[Africander]

This poem is an extended metaphor of my own experiences. It won second place at a competition. Hope you like it

My way home

My way had many stops,
And on my returning road
I realised; though, I had tread
Slippery slopes, and left hopes unfulfilled.
I Realised that home was not where I had left it.

I Came to what I thought was home,
But nothing felt the same.
Looking back on my road I saw
The stops I had made along my way
I longed to be back on my travels,

Each stop I had made was meaningful.
Each one served a lesson to me.
Each felt no less homely than the last
But none of them had stood out.
So I asked myself a question;
Is my home everywhere, or nowhere?

EDIT: These are the poems along with the above one which are in the pole, I copy pasted them into the first post to make them easier to find. These one I'm most proud of.

Eternal Night

With our birth,
A fire flickers in a hearth.
Progressively the flame will grow,
And warm the world with its pleasant glow.

And as the flame is in its prime, alight with a most fearsome roar…

It subsides and dims and dims into the ashes whence it came,
And looks upon its early life as if through a picture frame.
It dims and dims, until it has left but one final breath,
It struggles on and on not yet so willing as to rest,
In spite of desperate attempts to fight,
A dark blanket shall cover it…
And leave it in,
Eternal Night.
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Free Fall

As I looked down towards the ground,
My destination I observed, yet it was strange to me.
For indistinct was the sight so far below my feet,
Search though I might a safer path was never to be found.
I feared the thought of plummeting with but bare rocks to greet.

Casting my thoughts I leapt down from the sturdy rock
And plummeted down ‘wards where my journeys lead.
Eyes blinking from the gust that bit into my lids.
Still falling; waiting. dreading, the expected shock.

And yet I land on my two feet, barely a stagger
Hinders me. So long ago it seem I stood atop the cliff
With anxiety and fear, now seeming foolish.
A leap of faith had let me gently down onto the ground
And out before me, a path outstretched lies waiting to be tread.

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Lost

When I walk alone, the city streets,
Are pathways which and their ends, they meet.
But early years spent being lead,
Have reserved for me much dread.

Much dread for what will come,
When I must forsake the road which I have lead,
And take one up which is so far, so alien to me,
So are they all, but which one is right to choose?

This post has been edited by ElfElder: 22 May 2009 - 03:33 PM

[Cecalae x]

Great poem, I really liked it.. Have you written any more?

[Africander]

This one is a really sarcastic one. before reading this I have to explain at my school we have 3 breaks and 8 lessons a day, and this is what I do sometimes (mainly Fridays)

Third Break

I stood staring at the gate
And beyond the gate I stared.
Beyond the gate there was Freedom
Where grass was greener
And the sun brighter.

Like a gerbil in a cage I stood,
Beyond which was Freedom
But Freedom stared back
It taunted me from the other side
For it was close, yet far.

Nobody else watched freedom,
Nobody dwelled on it but me.
Weary I grew, standing and staring.
Loudly did the bell ring,
Freedom was closer, but still far.

[ElvenBeauty]

This one is a really sarcastic one. before reading this I have to explain at my school we have 3 breaks and 8 lessons a day, and this is what I do sometimes (mainly Fridays)

Third Break

I stood staring at the gate
And beyond the gate I stared.
Beyond the gate there was Freedom
Where grass was greener
And the sun brighter.

Like a gerbil in a cage I stood,
Beyond which was Freedom
But Freedom stared back
It taunted me from the other side
For it was close, yet far.

Nobody else watched freedom,
Nobody dwelled on it but me.
Weary I grew, standing and staring.
Loudly did the bell ring,
Freedom was closer, but still far.

That's really good.

[Cecalae x]

Amazing poem , Its really cool how you can write such a beautiful poem about such simple things.

[Africander]

Thanks, I'l write some more and post them if I can

[Cecalae x]

Looking forward to it:)

[Africander]

Ok here are my latest ones.

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Kind of a riddle, can anyone guess?

