Teenage

War: the hidden truth
War: enlist or lose your youth
Join the game, the posters say,
Decorating the poles and the tall glass panes
Attracting the pure souls wanting to do good
But all they got was terror and distress under their hood.
Enclosing the brownness of the trees
Balancing on the edge, promoting countries.
Pressuring the men to be “manly” and to fight
However it wasn’t a choice, nor a discussion
Enrol now and increase the chance of being gifted a concussion.

They were once lively young boys running about,
Their curious eyes full of innocence and colour.
Deciding to hide their report cards from their mother.
Now their eyes are weak with fatigue
Bent double like beggars under sacks
Deliberating when the madness would terminate.
BANG! Another gas attack
Soldiers fleeing, trying to put on a gas mask just in time
Floundering violently is the slowest one,
He couldn’t adjust clumsy mask which was undone.
Plunging at his friend, he started to drown.
Looking down at him turned my stomach upside down.

It’s that time of the year
Full with Christmas cheer
The towering trees ready to be decorated
What gifts had St Nicoles generated?

The house is now a furry ball
With all the tinsels enclosing the hall
Now it’s feeling like a casa in a dome
When will this magical day begin to roam?

Christmas is like a dove
Gliding about finding love!
What do you do on this day?
Well it’s the birthday of the baby in the hey.

It’s Christmas eve
Let’s not deceive
Give to others for a change
As it will make the spirit grow like a mountain range.

The squealing of toddlers
The feeling of excitement
Tomorrow Santa will give them a mask as an assignment.
The parents hushing the kids
But the ear-splitting chaos is contagious between the grandkids.

They gallop up the stairs
Find the stockings, soon to be full
Hang them about, till the wool is dull.
Up to bed, their next leap
All is done time to sleep!

It’s that time of the year
Full with Christmas cheer.
Now family starts to gather round
It feels like for once this year, worries are drowned.

Gracefully gliding across the endless stretch of white,
Her heart beats faster in the spotlight.
Millions of eyes stare down at the elegant skater,
She’s a master of her craft, an inventive creator.

Smiling radiantly, she flips and loops,
As the dazzled, bewildered crowd cheers and whoops.
She jumps highly and her landings are clean,
A champion skater she is, a true ice queen.

She skates with poise, her movements are art,
A true princess, she steals their heart.
Her spirals are long, her edges as sharp as a blade,
The rays of light reflect in her eyes, the colour of jade.

She fearlessly moves into the Biellman spin,
By now, the entire crowd wants her to win.
Her brunette hair curls, falling out of her bun,
One last twizzle turn and the dancer is done.

Today I’m going to the zoo
So I decided to dress all new
First I brushed my hair all neat
Brush, brush, brush till it was complete
Then I brushed my teeth all clean
Till my smile beamed
How should a lion’s teeth gleam?
I flattened out my new dress
So I didn’t make a mess
I absolutely must
Chomp down on my big breakfast
How does a crocodile eat?
I think this way
Because last May
I went to the zoo
And I decided to dress all new

Under the greeny shed,
When I made my bed,
The earth lap where I held my head,
Was when I saw those leaves shed.

Slightly-slightly, look they fell,
To visit where the grasses dwell.
Did they do anything, kind-a spell?
Or the moon glows them like a jewel?

I sat completely mute,
Air whistling like a flute,
Leaves dance, cheers the fruit,
Sharing their joy with root.

Look up! They form the hands of trees,
Waiting to catch the thief.
The thief who stole their ease,
And seized them with grief.

The one who spread the suggestion,
That cutting trees is fun,
This idea now must run,
Beause nature’s coming with gun.

Will it be the last sight of beauty?
If we don’t, nature will follow its duty.
Disease, disasters and calamity,
Be aware humans! Else it’s only and only tragedy.

Back before
When I was seven years old
I met a friend named Kaitlin
She was always there for me
No matter what
Even when there was trouble
Or when something happened

Have you ever wondered why Emotions can be Vague,
But can also be contagious and spread like the Plague!

Well,they are the feelings that
come from within…
If you have not experienced them much, then it’s the right time to begin!

It is the happiness you feel while playing with your friends
And it is also the sadness when your vacation ends!

What is that warmth you feel inside? Well that is called Trust..
Don’t forget that emotion as it is a must!

If you like this poem, then emotions are something you can explore…
As the search never ends, because there is always enough and more!!

The shadow monsters loom over
my body, a battered dandelion,
crumpled by colossal enclosure,
taunts shooting at my glass head.

Blazing glass turns to sweltering sand.
The grains scratch their rising heat,
between my irritated skull and
the lava laden linen.

Through my eyes, salty sleep leaks,
lost to the darkness of night,
staining my crimson cheeks
with white waterfalls of tiredness.

My agitated spine of sticks
will not release the sun.
A tightened sleeve of flesh grips
to my cluttered, quivering bones.

The vast sea tosses my limbs
as they flounder recklessly
searching for the stolen wings,
only to drown in the water.

Hundreds of galloping horses
race to the shallow graves of my mind,
forever lying as corpses
in the depths of the endless nights.

What is colour if not our eyes
What is truth if not our lies
Colour flies but colour dries
Colour deserts our cries
Reminds us of of good times and ties
Like a misty rainbow in cloud-dabbed sky
Colour leaves us when we die.

The one time when death
Is the prettiest sight
The brown
Crunch

Pulls my heart like a
Rubber band. The Yellow
And red
Crunch.

The one time when death
Looks like the front
Of a
Book.

The one time when death
Does not involve the
Tears of
Anyone

Except for Mother.
She cries.