My Poetry

I wrote this when i was still high school age. Enjoy...

Children
By: daakyras

The sweet innocence of children cannot be overdone.
They laugh over things we do not understand;
They cry, warm tears which fall one by one
From their eyes, rolling down heated faces to land
Each in their own blessed place.
Like eternal shrines to sadness,
Set forever in time and space.
A lonely caress
Of comfort. Reminders that there are
Happier times ahead. Times when there will be
Laughter over things which are far
From our tiny frame of reference. Children see
The world in a simpler way than we do.
Their world; laughter and tears each time renew.

Here's another one. I wrote this more recently.

Broken Arrow
by: daakyras

Genuine feelings carry great risks,
Especially if openly shared.
Much better to keep them locked inside,
Rather than openly bared.
Fools will open their soul right away,
Professing how much they have cared,
While wise men will cautiously advance,
Hiding how much they have stared.
Seeking a soulmate is such a cliche,
Yet it's something many have dared.
To love another with all your heart,
Spending your lifetime so paired.
No man knows his own future without
Examining how he has fared...
In the past, looking at prior mistakes,
And learning that they are all layered.

Thank you for sharing your poems.Beautifully written.You have much talent!Your words have meaning,which can be felt through reading.xx

starbright333 wrote:Thank you for sharing your poems.Beautifully written.You have much talent!Your words have meaning,which can be felt through reading.xx

Thank you, friend, for the complement. I haven't written any new poems in over a year, but maybe I'll give it a try.

Yet another one I made years ago. How many years? I honestly can't remember.


On the System
by: daakyras

I look at this tattered system and see,
Mothers filling out hospital forms
During the last moments of their child's life.
Why are these the norms?
Why is this the way the world is?
Who says it has to be this way?
They tell us, "That's life."
Life shouldn't be this cold and gray.

I look at the tattered system and think,
What can I do against the global monopoly
On thinking. Is this the way it has to be?
All of us nice little robots, performing
In the way a programmed circuitry
Should. Into the muck of society we sink.

Into the cold, gray muck that is the system.
Not knowing where our place is in life.
Not knowing whether to take it in strife.
Or to fight back. To not accept that
This system is the norm. To spark the catostrophic storm
That is change, and to change what
The world accepts as unchangable.

Then, if the system is changed, God forbid,
The cold and gray will dissappear in the rays
Of creative thought. The norm will no longer be sought
By every living being in this maze
We call the system. No longer will it even be a maze.
It will transform into a straight path,
Taking us exactly where we want to go.
The golden ending, the aftermath
Of change.

It's strange.
So many people fear change.
Yet they also fear to leave the cold and gray
That they are used to. It terrifies them to leave the way
That is known to them, and to take a different path.
To take the path overgrown with creepers and grass.
To take the little used path, away
From the well trodden mires that is traveled by the mass.
Dark. Mysterious. Frightening. A change.

I ask you to accept change. Without it, we are
A stagnant society which cannot be improved.
In order to change, you must explore, far
From the normal path. Into the dark we go.
So that change may take place.
I know that it is scary to change, but you
Must look that fear right in it's face.
Acknowledging that you fear change is the first step to
A better way of living. Change the system for the better.
Or we'll be doomed to a life of hesitation.
A life where we must be absolutely sure what we do is the norm.
A life of struggle, and eternal condemnation.