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The whistle has blown. We are about to board the trolley express. As we took our seats the conductor says "All Aboard, please have your tickets ready." It was a sight to see,
You miss every poem that you don’t writeYou miss every battle that you don’t fightSometimes it’s ok to miss a thing or twoBut I’d never want to miss a birthday for you
The epitome of cool when I was nine. I kick the road behind me. I never had the motivation until now. I go faster, faster, faster Til' I wobble, But I stick with it If I crash, I don't mind
1,000 friends in a life time you could make. Unfortunately; most will turn out fake. Only a few will prove themselves true. As you do them, they care about you.
Life is like a video game. Like sims, except not as easy and in some ways not as hard. its filled with puns that are cheesy and it’s filled with birthday cards but life is like a video game.
It’s time to watch the fireworks As they fill the sky with light these small controlled explosions That seem to split the night They remind me of my childhood and of patriotic dreams
Reality why oh why do you bother me I was just fine without you while I lay on the sand My life was good, scratch that grand It was just the sun, the sand, the waves and me
I remember giving a bracelet to one of my babysitter's when I was young. I made it out of my mother's yarn.
I stepped through the vale of unconsciousness. The vale smelled of bubble gum candy. I dived through the clouds on the other side and descended upon a cherry blossom forest. My toes felt the cool grass in between them.
Learning to read, to write, to speak, I realized that school was just work every week, It wasn't that hard, till after 6th, I realized middle school was no longer a myth, Not just one teacher, not there's 7,
Bow ties and Bourbon like heartbreak and blues Put a tear in your eyes But a pulse in your shoes They move you to dance
Nights like these last forever, Or so you want them too, They live in your memories, So some place, Some time, You can remember the nights where you were crazy, Where you were free,
Tonight is not a night for despair, The shadows play everywhere, If your ready you can join them. Their games are jolly and fun, You’ll have the time of your life But beware;
I’ll remember You Through time’s filter Turning thoughts yellow And blue, flowers Wilting, snow Falling
Do you remember your days of Christmas time,With spirits high and joy unending?Those are my days of primeWhen I knew Santa was descending. Outside is a cold and chilly night,With snow floating and huddling on the ground.But in the house there is a
O how my pencil fills me with delight For as I do write with its leaded tip I induce feelings of love, joy, or fright On a summer’s voyage, I can take trip.
Began so long ago, Boxing was the passion, Fuelled the desire, at 15 years of age, Non stop training, to be the best. Running, sparring, padwork, Part of the regime, Training often,
There in the corner, looking oh so pretty. Oh my god, what a beauty, what treasured a site to see. How's it possible she's so fit, She seems so right. I see her stare, everywhere,
Her heart was there Her mind was absent She hit the gas and blasted that sweet old tune, the one we know. She blasted that old rock n' roll. Yeah she was runnin Runnin from what you ask?
Our heads may be in the clouds and our noses may be stuck in books. But that's the way we like it.
Our heads may be in the clouds and our noses may be stuck in books. But that's the way we like it.
I learned to rhyme before I could tie my shoes. Big A Little a What begins with A? Aunt Annie’s alligator A...a...A
Arthur, oh Arthur, can't you wake somehow? Camelot has fallen, you're the only one left now Arthur, Arthur, your widow calls to you Hear her dying screams from beyond the great blue
I wasn't supposed to be in this class. I never signed up for it. I never wanted to do a project. The teachers say that the project isn't manditory.
The Weekend hits. Responsibilities are forgotten and people give less shits. Friday to the break of sun on the last day, we know nothing but how to play. But sometimes we play too hard
Hop across the pads of lily To where the grass is blue and silly Swing among the baobab trees And float like a leaf upon the breeze. Then head over yonder, You'll find me there, Where the earth is rich
Petty people called me trash Yeah, I am trash They forgot that trash goes into a trash can Therefore I am a trash can A trash can do anything It's called a trash can Not a trash cannot
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
When I saw your face It threw me for a whirl Beautiful beyond words Such a precious little girl/ Big blues eyes Remind me of the morning skies A soothing sunrise resides between your thighs/
There's a classic joke that everyone's heard, "A horse walks into a bar..." My love for that joke might seem absurd, and I guess I take it too far. I use it to break that awkward quiet,
The kids pick on me, tease me and use me,I use politeness and say excuse me,But they just laugh and stare,So I give them a glare,I
I have a friend whose name is PageShe's got this stare cold as the Ice AgeHer breath smells like mintAnd her eyes have this glintPa
The Sweet and Dashing LassBy Briley Wells It seems the ever astounding and perplexing pen has called me yet again to expel it's ink onto paper for the sole purpose of bringing a smile to your face.
The horizon doesn't seem too far, The sun's heat gives me warmth, Though I am so close, It doesn't burn Slowly, all my fears are melting away.
A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice. Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands, Guarding a meaningless area That has been assigned temporary meaning. Her head held high, she takes the puck,
Daggers of sound Stab the night Like lovers found Cheating. But tonight we live For it. Live like living will Fix the problems, Even tho it won't. We dance with the strobes
The Neverland Fan I never want to grow up! What’s the point anyway?When you can fly up in the sky, and play around all day.
