24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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 😊😊😊
“Fluffy clouds,
In the sky,
How many forms do you take?
Oh, fluffy clouds,
Every year you cry,
Bringing us rain and water,
Filling our rivers and lakes to the brim.
Oh, fluffy clouds,
Please don’t be angry with us,
Your anger brings us floods and devastation,
You break our dams and make our rivers overflow.
Oh, fluffy clouds,
Please don’t ignore us,
Your ignorance brings us droughts, and so much more,
You take all our water and kill our plants.
Oh, fluffy clouds,
Always be fluffy
Red, yellow, and blue,
We see colours everywhere;
Colourful empire.
“A beautiful lady wearing black drapes,
As though she’d just visited a funeral;
In front of a natural background,
She sits majestically,
Like a lion its den;
Her face so radiant,
She attracts moths
The perfect example of elegance and class,
In a very mysterious fashion.”
“A mouse woke up bit-by-bit,
And decided to become fit.
It filled its water bottle to the brim,
And headed off to its local gym.
There it got chased and beaten by an old lady with a stick.”
Disclaimer: This poetry contains melancholy, and depressing content.
“Sailing through the cosmos,
In the ship of stars,
My life illuminated,
By a few plastic lights,
And distant stars,
Never did I once think,
My life would end, in such a melancholy way,
But because of one mutiny,
My whole crew dead,
And my life crippled;
There is nothing to do,
Besides to wait and watch my clock, tick its last tock;
Not a visible destination,
A thousand light years ahead of me.
And every night as I lay down to sleep;
I think to myself if I’ll wake up the next day,
But every day I am disappointed,
As I start another day,
In this big metal can.”
“In the early morning,
As I walked into my balcony,
I was met, by a cold gust of wind,
And a thousand different sounds:
Birds chirping, crows cawing, dogs barking,
And as I sat on my bamboo swing set,
My eyes were met, by a cold, grey sky,
But my heart yearned for the sun,
And as time went on,
I could see the grey sky melt into blue;
As the Sun rose slowly, and majestically,
I could already feel, the warmth of the day rush into me,
Along with hope and excitement for the day.
Hello everybody, my name is Double-AA-battery, I am 11 years old. I currently live with my mother, and grandparents, in Chennai, India. I love English, I don’t know why, but I just do. During the the 2020 lockdown I decided to start a blog site where I upload my poems weekly: https://doubleaabattery47546474.wordpress.com/.