hey, a poem i wrote for english that was mean't to be titled, I AM, but i kinda did my own thing, you're all free to use this but you have to make sure you credit me for it, or put a link back to this page or something, :D
claimer: i own this poem, so don't use it without my permission :P
Waiting
I am the outstretching flames of an open fire,
Reaching and grasping at each cold, white star,
Drawing ideas which to me may inspire,
A spark of a thought that may carry me far.
And in my small and flickering state,
My speculating thoughts start to wonder,
What was truly to become of my fate?
And with this thought I started to ponder.
My enemy Wind howled through each creaking tree,
And I flared up tall to fight him,
But with heavy dismay I began to see,
My crackling flames did not slight him.
I turned my attention away from my foe,
Deciding to ignore his display,
But the seeping cold feeling in my heart he did sew,
And his chill swept me through with dismay.
Worry cascaded throughout my mind,
As I stumbled my way down a hill,
My fiery fingers grasping each support I could find,
As he pursued with a belly to fill.
I stopped and turned, my head held high,
Liquid sun pouring down my face,
It was finished for me, and for that I did cry,
I had reached the end of my race.
I spoke unspoken words as I looked to my death,
All my hopes and dreams flashing before me,
And with a new burst of bravery I took one last breath,
And his enraged face was my last thing to see.
Yet even with my spark now dead,
Still as smoke I rise,
To the bright stars by which I'm lead,
Drifting through the skies.
Waiting.