Hero Contest

  • holly
    18 years ago

    who is your hero? what makes a hero? why do people need heros? what are the values of a hero?how to be a good hero/role model. what makes a good hero? how you can be a hero?

    i want you to write a poem answering or asking any of those questions or anything similar that you think of
    contest closes in about a week so next tuesday
    prizes 1st 5 r/r/c
    2nd 3 r/r/c
    3rd 2 r/r/c
    have fun
    xxALLYxx

  • BrokenMisery
    18 years ago

    I don't know if this is what you're looking for, but here it is anyway

    Fallen Hero [Lyrics]

    The time is passing by
    and I see it in your eyes.
    You're left distant,
    no passion in your cries.
    These building walls can't be burnt,
    and their too tall to climb.
    Happiness isn't learnt
    when you don't know how to shine.

    The innocent are always the first to hurt;
    White is always vulnerable to dirt.
    Stained and ugly the world takes you whole,
    You're a pretty little mess turning cold.

    Figures dancing inside your head
    Edging you insane.
    With nothing to break your fall,
    You're losing again.
    Waiting for aid to heal the wounds,
    For love in some form.
    But the scars keep bleeding
    And your flesh still torn.

    The innocent are always the first to hurt;
    White is always vulnerable to dirt.
    Stained and ugly the world takes you whole,
    You're a pretty little mess turning cold.

    Dear girl, with a heart enslaved,
    You're still waiting to be saved.
    Count down the time to the zero
    But you're waiting, for a fallen hero...

  • IfIhide11
    18 years ago

    i don't know what ur looking for either but this is a poem called hero.

    HERO

    You can't always be there. When I fall. Trying to catch me doesn't work at all. I know you care because you're always there. You can't always be there. When I cry. As the tears swell up in my eyes. You're more of a person than I could ever be. You must understand where I am coming from. You want the best, you want me safe and you need to know that it's just not me. You can't always be there. When I am scared. I feel so small, no bigger than an ant, but I don't want you there when I am scared. I don't want you there when I feel like nothing, zip, zero. Please quit trying to be my hero. You must understand. You can't always be there. When I fall.

    -ifihide11

  • TheWorldFellNUWerentThere
    18 years ago

    Dear Hero

    Hello my dear hero
    Thank you for saving
    Another part of me
    That was going dead inside
    I felt so broken down
    And so disorganized about my thoughts
    Of what I was to do
    To cover up my suicidal side
    I guess I didnt hide it well
    Because you found it
    You plainly saw
    How hard I tried to wipe away
    My mascara stained eyes
    That let tears drop across my face
    You must have had visons of me crying
    Because every night
    You would call up
    And say all is okay
    And theres no need to cry
    And on those emotional nights
    Where something went terribly wrong
    You would come over
    And sit on the balcony with me
    Hearing what I have to say
    And give me advice
    Always cheering me up
    With funny stories from the past
    But my dear hero
    Where did you go
    I cant find you
    Your far from me in prison
    But I'll always know
    That you will be my hero Ryan
    Forever and Always

  • IfIhide11
    18 years ago

    How many poems are you going to take before you end this???

  • Sean Dohr
    18 years ago

    ~The Enabler~

    They call him the enabler,
    the man sitting in that chair.
    Solves other people's problems,
    drowns in his selfless cares.

    A man of age and wisdom,
    of courage and of might.
    Does what's best for others,
    but not always what is right.

    Does nothing for himself,
    but always seems content.
    It's as if he knows, eventually,
    his good deeds will pay the rent.

    The rent to everlasting life,
    a one way ticket into heaven.
    A never ending, soaring flight,
    to be one in God's own brethren.

    Closest to an earthly saint,
    that I have ever seen.
    Incapable of accepting hate,
    how can a man be so serene?

    ~Sean Dohr~

  • holly
    18 years ago

    maybe 10 more