Hiya everybody, Moat here. And you all may have noticed that I haven't really been contributing much in the way of literature recently. But who can blame me? You wouldn't be writing stories or poems online either, if you were buried in as much homework as I am. *sigh*. But now I have decided it is time to kick my lazy butt into gear once again. So, without further ado, I present to you the poem that I would have submitted to the Poetry Contest, if I wasn't the new judge. The theme is Our Environment.
Take a look around What do you see? Or listen to the sound Of falling trees You ask what's happening? Only everything
The earth is falling down Melting away, we will drown Coming closer every day But still all we can say Is that it's okay... And so we stay!
Look at our environment A shattered testament Of how we've been blind Just standing in line Waiting, watching Doing nothing
And soon it will break So for all of our sakes' Stand up, go green Shout out, make it clean Don't submit to violence To break through the silence
Just scream it And make your voice heard We're saving the birds And the trees And the pandas and these Who can't speak for themselves So tear down those shelves Put up a fight And all of the world will remember this night As the night we all heard... "ENVIRONMENT WILL SAVE THE WORLD!"
Hey, not very good, but not too awful. Not necessarily what I believe, but hey, it works doesn't it? So, I would like some constructive criticism.
Are Priuses green cars or something? I'm sorry, I'm not really up to date on this sort of thing. I dunno why you'd specifically relate going "green" to Priuses, but OK. I mean, you could think solar panels or something.
I'm not a tree hugger. I hug cacti. There aren't trees in Utah, there's cacti. xP. P.S.-Why is it all my friends' ambition to make up silly nicknames for me? Moatsy?
Nice message, although it's out of rhythm in most places. Rather erratic. With some refinement, it would work. Fo sho.
I dun like refinement. I was actually thinking about this as, like, a Rise Against song or something. So the rhythm in my head doesn't really match with the poem lol.
You get 6th place, right in front of me. Nuclear devastation probably wasn't so good. But hell, it's different. Along the same lines as yours, though.
You're not the judge. I'm the one with the shiny new gavel, see? Just kidding. Thanks.
