Hey I'm Johno, I'm 19 living in Kent, England. I mainly compose powerful, relatable poetry and short prose. Follow me!
The worst pain is not from the dagger in your back, But from look of your close friend as they stab you. The worst pain is not from failing a group exam, But from your friends passing and you don't.
The worst pain in this world is that of a dagger in your back which smells like the work of your closest ally's..
The silent spectator always there, The nurse, the cook, the carer so rare. The merciful protector so peacefully present, The emergency operator never hesitant.
Poetry should release a man of many symptoms, Or give him hope during grief. Poetry should light the halls of silence With its warm engaging glow never brief.
The best poems are those which speak to you from beyond the authors mind, where people can relate, feel and love every written word.
In a Kingdom so well built and fair, The streets filled and the dungeons bare. Were the houses were made from the finest stone, By hardy people, sweat, blood and bone.
A strange sight was spotted on the north coast, Where the boatman would settle and boast Of the sights they have seen on this damp autumn night. What indeed was this strange sight.
The night hosted a fight by a tavern In old Denmark called the Gasping Dragon. In the brawl were two women of similar class, One was a farmer, held an amulet of brass.
All stood quiet on the western Gladeer Moors, Apothecaries stood with various cures. Percival De Morville was the strongest commander All his tales told had no slander.
Open the sea was, to the sailors delight The air was clean and the wind light, A COOK there was, hard at work Arranging the barrels where the rats did lurk Rocking to and fro the ship danced Shipmen...
I fear that in my generation, mankind will grow out of control, Overcrowding and violence will be its fall.