Okira's Creative Poetry Page


My definition of poetry...
Poetry, to me, can be many many things. I feel that poetry is when you use words in any way to try and express feelings or emotions. Poetry wouldn't be words trying to explain something. For example, it wouldn't be a newspaper article. A newspaper article only gives the reader the facts and details. Poetry goes beyond the facts. I think that the lyrics to a love song would be an example of poetry. A love song shows feeling and thoughts. Even the words "I love you" can be used as poetry. Poetry can even be an object, as long as you can say how you feel about the object or what the object expresses.


Poem about the painting "The Scream" by Edward Munch

The Thoughts of a Mysterious Man



I look at a mysterious man
The man looks back at me
I think he is weird and lost
But is this really what I see?

I go inside his thoughts
He feels like a fourteen year old boy
His life is spinning around and around
He knows as much as a plastic little toy.
The sky turns into dark splattered paint
The whole world is very mean
The sky even cries out,"You will pay the consequences for all that you've done"
This is the worse thing I've ever seen
The man, he feels afraid and alone
But I know just how he feels
How he wishes he had a place to call home
Unfortunately, nothing can help him heal

This man, he doesn't know what to do with his life
What he has done in the past is far beyond wrong
Now all he wants is to fight and scream
Just like in a heart-breaking love song
"Boy, 4, is Killed By Bus in Queens" The New York Daily News (May 17,2001) Summary~
A four year old boy named Wahaid Afghani was killed on May 16,2001 when he was hit by a bus. The boy was with his family at their family store called "Best Price Discount" in Queens when the boy just decided to run out. He darted out of the store, without watching where he was going, and a bus accidently hit him. Wahaid's twelve year old sister, Reena, tried to catch him before going out of the store but was too late. She saw it when her brother was crashed between the bus' front tire and wheel. Mohammed, Wahaid's uncle, got to see his nephew's face right after he was killed. Pantelis Kapsalis, the bus driver, says he is very depressed and apologizes for what he did. Wahaid's family is very sad. Mohammed said he was a fun little boy. But, he never wanted to listen to adults.
Poem about the article, "Boy, 4, is Killed By Bus in Queens"~

Wahaid...Rest in Peace


A bus killed a four year old boy
He can't play anymore with his toys
Just a few days ago a boy was killed
Now he has no more life to build

Wahaid...rest in peace

"I'm sorry" is all the bus driver can say
He did it by accident...he's shocked, upset, depressed
Like a person of young age, there's nothing more he can do

Wahaid...rest in peace

There's nothing Wahaid's family can really say
All they have are memories and to sit down and pray
It's no one's fault Wahaid is dead
This is why nothing can really be said...except...

Wahaid...rest in peace

The little boy didn't get to reach the age of seven
But now he's in a better place, heaven
We'll all remember to be very kind
And keep Wahaid in our mind

Wahaid...rest in peace

Teddy Bear Lamp


My teddy bear lamp, the top looks like a bowl
The bottom, it looks like a smooth plate
When you touch the bottom, it feels sort of cold
But for some reason, reminds me of the horror movies I hate

I remember when I touched the bulb and got burned
The bulb was too too hot
But the lesson it taught me was very well learned
And I still love this lamp a lot

My friends, what spooky stories they'd tell
I couldn't wait until they were done
"Stop it! Stop it!" is all I could yell
Then at night my lamp would say "turn me on"

My mommy would say "You're a big girl"
But there's just something she didn't see
How could I not live with this lamp anymore?
It was my comfort and always there for me

So now I'm older and can sleep with the light off
And this is completely fine
I am steel and very tough
But this lamp will always be mine

The Beach


As I stepped on the beach,
the soft, goldish shimmering sand held my feet.
The beautiful, yellow shining star followed my every step
just like a good shadow.
Because of this I knew that I was in some way safe.
The moody waves would try and take me in to the roaring water creature
whenever I went anywhere near it.
When I slowly walked away,
the angry waves would calm down like a crying baby given it's bottle.
The sea gulls would scream at me,
telling me to leave.
When I'd eat and leave crumbs on the glowing sand,
the ugly flying creatures would eat them up.
As I'd slowly come near the waves again,
it would try to pull me into it's heart.
Afterwards, when I was in it's heart,
the mouth would open and pull me under.
But I would look up to my shadow
and know I was stronger.
The sea would open it's mouth
and let me out into freedom,
Where the shimmering, charming sand
would accept me once again.

Ten Questions That Are Hard to Answer:

1.)Why is no one exactly the same, besides the fact that everyone's genes are different?
2.)Why is there never complete peace in the world?
3.)Why is there jealousy?
4.)Why is there life?
5.)Why can we tell what happened in the past but not the future?
6.)Why can't people live forever?
7.)Why do we need love?
8.)Why are there other planets if people can't live in them at the moment?
9.)Why is there pain, emotionally and physically?
10.)Why can we only live in the present and not go back in time or into the future?

No One's the Same Because...


No one's the same because...
A world with no differences would be very lame
We would look like barbie dolls in a toy store
We'd all get bored if everyone was the same
What would it be worth living for?

No one's the same because...
Who would we marry and who would we love?
What would we learn from eachother?
To find these things would be very tough
Life would just be a bother

No one's the same because...
We'd all be geniuses and know the littlest things
We'd have nothing to do and bore ourselves to death
There'd be nothing left to to learn and we'd know what life brings
Would there be anything for us to do left?

No one's the same because...
The world would turn upside down
Soon enough, everyone would have a frown
Every breathing thing would be very very sad
Good things would go very very bad

...And that is why no one is the same