Fane Oat

Fane Oat Poems

I got mixed up with the wrong gang,
They smoked Marijuana and said lots of slang.
I said ‘sure, ’ just to be cool,
But now you know, that I was a fool.
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You will never be alone,
God is always there.
You will never be alone,
With God there is no despair.
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How is a first kiss, so special and true?
If you know that there will be many after?
Different lips, of shapes and sizes,
I can’t take my first kiss from you.
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A pure white stallion, in a crowded pen,
Whipped to submission by hating men.
No longer wild and free.
No longer happy you see.
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Snow falling on the ground,
Little white flakes to be found.
Lift your head to the sky,
And watch the snow zippin’ by.
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I tried so hard, to be my best,
To be popular like all the rest.
They stampeded through the halls, like wild Mustangs,
I wanted so much, to be part of their gang.
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A hoard of dreams, lost in dispair.
It really seems like nobody cares.
The trouble and pain to be a dreamer,
Is even more than to be a schemer.
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Everyone screams, ‘Yay! Yay!
Hallelujah, it’s a Snow Day! ’
Hot Chocolate, dripping down our chins.
Forgetting about all our sins.
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As a symbol of love to always be,
The Petal is indeed a Mystery.
All together, a romantic rose,
But alone, this flower shows.
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I fall into beat with you,
steadily, steadily.
As we move along.
My body is close to yours,
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I keep trying to be my best.
Fighting, pushing, like the rest.
Then I hit the floor,
Since I can’t go on any more.
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12.

I used to think you felt the same way,
now I know you don't.
When you smiled at me that day,
I surely thought we were meant together.
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Fane Oat Biography

My name is Fane Oat, yes, I know I have a crappy last name, so call me Fane. I am eleven years old, and considered slightly harsh. Some people say I was meant to sing and dance, but I don't agree. I will stick with writing and poetry. I have been known to have quite a temper, but then again, who doesn't? Mine roars like the flames of hell, dancing across a now golden sky. I love horses, but at my age, that isn't unusual.)

The Best Poem Of Fane Oat

Being Cool

I got mixed up with the wrong gang,
They smoked Marijuana and said lots of slang.
I said ‘sure, ’ just to be cool,
But now you know, that I was a fool.
I was trying to be popular, as you can see,
I knew I shouldn’t of done it, I guarantee.
Now I’m sitting in my sullen grave,
Letting out tears, for I am depraved.
Throughout my very last days, I had a world of pain,
‘Cause smoking was ‘cool, ’ but damaged your brain.
So all them youngsters, ‘round about,
Please don’t smoke, you can do fine without.
It’s a sad habit, that none of us should possess.
So when the time comes, don’t say ‘Yes! ’

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