Poetry project 2017

I found this "All Ages" poetry contest form Poetry Institute of Canada and I submitted my 5 best poems to it through email.























Do you remember

When your hair curled in like a dandelion ring
We smiled brighter than the North Star
Do you still remember the days in the Spring
When we sat near the tulip sea
Can you please be my one and only for eternity
And sweetie please still love me when I am on the wheel chair
We made promises under the blue sky
We shared memories before we die
When you said you would always love me
Think about us when we were in Hawaii
The water sparkled like a chandelier
Time was frozen
That’s when you kissed me

Live Love Laugh

Live because it is a precious gift given from God

A chance to feel the sudden wind on a hot sunny day

To listen to the strong beat played by the rain and lightning

A chance to Love the important ones

Love because life is different for everyone

To experience different perspective and values

To share the same excitement and problems

A way to make your love ones laugh

Laugh because laughing is contagious

To make the people around you happy

To make the world a better place for everyone

A reason for people for live

Punishment

                                 

Can we please go back to what we used to be?

To when we first looked into each other’s eyes

To the moment we smiled under the shimmering stars

I remember the scent of your perfume

When I was wrapped up in your tender arms

Under the canopy of the old cedar

The empty seat

I endured the pain of loneliness as punishment

Come back, I beg you

To cut open the blinds that block your zealous love

Enjoy this supper accompanied with the brief candles

And look at me for one last time

I never got a chance to say goodbye

From far away I seek forgiveness

Gregory Yu, 17, Open Ages "All Ages" Poetry Contest

What's your story

Life is a timer

A freight train that brings us to our terminals

Fierce and ruthless

Nothing can stop this divine waterfall

If you were to reach your station tomorrow,

Would you still be working for next month’s hydro bill?

Life is short

It is a book with limited pages

And we are the writers who make them worth reading

We create stories through adventures

Not through meaningless labor

Visit the peak of Himalayan

Or break the world record of doing the most push ups

Just anything! Anything that worth remembering

You don’t know when your pen will run out of ink

So write as many stories before its too late.

Beware of the monster under your bed

This eight-legged monster lives under your beds

Devious and cunning

It drains your energy whenever your are close

During late night

It haunts you with horrendous thoughts that keep you awake

Sometimes it may annoy you with cheesy song lyrics

In your dream

It camouflaged as the bully you wanted to avoid at school

Or the computer that malfunctioned before you get your work saved

When it’s early in the morning

It restrains you with its resilient tentacles

Pulling you back until you faint again

It has needles that can penetrate through your skin

Cursing your performance throughout the day

If you stay up late or are lazy

Slain this monster with coffee

Exams

The wheel keeps spinning

Four routes that alter outcomes

Persist, don’t resist

Chips

Bought with guilt and love

Open the bag with surprise

Enjoy the regret

 The guitar man

Walking down to the Village at noon

A tall man with grey beard approached me

Holding a sleeping bag of his size, he asked

“Do you have change? I need like five dollars”

Showing me his toonie in his hand

He pointed at the underground canteen with his darkened nails

“I want to buy the rice downstairs”

Unhesitant, I handed him the two toonies I got from buying Subway yesterday

I went on my day doubtfully

Thinking about whether it was a fraud

I then decided to take a sneak peek at the man after I bought myself lunch

The man approached another guy

Showing him the toonie in his hand

Enraged, I talked to myself

Is the money I gave you not enough?

When I met my friends at the UBC nest

I told them about my bitter experience

One of my friends replied casually “that’s the guitar man”

“Sometimes he played the guitar for money”

It turned out the man was truly homeless and needed the money

So why did he asked someone else when I gave him what he asked for?

I would never know the answer

But I know my action was the right thing to do