

M.L.K TRIBUTE (written 1/20/07)

Admired and adored as an African,

Before beslaved by

Crude consciences coasting.

Destroying divine dedication,

Especially extirpating everyone encouraging

Freedom, fighting furiously, fatally for fellow

Gentlemen granted God given

Happiness hindered heinously.

Instead, ignorant inked individuals

Jargonized justice, justifying

K.K.K killings knowingly,

Legally licensing liars.

Miraculously, minds maneuvered mimicking Minerva

Navigating Negroes neutering nonviolence.

Outcrying, organized obviously oppressed

Peoples, previously prisoned,

Questionably quarantined.

Relentlessly rumbled, raving, raging racists.

Slaved, successfully saved, silently slained

Telling true tales.

Undeniably united, U.S underhanded

Verbally vocalized vivid visions.

Would willing wine with wicked whites within

*Xeres.

Yielding youths yearning

ZION.



* A town in Australia famous for its wine.



2 weeks ago

The unorthodox die (Written 2/16/07)



“Great men hardly die peacefully.”- Charles Onyewuchi



In many minds

The world is better left

As it is,

Given the horrors of our past.



Thus men who push for change

Along with pioneers

With unorthodox

Thinking, practices and beliefs

Are most at risk

Of meeting an early grave.



For we as a society

Dread to stray

Away

From the norm- “our reality”



Which justifies why great figures

Like M.L.K, Jesus and Socrates

All met death,

For each either pushed for change

Or bore beliefs and ideals

Premature for their time.



Thence in an attempt to protect “reality”

We eliminate them,

Only to again ponder the good

Of walking the road they had envisioned.



2 weeks ago

B4 I go (Written 3/2/08)



Fly, Fly, Flay away to the heavens

Tell the skies to tear

And the stars

To fear



Leave of pot of gold

On the chick

And tear for me

Under the tree



Tap the drums of harmony

And dance the dance

Of misery

Missing no beat



Wear the eyes

Of the fortune teller

And tell me what thou see,

What thou see clear



Glare in the mirror of fate

And plead for peace,

Tell the prince of the night

Not to dagger the yearns of the old



Alas, tell the mother

That she did fine

And the heavens do thank

The feast of greatness they wine….

Read and judge for yourself, could these poems have been written by a 15, 16 year old?
I like tyrant and Ides of March. Tyrant rox my sox!
Reply:Yes. Good for a freshman/sophomore/junior in high school... But while I was in high school many of the poetry club members wrote things quite similar. If someone has a gift for language it doesn't magically manifest when they turn 21.
Reply:Yeah, especially if they read alot. I'm younger than that, and while my poems aren't that good, they probably will be by the time I'm that age.

I guess that sounds a little like I'm bragging. I wasn't trying to.
Reply:It could've been. I mean, even though they are young still, they still have talent. Like, SE Hinton wrote "The Outsiders" when she was 16. Its truly amazing how talented some people are.

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