Mystical Angels

Read and judge for yourself, could these poems have been written by a 15, 16 year old?

NEVER BE PEACE (Written 8/8/07) The only answer To absolute peace Is buried in war Which brings terror to humanity! If the world Was bestowed With absolute peace, Yes, we shall have no conflicts But abolished will the basic humane instinct or privilege To revolt & question evil authority As souls quietly perish By men of evil hiding beneath the wings of harmony For absolute peace Won’t put good in men’s hearts Rather, it would give them courage To chase renegade, Committing heinous crimes In a world utopia Where men hardly question, act Nor shed a tear Thus giving evil liberty As world's citizens delay to act Leading the world into a pitfall For they lack strength to heed the humanist call. So to prevent this crisis, The road To absolute peace Is hidden where humane hearts dread! 2 weeks ago 3RD Rock Valley(Written 1/4/08) In the mare valley of wink, I bore witness to the heavens close; giant plates far from meek assembled to one to trap the foe For precious were us, that his queen valley he gave but our stabs of Corday left her a dead Marat. So with no linger of shame that his queen we defame, his heavens he closed with intent the sham´er dwell in the mist she rot. Then I un-winked to see wrongs mounted on thy steed to blasphemy in recoil for thy meed by the tongues of thy deed, soon to leave 3rd rock valley closed. 2 weeks ago Tyrant (Written 12/20/07) We sat them in the dark Swallowed the key to knowledge, Bounded them to home To pluck the fruits we bore. But as the tyrant made his mark The world fell from sage, And the one bounded to home Handed knowledge, could bring back the days of yore. The bounded did ask But at a knock deliver the message, Olympe’s head rolled home For to rule wasn’t the rightful chore But fear was behind the mask, Fear for if knowledge Did come, The tyrant’s image would sore For as virtue knows no knack The world is due for change Not by some, But all who dwell in its core. 2 weeks ago Ides of March (Written 1/5/08) What shall I compare to thee? Thou art fairest All hearts faint at decree Of thy name and breast. Thou beam the top of happy hours With smile worthy of regalia Scent of rosy flowers That linger in the farthest of Ithaca. In thy eyes and words, thou love But thy stare & words beguile For men’s happy does thy love remove Aching misery from every angle. Beware her ambitions lay of harsh For thy love lead the Ides of March 2 weeks ago Bitter Blonde (Written 1/14/08) The smile that bore the sun, Bore the fruits of her anger, While the rat that feast upon her corn At peace she found and let linger. The wishful greetings and praises She buried as taunt, In mist of amazing graces For doom she fought, Taking happy a foe For constant were days of misery Leaving bitter her soul In strength, to fight days weary But thy heart does bleed with cries For happy, in bitter hours 2 weeks ago Days of yore (Ain’t no love) (Written 1/21/08) Feast upon the days of yore, The screams you howled The strikes upon your face The tears you bled, The ego that stumbled from grace Leaving your soul at mirror sour Aching for mercy, But thou love his gaze, So the strikes Thou dismiss As orthodox affection Refusing echo, in fear of apostasy But sick of the marks you bore, Thou chased the dove, Only to fall for the mask Drawn by the wicks of love So my arms you leave, but all I ask; Feast upon the days of yore 2 weeks ago Drunken Beauty (1/23/08) At drunk equilibrium Must’ve been my gaze For thou looked queen Regalia worthy of praise. But as sheep be of wisdom Sober my eyes found And away with thy crown My drunken gaze crowned Leaving disgust at each sight With pure ridicule at the pedestal My eyes then dim-wit Deemed hideous crystal. At judgment, failing to realize Some beauty drunk my eyes first! 2 weeks ago M.L.K TRIBUTE (written 1/20/07) Admired and adored as an African, Before beslaved by Crude consciences coasting. Destroying divine dedication, Especially extirpating everyone encouraging Freedom, fighting furiously, fatally for fellow Gentlemen granted God given Happiness hindered heinously. Instead, ignorant inked individuals Jargonized justice, justifying K.K.K killings knowingly, Legally licensing liars. Miraculously, minds maneuvered mimicking Minerva Navigating Negroes neutering nonviolence. Outcrying, organized obviously oppressed Peoples, previously prisoned, Questionably quarantined. Relentlessly rumbled, raving, raging racists. Slaved, successfully saved, silently slained Telling true tales. Undeniably united, U.S underhanded Verbally vocalized vivid visions. Would willing wine with wicked whites within *Xeres. Yielding youths yearning ZION. * A town in Australia famous for its wine. 2 weeks ago The unorthodox die (Written 2/16/07) “Great men hardly die peacefully.”- Charles Onyewuchi In many minds The world is better left As it is, Given the horrors of our past. Thus men who push for change Along with pioneers With unorthodox Thinking, practices and beliefs Are most at risk Of meeting an early grave. For we as a society Dread to stray Away From the norm- “our reality” Which justifies why great figures Like M.L.K, Jesus and Socrates All met death, For each either pushed for change Or bore beliefs and ideals Premature for their time. Thence in an attempt to protect “reality” We eliminate them, Only to again ponder the good Of walking the road they had envisioned. 2 weeks ago B4 I go (Written 3/2/08) Fly, Fly, Flay away to the heavens Tell the skies to tear And the stars To fear Leave of pot of gold On the chick And tear for me Under the tree Tap the drums of harmony And dance the dance Of misery Missing no beat Wear the eyes Of the fortune teller And tell me what thou see, What thou see clear Glare in the mirror of fate And plead for peace, Tell the prince of the night Not to dagger the yearns of the old Alas, tell the mother That she did fine And the heavens do thank The feast of greatness they wine….

Public Comments

1. It could've been. I mean, even though they are young still, they still have talent. Like, SE Hinton wrote "The Outsiders" when she was 16. Its truly amazing how talented some people are.
2. I like tyrant and Ides of March. Tyrant rox my sox!
3. Yeah, especially if they read alot. I'm younger than that, and while my poems aren't that good, they probably will be by the time I'm that age. I guess that sounds a little like I'm bragging. I wasn't trying to.
4. Yes. Good for a freshman/sophomore/junior in high school... But while I was in high school many of the poetry club members wrote things quite similar. If someone has a gift for language it doesn't magically manifest when they turn 21.