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Septa Shaw Poem
Something trembled the world,
It seems like endless,
horrendous,
But also tremendous:
The Amazon rainforest has burnt into ashes.
Before,
The rainforest was so fascinating,
We all appreciated,
But the tragedy still happened:
The Amazon rainforest has burnt into ashes.
Before,
We foresighted,
We foretold,
But we didn’t have this misfortune in our prediction,
Because greedy humans changed our precognition.
Before,
Animals enjoying their lives in the forest,
Hiding in the darkness,
we are striping the forest and
Not leaving any sharpness to them.
Despite that,
The rainforest didn’t burn into a wreck,
Those greedy humans are
Insurmountable to the lure of
Green leaves.
They got a lot of green foliages,
But these green foliages are not immaculate,
These greedy humans are not imitating those real heroes.
These leaves are intimidating us and,
Delicating our Earth.
Now,
The obsolete rainforest,
Only obtains fragments of it,
Which is dangling our hearts,
Feels like danger is surrounding us.
‘The things that we did before are scraps, isn’t it?’
We don’t know.
The only thing we know is,
While the greeds are splurging and scrambling their wealth,
Our mother Earth is splintering and screaming.
What is the future’s contention about Earth:
‘What happened to the Amazon rainforest?’
‘It has burnt into ashes...’
‘But, Why?’
‘Because every greedy human’s heart has burnt into ashes...’
Wind blowing,
Ashes away,
Turned into a grey river flowing,
Having this beautiful rainforest years ago,
Seeing the rainforest undergo.
You know what - we can’t regret,
Because we created all of these misfortunes with them,
We’ve trusted them,
They promised us.
But they broke it, broke the world into pieces.
Copyright © Septa Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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Septa Shaw Poem
They have known each other for so long,
None liked them, breaking them up.
Souls tried, taking her heart like King Kong.
But the man kept her as a dear teacup.
They were like friends, not loved ones.
Yet they were closer than any others.
Selves trying to break them down again runs.
Finally, they are just great couples.
Time goes by fast, people get bored.
The love fruit is not good anymore
The couple, either one will be ignored.
Returning emotions to the ground floor.
Not all love fruits are like that,
Duos make them sweet, no more combat.
Copyright © Septa Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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Septa Shaw Poem
What is my dream?
What is a dream, first of all?
Even though, a dream is small,
Small like a seed.
You might fall,
This is a true fact, indeed.
But I always recall,
Putting my dream as an artist in lead.
Stop laughing y’all!
If you work hard, you will succeed.
You might be filled with salty tears,
Since others say it’s your fault, you’re a failure,
You must do the same thing as they do,
They might think you’re a freak.
But why do we need to care about our behaviours from other perspectives.
It’s basically nothing, literally nothing to others,
But these dreams are important to us, not to them.
Dreams are gems in the mine, the stars in the sky that lights up our soul.
We take in control,
We can make in a goal.
Don’t sell your oil,
We need to accelerate our dream with that!
How lovely, our dreams will meet in a place called Dream Land.
Wow, my dream is there for nearly three years,
Face filled with tears, leaving my peers,
Stepping the gears, hearing some cheers,
Being one of the frontiers,
Who succeeded in making their dreams come true.
For me, that place, Dream Land, is a special place,
We can reinforce our pace,
Or slow it down.
But we never let go of our dream.
Being extreme is too much, I tried that before.
Now forwarding my trip, stepping into my dream in reality — I’m an artist.
Copyright © Septa Shaw | Year Posted 2024
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Septa Shaw Poem
I am in love with Music,
I am in love with playing the acoustic.
Being a hater of crying,
Being a hater of spying.
I am in love with Bangtan,
I am in love with fashion.
I love to stay up in the middle of the night till morning,
but I hate warnings.
I am in love with someone,
I love to have some fun.
I hate to be called the dumb one,
Because I am the smart one.
I love flirting,
But for certain,
I hate burping.
I love to enjoy my life,
The last thing that I hate is to die.
Copyright © Septa Shaw | Year Posted 2024
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