Natures Lookout

I stand alone,
Blue sky above,
Green grass beneath.
I watch the world go by me,
Observing all comings and goings.

I grow older and older.
Wiser and wiser.

I stand alone,
I see far in all directions
The whistle of the wind is my voice
I am shelter from the rain, and shade from the sun.
Silently for years I stand unmoving.
What am I?

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How about this one?


Why all the hate?

Why all the hate?
Every were I look, I see Hate.
And I ask, Why all the hate?
But never is there an answer.
Hate is loud.
But Hate is silent.

Why all the hate?
Hate is for those who
Have no cheek to turn.
With ignorance and anger,
Those haunted by hate are driven
To insanity.


Why all the hate?
With the tools of vengeance,
greed and jealousy, Hate crafts
and destroys, makes, and unmakes.
There is no escaping from it.
But to submerge is to be dammed.

This post has been edited by ElfElder: 24 February 2009 - 08:27 AM

[Cecalae x]

Great poems . My favorite is the Natures lookout, but as for the riddle, im rubish at riddles, so I have no idea, but I'll work on it lol:),

I also like in Why all the hate?, the
Hate is loud.
But hate is silent.
Meaning I like the opposites( im sure theres a English term for that, but cant remember)

Hope you write more soon:D.

[Africander]

Great poems . My favorite is the Natures lookout, but as for the riddle, im rubish at riddles, so I have no idea, but I'll work on it lol:),

I also like in Why all the hate?, the
Hate is loud.
But hate is silent.
Meaning I like the opposites( im sure theres a English term for that, but cant remember)

Hope you write more soon:D.

The opposites thing I think is called oxymoron, although this isn't too good an example of it.

This post has been edited by ElfElder: 25 February 2009 - 02:22 PM

[Cecalae x]

I aked my English teacher about it today, and apprently an oxymoron is one word like bittersweet. I quoted these two lines and she said it was something like anthansic, sorry cant rember lol.

[Africander]

So oxymoron is only when the opposite words are next to each other? thanks for that


Ok so, despite the name this poem is not about math. I wonder how many people can this appeal to?

A Number

What does one number mean?
One among many is seldom heard, seldom seen
When there is only one, what voice shall it give?
But a cry drowned by the gulls around it.

None care for the one among the many,
Floating back and forth among the many others,
Others in groups and pairs, in big groups and small groups,
Alone, one number is has no purpose or reason,
But to exist.

But one is part of many.
If one should be snuffed from the others
He would be considered, only briefly.
But have the memory washed away down the river.
Between the hills, and through the valleys,
And away.
Would only be missed by those who cared.

This post has been edited by ElfElder: 25 February 2009 - 03:00 PM

[Cecalae x]

Hmm, strange, but I like it.. My inability to appreciate it fully, is probably due to my limited intelligence, but is this poem about people, And how a person is just a lone number, within the world of many people?
Im probs way off, but O well.
I liked it anyway:), and if my meaning was correct, then I can understand it, and you've given a good representaion of the place we have in world..

[Africander]

Im not uber smart either, nor am i an expert on poety. And yes this is about a person in a world of many people
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Ok, this one is a bit darker:

The Assassin

The night is his cloak,
The blade is his tool.
Soundlessly he creeps,
Carefully he takes his place.

Senses alert to each rustle of leaves,
To each whistle of the wind.
Standing perfectly still he waits,
Waits for his prey like a wolf, patient
And poised.

The prey is near,
The assassin moves swiftly,
Like a breeze. The knife carves
The neck of the victim.
A scream dies at his lips.

Before the body meets the floor,
The predator is gone, His work done.

This post has been edited by ElfElder: 07 March 2009 - 12:50 PM

[Cecalae x]

I thought I jhad already commented on this but I must have forgotten lol, Anyway, I really like this one,. It is quite a bit darker than the others, but very powerful.. Did the insipration from this come from a book?