Devon McElveen
Devon McElveen Poems
The woman in the red dress
How I admire thee
How could one walk with such grace
And such beauty?
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As we dream
We are forced to believe
That anything we wish
Can be conceived.
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A young bird leaves the nest,
Searching for his calling.
A calling that has elluded him
While he has resided in his birthplace.
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1 Kilogram of Corruption
1.2 grams of Hatred
3 grams of Government
231 milligrams of Nationalism
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He sits there thinking,
Listening and watching
With eyes and ears
That learn more with each passing.
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My mind feels empty
I must fill it with knowledge
For knowledge is key
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I will meet my fate
As you will yours.
Our lives will wash away
On the earth’s forgotten shores.
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We dare, travel into the darkness of despair?
Continue to try when our limbs grow bare.
This world we see is far from fair.
While they fell around me, it watched and stared.
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So much grief lies under
Her cheery expressions.
I did not know of
The woes she had endured.
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I can finally see my end…
Are those words a man should speak?
Should a man know the date of his demise
Or how his body would suffer?
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There was a girl that I knew, I knew her very well.
She was a strong and beautiful girl, through soul, body and mind.
As much as I knew her, I never thought she knew hell.
She hoped her hell would disappear with time.
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I look through history,
At all of the greats.
I then sort them all
And read only of my race.
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Am I strong enough?
Am I smart enough?
Am I fast enough?
Am I good enough?
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Years it has been, since we have last met eyes.
Do you feel joy in seeing me once more?
I must admit that I've missed you as well.
May I pass some time within your presence?
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Venom spitting from her lips,
Her words filled with rage.
Muscles very tense,
Anger built with age.
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As we move into the unknown
Be wary of the things we may face,
Challenges that may be difficult for us to overcome.
Deeper we move
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Devon McElveen Biography
I was born in Norwalk Hospital in Norwalk, Connecticut on April 3,1993. I started writing in 1st grade when my teacher gave us a writing assignment to see how well we wrote. Most people wrote nursery rhymes, but I wrote a short story of a crime that I had witnessed with my very eyes. My teacher had not seen such writing from a child of my age and I was soon transferred into accademically talented classes. I found that I was a gifted child who could write at the level of middle school pupils. As I grew older, my writing began to stregnthen and I began to write even deeper and leaned into the field of poetry Now, I am continuing to write as a practical way to relieve stress. Hopefully, my hobby will become something that I can pay bills with, and my name will be written into history as one of the best poets of my time. Also, my name, Devon, means poet (Celtic) .)
The Best Poem Of Devon McElveen
Alone
Why do I enjoy this feeling?
Is that really a question?
Do you see the anguish that they have caused?
Do you see the strife?
The terror in their eyes?
The corruption that runs rampant?
Why do they cause war?
What do they fight for?
Is it their morals?
What morals?
Aren’t morals nothing but words thrown away near death?
Why do I live in the dark?
Aren’t the lights so blinding?
Don’t they shed light on our inner truths?
No matter how gruesome or terrifying?
Do you not like the dark?
Doesn’t it rid us of pointless thoughts?
Do you not feel serene here?
Do you not find salvation here?
Aloneness. Is it not a wondrous thing?
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