If I were a poet, you would surely know it, Even though this poet, will not show it, He loves to go for it, so here we go. Once upon a time, In a world so clean, with the sky so blue,
In the winter the snowflakes fall, whether they are big or small, in the cold frostbitten air,
Hair. My hair is beautiful. I have the hair of a princess. Long and flowy, and shines in sun; perfect in every way I deserve the hair of a princess. 100 brush strokes every night
The one you seek, hides.You linger about searching.Pink packets of sugar.
Intact in my eye are a five year old's streets I peeled oranges bored in Sunday-School pews Seldom a shoe on my naked free feet Never my knees without blue bruise The table clothed mountain ,
(I wrote this poem about the effects of social media for my English class. It doesn't rhyme but it has a little repetition. I don't know how this website works but if you can, feel free to share feedback!)
never ever will i write a poem that i need to put away and get out later i like the flow of the sink and the faucet of my thoughts that at the granite of my pencil, the faucet can churn a powerful stream of water
A terrible year That’s the least you could say With every doctors that looked at me with sadness To the words that suddenly came out “You have cancer”
You must sit quietly still, in a dull desk, in a beige, buzzing room, the poem staring at you. Your vision blurs, then your dozing eyes close.
Last year, everyone said that high school would be hard, they said that the workload would increase, and its difficulty would catch me off gaurd I walked in to school on the first day, with a sense of nervousness,
It’s the third Friday of the month,young people’s night at its liveliest. Fourteen to forty,youths of many ages file into the pews. It’s been a long week, a turbulent month, a trying year.
Who Am I? It's the lone question every single human breathing on this Earth asks. I have struggled with this question myself. It's a difficult task.
Once in a while, on a Good Friday, I might get the chance to have you. To see you fall into the smokey sauna, Brings sweet pleasure to my bubbling taste buds. I love hearing your sweet sizzle,
I couldn't think of anything I hated more than Nihilism. And Nihilists. And anything that has anything to do with Nihilism. I hated it. It's starting to make sense, though.
An amber foal of glass rests upon the aspen dresser Accompanied by an armored carousel horse Prepared for noble war with porcelain axe. They share An unending obligation to be my motionless guardians.
What's that I hear The finals has came to a halt No more studying A rest for my utter taught A time for peace and thinking A break from it all A time for fun and cooking Be able to consider
Someone once told me That life is like a piano, Well, Also like a box of chocolates, But that's not important, What is important,
Catching the first wave of the day A feeling that makes me wanting more Beating friends to the next tunnel and getting in the middle of a misty spitter
A call of affirmation An air of great suppression Awoken by the stream of light Which beckons me to my day's plight A screaming alarm It means no harm But morning is dreary And I am weary
Why, hello Day! I've been expecting you. I endured a long process waiting for you. I wrote a song last night and I'd like to show someone, I thought you'd take forever and spoil the fun.
I'm ambititous as a lion Nocturnal as a wolf Determined as a snake And resourceful as a cat Exquisite as a leopard and atypical as a platypus.
I am weightless, my body arches over ever throw, My arm bleeds of pain, as I watch the plate looking object flow throughout the air, The sky glows with wind engulfing the disk, as it slowy tumbled to the ground,
It might just be the perfect day, It could also be the worst. But does it really, really matter? Of happiness I constantly burst! It comes from the warm cup of coffee
Long drives with my friends Seems like the fun will never end No, we don't have a destination Nor do we have any motivation We just want to be together Have some fun and live forever
To see my friends laugh, Brings joy to my heart. Seeing their true happiness, Makes me laugh with them!
One thing I geek, that gives me eagerly a spark, Is when I get to peek, and view the scenery at the Park. There are flowers of all colors--some open, some buds. Plump fishes leaping out of the water, returning with a thud.
Teaching first and second graders makes me smile They make my day with their silly lifestyle I ask them what they want to do for a career And one replies loud and clear “I want to be a ninja turtle!”
Brownies "Brownies" was the topic, she gave to me that day. T’was difficult to ponder a poem to start that way
COOKIES Cookies are my favorite stuff But making them can be really rough. You mix the flour, and make the dough; It takes an hour, which goes... so... slow.
The air is still The water laps The fish bite slowly at first Nibbling, nibbbling and then STRIKE! The reel zings, the fish zags The line is taut Two formidable foes
Running with glee down the cobblestone street,full of youthful joy and never downbeat.Playing football with all the neighborhood kids,being a nuisance and banging garbage can lids.Kicking a tin can and throwing stones,childish pleasures and prepub
Towards the words in the woods on the bike trail I enjoy riding the wind in my hair as I petal as fast as I can. It's like a bird flying it is meant to be.
I was elated and the whole throng, Girls were clamourning a cheers song. We frabjously watching the cricket match, One after one enjoyed the defenders catch.. My team won the target,
1. Get a job, hold on to it. I am not in the habit of buying liquor for other tummies besides my own. 2. Please, go to school. Get a degree. Smart people have a way of holding intelligently stupid drunk conversations.
