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5 poems: Echoe, Fire fired firing, Me paper, Second, Third t
Poem 1: Echoe
Through the dust above the silent concrete I smashed
Through the thunders of greyness and clouds I passed
Through the river of greenness and dark alga I stumbled
Through the fire of eternity and judgement I prayed
Through the rock blocking sunlight from the peak I fell;
Through the rain I walk
I walked
I shall walk
And I am walking
Walking not for thy sun beyond
Not for my future in mist
Not for the past curved within
Not for the rain;
But for the river beside, reflecting lights of other banks
For the birds, high in the sky of darkness;
I am walking
For none but the walk.
Poem2: Fire, fired, firing
Oh fire
Last peak of men buried in flesh
Final kiss of star-crossed lovers in ladder
What shalt thee left?
Ah my fellow,
So there you stand
Let us now, you and I
Carry on and end the day
Fall, fall, fall
Thee I pushed under pleaky winters
When My flesh flow beneath
He shalt feed on thy river
Oh heart
Be away from thy flesh
For flesh is that consumes fear
But heart resurrects in such grudge
When you look deep into beyond
He shalt look upon you
With equal redness
Until darkness falls
There fire is no more
But echoes, blooms in red
Permanently,
Burn shall it be
My flesh
Gone with dusts
Thy barn
Fades in ashes
It does not exist
But there he stood
Poem 3: Me, paper
I am from the hammer on the hollow construction frame
Smashing and knocking the concrete underneath
I am from the pen with lucent bar on its body, reminding them of minutes left
While kissing the blank paper, creating a language comprehended by none
I am from two birds of the vast, vast skys of darkness
From two fish of nature, swirling through sea of freedom
I am from one point of a straight line, with two sides never to be differentiated
From two trails in the forest, with one taken and one kept
I am from dreams of virtuality and realism
With the trail of the periodic line, with the fish on two sides of Atlantic, and the bright sky
With the sun falling, but rising still
I am from the lamb on the cross, falling; from the kid in the rain, walking
I am the salvation of the man in fire
I am the redemption of the man under stone, Cupid’s arrows
I am the blank paper, with yet a new story to tell
Poem4:Second
What if
The birds are high in the sky of darkness
The sun is rising tomorrow
However
There is a boy in the rain
Walking for the rain or else,
For his feet
What if
There is such thing as Cupid’s arrows
There is a beton called “Truth”
However
The caveman desires to see the sun
The constructor knocks concrete beneath
What if
Through the darkness there are stars of choices
Through the blue there is freedom
However
The sun rises tomorrow
Its trail seen by none but us
What if
Through the blindness eyes see
Through the lights I walk,
With my own feet
What if
The birds are flying
Through the kid on ground
For none but the second.
Poem 5:Third t
When silver floods rushed down toward darkness
As fire burns down the farm and the boy in front
Be left what shall
When steel men walked onto stairs of hang
As stone rolls down the man and the sun underneath
Be left what shall
While birds fly high, stars in deep sky, fast I walk
As you tipped onto scent of wonder, my barn
Present I am, present I am at
Be Left I shall
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I am a high school student from China. Although English is my second language, I attend a bilingual school where I study English language and arts. On a daily basis, I enjoy hiking long distances and cycling long distances alone. I also enjoy kayaking on the surface of the lake, and I am very fond of traveling. These experiences in nature have given me a lot of inspiration. Since middle school, I have been recording fragments of my life, and using logical reasoning from science to create poetry, and occasionally writing some short stories.
"Echoe" is a poem about self-discovery and the importance of cherishing the journey rather than just the destination. The vivid imagery portrays the challenges the character encounters, but the final stanza reveals the purpose of the journey - to walk for the sheer pleasure of walking. This realization offers a powerful lesson on perseverance and appreciating the present moment.
"Fire, fired, firing" explores the theme of mortality through striking imagery of fire and flesh. The speaker urges their companion to embrace the eternal nature of the heart and let go of their attachment to the physical body. The repetition of the word "fall" creates a sense of inevitability, but the final stanza offers a message of hope, suggesting that a person's essence can live on through memories and legacies.
"Me, paper" meditates on identity and the power of storytelling. The character identifies with various objects and creatures, suggesting a fluid sense of self. The repetition of the phrase "I am" reinforces the idea that identity is constantly evolving, and the final stanza invites the reader to embrace their own creativity and potential for growth.
"Second" explores the tension between individual desires and societal expectations. The repetition of the phrase "what if" invites the reader to consider different scenarios, and the final stanza suggests that embracing our unique perspectives is essential to living a fulfilling life.
"Third t" employs cryptic and fragmented phrases to convey a sense of foreboding and danger. Despite the bleakness of the imagery, the final stanza offers a message of resilience and presence. The phrase "present I am" suggests that even in the face of adversity, we can choose to be fully engaged with the world. "Third t" reminds us of the importance of resilience and staying present in the face of challenges.