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I have written poems ever since I was
in 5th Grade. I think it's important for everyone to seek
a creative outlet where they can express their feelings, emotions
and insights about life, love, hope and pain. |
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Love With a Stranger By: Maria Kang April 9, 2005 |
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I'm
a dreamer...everyone knows that about me. . I
dedicate this poem to my future husband . Because in this world....full of cities
and streets I know you'll get excited, when you learn
a new trick. And I know you need arms, when you're livid
and stressed. And I know that you seek love - not because
all people do When she is tired, or when she is stressed |
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My
inspiration ...my beautiful Mother, Caroline Aducayen Kang |
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A
Soldier of LIFE. I feel
that most people 'sell pieces of their soul' by succumbing to
society's pressure's to accumulate whatever
symbolizes success
and beauty. |
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I
am a soldier, a soldier of LIFE. I
am a soldier and I will die trying. I
will demolish their anger, their hatred and lust. |
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A
Prayer for Tsunami I think it's so important to remember that we are all part of the same human family. |
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When one of us dies, a part of us dies
too. For those who had much to give. Whose tears have none to blame. Whose journey's have only begun. |
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Woman Within I have a very intense spirit, with a heart only few people are patient enough to discover. This poem depicts my desire to find authentic people who can find the authenticity inside of me. |
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If only you knew me...You would find what you want. A woman of honor... not just someone to flaunt. A woman of Power... a woman of Pride. A woman of Stature... a woman with Stride. A woman who can command... a crowd in a room. A woman who can outshine... the stars and the moon. If only you knew me...You'd find the woman within. The woman who doesn't care...if she loses or wins. When you finally discover, the woman in me. Only then you will find...how complete you will be. |
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Eternal
Insomnia. I wrote this at 3am...in 20 seconds...I just grabbed a pad of paper next to my bed and tried to manifest on paper, the feelings of anxiety, frustration and most importantly, the hunger for life I often feel inside of me. |
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| When will I rest, when will I rest? When will I past, this life, this test? When will I find why my head cannot sleep? Why my eyes are so open? Why my brain is so deep? When will this eternity of solitude end? When will sadness stop being my friend? When will I wake and see heaven's door? When will I feel no pain, anymore... |
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Broken
Child SometimesI feel like pessimism and negativity try to destroy my spirit often. I am constantly battling trying to find the light in anything...whether it be a personal struggle, a mean person, or an unfamilar place. Most people seem to challenge my faith by killing my 'hope' that things can change, people can change...and that inside everything exists God's fingerprints. This poem describes that ongoing struggle. |
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I am sorry
for being who I am... A girl with a dangerous face. Whose eyes can see the beauty of life... In the darkest and scariest place. Whose soul is open for the world to kill... To Rapture, to Hunt and Destroy. Whose soul can still save the weakest of hearts... In Every boy and girl. I am sorry for being who I am A broken child of fate... A child who still feels that the world is hers- A Beauty she can create. I was a given a world- A world full of hate A world that doesn't want me... A world I know can find rebirth... If they could see the world, that I see. |
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Two
Sides of the SUN I wrote this when I was 15 years old. I was always fascinated by the contradictory events that occur in life. This poem desribes the internal peace I was making with my confusion towards the world. I realized that with every achievement, there is a failure...and with every love there existed hate...this poem was written to reconcile the extremes of both good and evil. |
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As a new born
child... is delivered at birth A wise old lady... is leaving this earth. A beautiful red flower... wonderfully blooms. A beautiful oak tree... is cut down to doom. A feastful Thanksgiving.... thanking God's deeds. Yet a Child somewhere... is starving in need. The Excitement of your new bought car... An Accident occurring somewhere afar... Buying more clothes because your style has passed... A boy's used shoes are not going to last- When there is a good, there is always some bad. When there is a happiness, there is always some sad. When life hands us two lemons....do you know what we do? We don't make lemonade, we complain it's just two. And when we're given lemons, more bigger and tough... We snicker and snare because it's not good enough. As the morning sun... is shining your bed- It's also shining a street kids poor head. As wasted vegetables...are thrown in the trash- A poor hard working farmer is trying to earn some cash. As a teen is yelling... because he has to stay home- An abandoned child is crying alone. As a happy young baby...learns how to walk- A paralyzed old man can barely talk. As kids rebell...because their parents show care- Other kids are hiding, from abusive parents so scared. There is a point... when war comes to a halt. There is an answer... when no one's at fault. There is a moment... when night meets day. There is a truce... when a cat and dog plays. There is a day... when two enemies forgive... These are the times... we should look for....and Live. |
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The Power of
One |
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I often wonder
why my heart seeks to know you... The Endless Road I wrote this poem in 1996 when I was 16 years old. In highschool, I was very reticent and was very 'curious' as to why people acted the way they did. I fondly remember reading psychology books during lunch time to satiate my thirst for that knowledge. Living in a body of a teenager, I don't know much I can do... Trying hard to be accepted, vigorously I compete. Confused and depressed…in my mind I begin a war. But there's something in my mind, something I'm sure I know... I learn as I grow older, I learn and wonder throughout… I want to be remember, I want to leave my name. Living in a body of a teenager…I don't know what much I can do-
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Your Life Seed. |
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Kids are our Future.
This is our new generation of Americans: my Nephew and Niece: Tahjai
and Danielle Ringo. |
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Copyright
© 2005 Maria Kang. All Rights Reserved. |
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