H.O.D. A powerful man falls from grace looses his heart from a high place no longer good but now is evil a man who lives through the medieval Temptations of power and greed make thoughtless men do bad deeds. In this world man needs morals and rules Without them, this world would be without fools. --------------------------------- The Sun Everyone looked up to the orange fiery ball With time and patience it will fall We will not let it fall to the ground for it would be immensely profound for there not to be a rebound -------------------------- Freedom The finger The key ...a sound is heard-Andrew Wong Sitting in front black and white which a finger touches light or might A sound is heard, the fingers go on from Mondays to Fridays, from dusk till dawn Fingers curled, body straight, feet on the ground When the finger hits the key, there is only a frown to commit oneself to a work of art is no judgement from my part The time has come, it is done No longer labor, now is fun To play or not , the choice is mine When finger hits key everything is fine ------------------------- Now or Never All man's quest is to deny, man's destiny to die Not I, I say I remain a stray Life is joy and pain But mine is simply insane Pressures and challenges of this deadly place, Make most of our childhood fall from grace. I have fallen, life again I seek I am once again amongst the meek Live now and die later is what I want But first is the society I must confront Its too late, too late Its our fate, Its MY fate. ------------------- One minute Poem My aid is rewarded with regret My friendship is rewarded with betrayal Pain and suffering is all I get Definitely, I am a man of salao ------------------ Do or not to Do Sitting in front of black and white choosing between what is wrong or right Action's consequences of the past must be looked upon for one's life to last Distinguish between good and bad Choose wrong, than you've been had Be calm when making a choice than confirm it through your voice I'm going to do it, you say? not tomorrow or next week but right away for failing to be sure leads to regret As well as depression and anger is(all you get)/all that's left) -------------- Betrayal Is he a friend or is he a vampire? Does he tell the truth or is he a liar He is the friend that carries a knife He was the friend that protected me from strife All of a sudden I felt a hack and saw that it was indeed the knife in my back -------------------- Feeding We are the vampires who sleep in the night We are the vampires amongst every site We are the vampires who feed during the day We are the vampires who are in decay We are vampires, we will be dead We are vampires, we have lost our heads. ------------------------ Oasis Disappeared Where did he go?? When man arrived on this holy land Animals could no longer go hand in hand When man ate the apple sin no longer was he of god's rightful kin For the power of knowledge corrupts us to worship money and other idols with lust We no longer are the people of the light Corrupted , we become the people of fright God help us, to make things right So that one day we may see your gloriful sight. ----------------- Man's defeat The most powerful beast is what you would expect least It is found everywhere Except for when man is in despair The beast has the power to control man by power of voice or any other way is can We call these creatures sometimes miss Until we are united with them by the curse of a kiss For the power is diminishing for the hes only to be transferred to the shes. -------------------- Reality Running out of luck, life really sucks gotta take a look at the god damn book ----------------- Nemesis Help me, please Never! Never! From that day on, he fell forever and ever ------------- Death Our bodies lay in decay underneath a tombstone of grey Our families begin to pray As our soul awaits judgement day. All these poems are by A.K. Wong Copyrighted 1998
Reason for writing:
I wrote these poems because I had to do English journals and
poetry was one of the topics I could work on. Also, I did
most of these poems during boring Physics class to keep me
awake.
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