Poetry Kamon's Poetry

Kamon Mason

He whom is lost, yet found.
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I suppose I shall post some of my poetry here, as I did state that I do write poetry. But...

1. They will only appear from time to time. Patience is much needed.
2. I only write poetry when I am inspired by something to do so.
3. My poetry has it's own ryhme scheme, and they range from short, medium, and sometimes long poems.

Enjoy these poems. Allow your heart to read them, not just your eyes. Let your mind devour the words within the poems, and reveal their meanings.

"Poetry is like a child. One must treat it with care, respect, and kindness. That is the way into the heart of the poem."

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Poem 1: Passionate Storm

Origin: I wrote this poem a while back, months ago. I was inspired by the many couples I saw walking along my school's halls during Valentine's Day.

Like rain,
Love washes away with time.

Like wind,

It blows into your mind.

Forever a mystery,
Forever lost.
When it is found,
There is one cost.

With passion burning,
And little learning.
Foreseen and forgotten again.

Love is but enigma,
It follows its own path.
And lost into a void of hope,
Flushed down the drain of wrath.

To find it one must seek it,
To loose it one must live.
And in the end, like a flower,
It shall eventually bloom once more.


 
Peom 2: Darkened Fantasy

Origin: I was watching a show about different wars, such as WWI, WWII, etc. Then after, I watched a movie about machines going haywire. I was inspired, thus, to write a peom about the dark side of war.

Alas, they came.
They fell from the skies above,
And they swarmed from land and sea.

Alas, fate the same.
They plundered the world of love,
And light itself did flee.

The machines,
They sought no vengeance,
Nor did they speak free.

The machines,
They found no reconciliation of sin,
And acted upon what seemed drunken of gin.

Sorrow and morn,
They wrecked havoc upon humanity,
And destroyed civilization.

Sorrow and morn,
Cursed by the deities and insanity,
Born from men’s futility,
Brought upon a Forsaken Fantasy
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Today, I was inspired to write a brief poetic story. Not the best of my abilities, but I did say it was brief.

Poem 3: Tarnished Chaos

I sat, and watched the world roll by,
And breathed the air that seemed awry.
But in the midst of the chaotic plain,
I soon saw peace of which seemed slain.

I listened close, barely deaf,
And kept a watchful eye.
Then time seemed still,
And chaos was to chill,
And the day turned dull to bright.

Whilst the wind blew fairly,
And the panic was narely,
The day seemed at last to be free.

And we worked,
Children play,
In the wind,
Together we did sway.

And now, at soon dusk,
The world's last rust,
Our faiths did combine,
To tarnish chaos for the night.
 
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