hi, my name is daimon. i am 13 and i wrote my first poem on 4/12/12 which was yesterday. i never really cared for poetry until i heard about a poetry contest at my school and i thought about entering it.that was part of my initial inspiration to write 'The Meaning of Love' the other part is my girlfriend loves poetry and she has been reading it ever since she learned how to read, so i dedicated ... more »
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Daimon Ferguson Poems
Love and Time
tick, tock, tick, tock... stop and look at him tock... for the keeper of time is a ticking, ticking, ticking... if he were to stop that would be the end of a clock... because he would stop a clicking, clicking, clicking...
Angels and Demons:
the warmth of their lights, the chill of their shadows, the delighted face of a holy being, the evil laughter of a demonic thing,
With bow and arrow he wandered the night, Deep in the Spine with the deer he must smight. Then out of thin air appeared a stone of blue. Where it came from he had no clue.
Fire, fire, burning bright, cackling, cackling with pure delight, Fire, thou art cruelly dark and blessedly bright, Fire, fire, The Bringer of Life,
if you are feeling a little down, a real best friend will act like a clown,
A wish that was:
a wish that was, Is thought lost because.
There's A Chill In The Air:
The wind, oh how she'll whisper, In a gleeful tone, made much crisper, By the chill in the air, With secrets to share,
You Your smile gets me through the day, Your laugh helps me find my way, Your eyes make me wanna stay,
Dark They Are:
Dark they are and golden eyed, With grace like black panthers, sleek with pride, They prowl the night, spreading far and wide, Still, they walk among us, noticed, yet always untried,
The Legacy of Hope:
Hope.It is a fragile thing, it is the one thing that keeps humans going when all other motivation has failed them.Hope is the belief that no matter how hard Today is, tommorow WILL be better. It is the root of every successful story, every impossible feat that has been accomplished, and the very core of the human soul. Hope is the reason we, as humans, have kept going, kept SURVIVING, for without Hope, we are naught but the empty, hollowed-out shells of what we CAN and SHOULD be.
If the world was gonna end today, I'd try to find the words to say, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
there for me
you were there for me, your love is the only light i see, i've been dragged so deep down this damn hole, when i see your face my soul becomes whole,
falling in love
i just need to let it out, i'm gonna tell ya with a great big shout. Chorus:
The Meaning of Love:
What is love? Is it an actual thing,
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Love and Time
tick, tock, tick, tock... stop and look at him tock...
for the keeper of time is a ticking, ticking, ticking...
if he were to stop that would be the end of a clock...
because he would stop a clicking, clicking, clicking...
time and love, the food and drink of the soul,
they are the ones that keep me right and whole,
my love of a girl, and the passing of time,
the only things that hold me to this rhyme,
for without love and time the world wouldn't be the same,
because they are the essence of our name...
Love and Time,