Final Paper

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It has come, Judgement Day,
I, like all, get up, and prepare,
There is no running away,

Pen and Pencil in hand,
I go to my exam class,
To make my final stand,


I see faces happy and sad,
Final paper, in my hand,
I think, an omen good or bad,


Like gas, tension in the air,
It all could violently blow,
With just a flare,


Sweat trickling down my face,
I think, "Will I get It!?",
The grade that I chase,


I shall do my best,
Because, I'm a fighter,
I leave on God the rest,


That in mind, the test, I take,
I promise myself that my,
Determination shall not shake,


Small Explanation- This Poem "Final Paper" describes the emotion a student goes through, on the day of his Final Exam(He/She considers the day's severity with Judgement Day). The state of turmoil his mind is in is described in this poem, along with some other elements, I Hope you enjoyed this poem,


Thank You.

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So Alone...

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Shadows in the dark,
Presence just as stark,

Like Needle in a hay stack,
Stormy night, Broken Shack,

A lavish bar,of a hotel,
Sits a drink-less bottle,

Sits a lonely black jack,
In a faceless card stack,

Friendship is a lone ship to me,
A drowning ship in the open sea,




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Rain's Message

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Oh!, beautiful rain,
Here you are again,

Using clouds to sing your sermon,
I wonder, whether a good or bad omen,


You make sounds, with clouds, big and small,
Incomprehensible sound, but heard by all,


Your wind sweeps through every through every window and corner,
You are forever boundless, from race, culture, and border, 


With cold water, you catch our attention, and bring us out,
Trying to convey your message, you shout and shout,


But, all you get are amazed faces,
Faces oblivious to your messages,


With wind in my face, drops in my hair, and your sound in my ears,
I wonder, how and why?, your message has been unheard of for many years,


Regardless, what we all wish for,
is that you will visit us once more,




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