Idol WorshipA smog is rising that manyIdol Worship by NathanielFlyingOwl
Have grown unwilling to address
An all-consuming pandemic
All have seen but refuse to know
America's idol worship
A Canadian teenager
With quite a loose definition
Of art and musical talent
Has swept the nation and the world
Hormones of shallow twelve-year-olds
Propelled him to fame and fortune
After a couple years have passed
His ego take control and we
Interrupt our politicians
To freak out about his arrest
A Taliban assailant shoots
A fifteen-year old in the face
Simply because she advocates
The education of women
Something most American girls
All too often take for granted
Instead of praising her courage
The American populous
Keeps its focus on the tween star
Most don't even know she exists
What kind of nation is this
When we concern ourselves only
with spoiled brats acting like dumb thugs
And ignore those who are striving
To cast a light in this dark world
Yearns To PersistIn a forest in deepest wildernessYearns To Persist by NathanielFlyingOwl
A tiger strides in stealth
Always alert, always majestic...
But with fear in heart...
Fear of loneliness, fear of coming death
For an age is coming, to die...
But the strength keeps him alive, the strength of the tiger
...Is the desperation to live
To live as long and as well as one can
The desire to persist and to thrive at all costs
In feast and in famine, in peace and in trial
He yearns to persist...
In the vicious cycle of eternity, he breathes, for life...
For survival, till the end, of our times.
Iambic TetrameterThe nightmares tear asunder hopeIambic Tetrameter by NathanielFlyingOwl
And shadows black with fervor grope
Within my heart so dark and cold
Within my spirit grown so old
Can I still witness light as it-
As well with with fervor strives to keep
My tried and tested faith from sleep
And give my weakened spirit grit?
AsphyxiaI tend not to dwell,Asphyxia by chronicbetchface
For it never serves me well.
When breaths lead to deaths,
And thoughts get you lost,
What better way to relapse,
When you are bound to collapse.
You are not your mind.
You are not resilience.
You are not prominence.
You are nothing, but ignorance.
When lies lead to knives,
With all those stolen lives,
Who will catch you when you fall?
You've clearly done it all.
I do not wish to know,
How to be the lowest low.
I do not wish to be,
Something other than me.
I wish to kill the silence;
This never-ending violence.
A nature poet passionate about zoology and indigenous American studies and eager to make friends. My biggest influence is Robert Frost, but I also love Langston Hughes, Sherman Alexie, Simon Ortiz, Joy Harjo, and William Wordsworth|
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