2005

• Daemon's Quill

  1 Jan 05, 12:41

  Two thousands and five ones,
  There are many things that everyone wants.
  The fifth year of the twenty first century,
  And two thousand and four became history.
  
  Yet the nightmares of yesterday was still fresh,
  Like a thorn in everyone's flesh.
  The rumbling of the tectonic plates,
  And the destructive waves that wrecked the coastal states.
  
  Sorrows and pains that many had shared,
  Donations and charity to victims by people who cared.
  Too little time to celebrate the joys but too many tears,
  Too little enjoyment to take away our fears.
  
  Let's hope for a little miracle for all,
  If there was a god that he will heed our call.
  A better year in two thousand and five,
  And also for everyone, a better life.
• DeadPoet

  1 Jan 05, 18:57

  Originally posted by Daemon's Quill:

  Two thousands and five ones,
  There are many things that everyone wants.
  The fifth year of the twenty first century,
  And two thousand and four became history.
  
  Yet the nightmares of yesterday was still fresh,
  Like a thorn in everyone's flesh.
  The rumbling of the tectonic plates,
  And the destructive waves that wrecked the coastal states.
  
  Sorrows and pains that many had shared,
  Donations and charity to victims by people who cared.
  Too little time to celebrate the joys but too many tears,
  Too little enjoyment to take away our fears.
  
  Let's hope for a little miracle for all,
  If there was a god that he will heed our call.
  A better year in two thousand and five,
  And also for everyone, a better life.

  First poem in 2005.
  
  Let's hope for a better year in 2006. Actually not just hope but really do something about it.