“A sentient creature,
Full of life and joy,
I love my laptop.”
Double-AA-battery
Double-AA-battery
I am a 13 year old boy from India and I love writing poetry!!!I It's a funny story, how I started writing poems. I forgot to do my Homework one day and as a reprimand my English Teacher asked me to write a poem on Butterflies. I scribbled something in my notebook and turned it in to her. She loved it and went on to publish it in our school Annual Magazine. And that's how I got into poetry 😊😊😊
Blue River
“I slowly stare at the blue water rushing by,
As I sit down and dip my toes in the cold river,
And the river keeps flowing unconcerned,
Eventually I gently ease myself into the river,
And bathe in its refreshing cold water,
I feel the weight of the modern day,
Slowly lifted off my back,
As I fall in love with the flowing water.”
The Unconcerned Lion
“Past the river, and through the jungle,
There lives a lion,
In its den,
It prowls around at the mouth of its cave,
Circling the air as if it’s trying to catch invisible prey.
It never hunts nor leaves it cave,
But sits around lazily,
Waiting for its mate to bring home the food.
At first glance it may seem menacing,
But the lazy lion,
Will attack nothing but the air in the sky.
As days go on it hides in its cave,
Refusing to test the waters,
The unconcerned Lion,
Does nothing but sit and yawn.”
Hello Everyone!
My name is Double-AA-battery, and I am 12 years old. This is is my second time participating in the 24 Hour Poetry Marathon. I had a lot of fun participating in the last marathon, I’m back for round 2!
Hour 12: Walking through the night
“As I was walking by the street,
At night,
I saw a car zoom past me,
Not knowing who I was,
Not knowing why I was there,
To them, I was just another passing stranger,
They glanced at,
Through the corner of their eye,
While going a 100 mph.,
I stopped, and thought what could have been,
If they had stopped their car for some reason,
Maybe we could have been friends,
Maybe, we could have been more than that,
I thought to myself blushing,
It’s best not to think about it,
I thought,
I shrugged,
And continued walking through the night.
Hour 11: The Ocean
“In an ocean so huge,
We lie so tiny.
The ocean churns,
Like a fruit in a smoothie,
With storms so violent,
Waves rise and crash,
Back into the ocean,
Yielding no mercy,
To the unlucky.
The ocean is merely,
A big pot of soup,
With landmasses as its croutons,
And life its garnish,
But one day,
The big pot of soup,
Will be devoured,
And will be yielded no mercy,
As it once,
Yielded none.
Hour 10: The Crows and Rooks
“Crows and rooks are rather clever birds,
Forever discriminated, as stupid and gratuitous,
Because of their colour,
Yet, I fail to see how their colour,
Defines their worth,
For they are incredible specimens,
And are far from being redundant.
Hour 9: Magic
“Magic is wondrous,
But ’tis just an illusion,
Abra-Cadabra
Hour 8: Books
“There is nothing better in this world,
Than a good book,
For one good book,
Can keep readers hooked on for hours,
Like fish,
Caught in a fisherman’s net,
Only, here the fish are the readers,
And the net, the the enthralling book.
A good book,
Is one of knowledge, and conflict,
The perfect blend of the 2 results,
In an enthralling book.
Hour 7: Christmas
“Christmas is the one day, all is merry,
The whole family, gathers together,
Opening gifts,
Sharing stories,
On Christmas all is merry and well.
No bad thoughts,
No bad moments,
No bad feelings,
No anger,
No disputes,
None of this is, allowed on Christmas.
The joy of giving, during Christmas,
Is unlike any other joy in the world,
For that is why, Christmas is also called, the day of giving.
Enjoy Christmas,
The one day all is merry and well,
The one day all is merry and well.