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Some say she wished to much, some say she wished to long.
But all she really wished, was to wish that she was gone.
She wished she could leave all those terrible themes, that kept her away from her most wanted dreams. Her name was Cassandra, she was a slave. She was worked to the bone, but was still very brave. She slept on rugs by night, she worked for thugs by day. She has flowers by her window and that was ok. Once, she was little at the the age of five, when she found a small journal by an old bee hive. She wrote in it by day, she wrote in it by night. She wrote stroies about dragons, and kindly brave nights. She helped bugs and insects when ever she could, especially when she got firewood. But her own fears and her many tears, someday changed when she was whisked away. Into a tunnel, into a train, into the sand and onto a land. When sunshine hit she could finally see, that life was beginning, and for once she was free.
- by Michael_Jacksons_girl16 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/12/2009 |
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- Title: Free
- Artist: Michael_Jacksons_girl16
- Description: This is a poem about the underground railroad.
- Date: 01/12/2009
- Tags: free
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Comments (3 Comments)
- X_screaming-rainbows_X - 02/24/2009
- i still lve it ^^
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- Unknown_Purple_Ninja16 - 02/23/2009
- Slave poem right? Underground railroad? Amazing and i love the ending the best. You rock.
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- littleblackcat3 - 01/22/2009
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I really like poems that rhyme...they just make me happy.
I like this poem a lot, but if you don't mind, I have a small bone to pick. I think that this line
"Into a tunnel, into a train, into the sand and onto a land."
has soooo much potential, and it is my opinion that you are a wonderful writer capable of making it so much more. However, you may like the poem as it is, and I still like it. If you chose to change it or not, it was still very good work. - Report As Spam