#8 A Wish for Peace

“A Wish for Peace”

Almost everyone in class is getting too noisy
That it’s beginning to drive me crazy.
If they would just shut up for an hour,
Things would be peaceful, and teacher wouldn’t be so sour.

From seven to four, all they do is talk.
Our teacher’s frustrated, ready to throw a chalk.
Oh my gosh, everyone, can’t you stop?
I’m so annoyed that I’m ready to drop!

Blah blah blah, all they say.
Their emotions and thoughts they convey.
Seriously, what are you trying to portend?
When discipline is here, all you do is pretend.

Being called as the worst class
Is like we are being labeled as trash.
I hope that everyone will know
All the opportunities they’ve thrown.

But I’m still grateful to be here;
Only bad events I really fear.
My freshman year was so dreadful;
I hope that this year would be peaceful.

Prequel to #15 A Wish for Change

Written on Monday, October 25, 2010
Theme: Reminiscence |Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming Sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

This poem is about my situation during sophomore year. So far, my freshman year is the worst one in my high school life. Being bullied for no reason, feeling miserable–those are just some things that happened to me two years ago. Sophomore improved, but our class is almost uncontrollable when it comes to noise. Not only that, by the end of the day, that shiny classroom floor will be ladened with trash and spilled liquid all over. My goodness. It’s like a junkyard.

#4 Bittersweetness

“Bittersweetness”

A letter came to me one day.
The envelope said that it’s from you.
I’m curious of the contents, I musy say,
For there was not just one letter but two.

I tore the envelope from the side
And pulled the letters out.
My hand was shaking while I cried;
Those terars of mine carried doubt.

I couldn’t believe what I just read,
But the letter in black and white said,
“I’m sorry; your eyes may now be red,
But your love was shot and is now dead.”

My face sank when I heard the news;
No way that can be true.
My heart felt like it got a bruise.
Of all things, why did it happen to you?

I unfolded the second letter
And began to read it slowly.
My emotions began to feel better
When I saw the page from your diary.

I began to feel bittersweet
When I saw exactly what you wrote.
You made my heart skip beat,
And here I’ll say it; let me quote,

“I was always greeted by my lovely sunshine
In the beautiful, sunny mornings.
Her cheerful smile makes me day sublime,
But today I will go to a journey.

“This journey is not like any other;
It’s more than just a simple trip.
Someone wants to take the like of another,
And I must make sure that plan get ripped.

“While I may not meet my love again,
I hope that I’ll survive the blow.
I’ve always wanted to say to the maiden
That I love her with all my soul.”

My eyes were swelling from all the tears
When I read all the writings of the letter.
Your love gave me comfort from my fears;
You made me so happy and light as a feather.

I caress the diary page
And hope to see you again someday.
To the one who killed you, I’m enraged;
To my knight, I love you, I must say.

Prequel to #5 Visit of Remembrance
Written on Monday, October 25, 2010
Theme: Love | Stanzas: 11 | Lines: 44
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: unordered

I figured that my first few poems were so…more on the melancholic side, and Andrea said I should write about love. I’m not so accustomed to love and the experiences, so this is just a random shot at it. Hihi.

Like I said, I’m not that experienced when it comes to things of love, and this beginner’s work is proof of it. I see it now, and there’s so much uneven syllables (so strict of me to consider that). Anyway, it’s just my first shot to writing a love poem. More of a story here. In addition to that, this is the first poem that I’ve written that has a sequence of ABAB. I favor the AABB style more that time, so I kinda had a hard time writing this once.