james ivan, 13 october 2012
Stars look like the little warriors of the night sky
While the moon is the queen, so big and high
They all dance to universe’s rhythm as they fly
But still bring hurricanes of peacefulness, oh why
No one knows why, no one knows why
Together with deafening silence, oh my
james ivan, 28 april 2012
Peeta Mellark is my name
I don't need fame
Nor a title to claim
Not until the Hunger Games
I am known as the son of the baker
Near the District 12 square
I can carry heavy bags of flour
But I don't think this can bring me far
I was chosen on the public Reaping
To become a tribute like Katniss Everdeen
Who volunteered, also just sixteen
She also study on the school I am in
Aside from being tribute partner
I also know her a little deeper
We were five but I still remember
When I saw her in school with her mother
She has a good voice, I admit
And the mockingjays sing with it
She's good in hunting, everyone knows it
Because we buy her games so we can eat meat
At the parade, we wore special attire
I was then known as the boy on fire
And in the interview, I admitted my love for her
She hates it; she doesn't think it's fair
I got eight in front of the Gamemakers
She got eleven, what she did, I wonder
But I think it doesn't matter
Because everyone knows she's better
james ivan, 28 april 2012
I need someone who cares
My secrets can be shared
That's what I want to find
One with ears to lend
My scars he can mend
You're in my mind
Oh I don't know how when will I find
A best friend of a kind
Oh how can you forget?
And so now I regret
And my heart aches now
You left me in my blues
I don't have any clue
You betrayed me, how?
All the memories we shared, the fun things we had
I miss them all so bad
james ivan, 28 april 2012
I am Katniss Everdeen
A sweet but fierce girl of sixteen
I live in District 12, poorest as it seems
And in an area we call the Seam
I am also an excellent hunter
I am a good knife-thrower and archer
And Gale Hawthorne is my hunting partner
Because with one another, we always feel better
I lost my father in a mine explosion
So I don't have other option
But to take care of my family alone
Because my mother left us for so long
One very cold night I remember
While I was in front of the baker's
A boy threw bread for me and my sister
I ran towards home thereafter
We live in peace until the public Reaping
Where my sister's name was drawn, Primrose EverdeenT
hough chances for her are slim
So I volunteered, heroic as it seems
At the parade, I wore special attire
So I was nicknamed the Girl On Fire
And in the interview, I wore a gown
That looks like fire when I twirl around
These were designed by my stylist Cinna
Together with Flavius, Venia and Octavia
My costume always matches with Peeta
Because of his stylist Portia
I got eleven in front of the Gamemakers
To be star-crossed lovers, we were ordered
The first volunteer of District 12 ever
These things brought me the greatest danger
james ivan, 7 february 2012
Living in a special place called home
The smallest unit of society known
These are the definitions of family alone
But it is deeper than what is already known
To a group of people, it is a special bond
And they always give each other a helping hand
In a family, true love can always be found
That makes them sturdy as stone when together they stand
In times of troubles when you are alone
And you’re searching for someone to lean on
Do not think of any other option
Except for your kin that’s with you all along
But there’s always a storm after the calm
A lot of trials and challenges still come
That you can defeat and even overcome
If your family will only act as one
So all of us should always remember
That everyone can give love to each other
But a family will be a family forever
Through thick and thin, will always stick together
james ivan, 7 february 2012
The black sky covers
The Earth with arms so tender
Moon serves as mother
To stars that shine and flicker
And all fall into slumber
james ivan, 7 february 2012
I'm the Man in the Moon
I'll be coming home soon
This place is not for me to live
I'll be home for sure, believe
As I look at the stars
I remember the scars
That the past has brought to me
So until now I'm lonely
james ivan, 8 january 2012
There are many heroes we know
They are ready to fight their foes
To save us wherever we go
But today we have new heroes
They are really kind as they show
We call them teacher as we know
They are extraordinary
They don’t hide their identities
They use chalk as weapons daily
To train the youth of our country
And also guide everybody
To build better community
They are known as second parents
Of their very treasured students
As saviors, they are omniscient
And aim for our development
They may also serve as our strength
In all trials we underwent
They have many abilities
That can help us immediately
Through our heart, they can always see
And comfort us when we’re lonely
They can make us fly and feel free
To eliminate our worries
But superheroes also face
Lots of problems and some disgrace
We can help them in many ways
In any place and any day
Just like the way they always trace
Reasons why we feel out of place
Teachers can also be mothers
A companion or a preacher
They are people we’ll remember
Because of being together
And memories with each other
That I will treasure forever
james ivan, 8 january 2012
There are many things we search for
Treasure, love, family, especially world peace
But is peace merely absence of wars?
Or it can be felt daily by everyone
The moon shines brilliantly
Over the silent wonders of Earth
All the creatures are hold still
And it was a very calm night
As we can see, a night in the town
Portrays the peace we all look for
Because after all the trials we faced
Nighttime is still a serene and peaceful time
james ivan, 4 january 2012
A promise is a miraculous word
One word! One life and even one world
Can be changed by a simple promise
Because many hearts will be happy and pleased
For people pledge but can't do what they promise
But are trusted by many, at least
Because their words are as sweet and deliciousas honey
That it may sometimes sound funny
Everyone expects everything expect-able
From the said promises simple
So you gotta be careful on what you say
You gotta be careful on what you say
- This is a poem using six figures of speech namely: Repetition, Antithesis, Alliteration, Anastrophe, Anaphora and Imagery
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