I don’t love you at all. And before you glare at me with those squinted eyes, Before you place your hands akimbo, Before you wiggle your neck at me and say, “Excuse me?!” Excuse me while I light my spliff.
Our love is like math It's always complicated I swear, algebraic expressions was created just for us You're always searching for your X leaving me questioning Y? We use to be equivalent fractions
It comes out of nowhere Bright smiles Teasing grins Fond pats on the head Muttered words And it rings out Sweet and gaily Bells on the wind Jokes prance around Eyes lit up
Can't believe my life lately man,where do i begin? It's been a crazy few months, dont know when it'll end It's all been negativity no positive spin Fighting a uphill battle assumin i'd never win,well
I hate wiener dogs I don't care what you say My uncle had one And that dog was gay With his ugly wiener face And his long wiener body His long wiener toe nails
Woke up this morning sweating Laying in a wet spot The heat must be on high Cause this house is freakin hot I look out the window The sky is dark and grey I drank a lot last night
In the morning on the bus On the way to school I sometimes get a boner And it really isnt cool Cause its hard as a rock And I dont know what to do I try to pull my shirt down
It softly thumps and quietly whispers it happily jumps and loudly flitters
Sanity is the one thing I could not live without I left behind the food and the video-games because without Sanity I would scream and shout! Sanity will also keep me from giving trees names!
“It's so much fun! It's so much fun!” Said the deliriously happy red and white stripes, gliding up and down the flaps of the grand tent “It’s so much fun! It's so much fun!”
As I see this circle come into view, my contant desire for it ever grew. For this beautiful specimen was a beautiful find, the curvature of its surface truly titilates my mind.
Music plays in the backgroundFamiliar faces gathered aroundThe smack of the cue ballEchoes through the hallsSmiles and laughter with bad jokesSomeone spews their drink and almost chokes
Hey look, it's my teddy Bear or should i say my care bear When I'm down i hold him near He lets me know there's nothing to fear That's how i know he's always there. My problems he would love to hear
A soft breeze rolls across The hills of my aunt's property. Wheat nearly ready to harvest As the Summer quickly draws to close. Moonlight pours from a cloudless night sky Onto a canvas of stalks -
My folks and I are quite weird;Crazy for the wild.We're always after danger,Never anything mild.
Can you hear that? It's music in the air People are dancing without a care You can dance solo or in a pair
Ocean breeze, you seem too good to see, always there by a blink of a hair, passing your way through me. You give me life, a sort I can't see, it all seems too good to believe,
If you take a second and just look around.. left, right, up, and then down.. I want you to think to yourself what happens when your eyes close.
I remember the first thing I said to you. It went something like "Hi, I like to growl" geez I was so nervous to speak. I turned red as you brushed it off and askedmy name. It's Kat, no Ashley, it's
I am not dumb I am not stupid I am not weird I am not useless I am smart I am witty I am fun I am pretty I am important
'H' or 'H' I just can't tell The click and clack Won't serve me well I hear it come It comes so near Across the track I sit in fear
The beginning was harsh Lava everywhere and with no life form Thunderstorms braking out eveyday Tornadoes hitting the ground tearing up the lands Tsunamis covering the lands Hail dropping from the sky
*This poem was inspired by Teva Mayer's "Autumn's Child." I loved it so much that I decided to write about his playmate.*
Wake up early -- 10 in the morn. Outside your house I beep the horn.
Oh! Fork, you are so silver and strong. You help me eat my salad. This is why I write a ballad. Oh! Fork with no distinct handle. Picked up ham, cucumber and leaf Cheese and Onion and beef
There is no end to the madness. Yet there is no definite beginning. Some say it’s all feel. Others say it’s all preparation. Creativity is it’s bloodline. Imagination lies at it’s core.
Running through life and I feel so free Running fast to my destiny As I run through my life I see the years fly by No time to stop and look when I'm running through life
Have you ever been petting a dog? A big, fluffy, friendly, dog. And in that moment you become so overwhelmed
Depending on how you look at it A glass is half empty or half full. Me? I’m teetering on the edge of the world. I lose my balance, I may fall left or maybe even right.
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
Read, read, read I do nothing but read. When I read, I feel like I can breath. I am at the top of the empire, This empire will never fall. Falling means collapsing But I stand tall.
Life is awesome, Surrounded by those who love, encourage me each and everyday. Things outside my front door is the world’s palette for inspiration. I get inspired by life.
I’m a big fan of stars. Stars have the ability to make you wonder and make you think. A million thoughts cross your mind when you’re looking at the sky, as if there was a different thought for every star.
Imagine my dismay one day When from the hay in which I lay I saw a pot right on the dot of nine, And it was mine. And in that pot right on the dot, I saw a lot of ink to blot.
-mommy, why do actors die in movies? -mommy, why can't we get a dog? -mommy, why don't we go to church? -mommy, where is daddy? put a filter on it, kid- don't you ever think before you speak?
I am who I am A loser, one who did not succeed. One who fails to meet expectations. One who doesn't understand how to work the system. One who doesn't care about the repercussions to their actions.
The world is full of hate and anger, These things tend to berate and linger, Be cautious ye, the Instagrammer, Don't post pics that make thee stammer. In fact my friend, open your eyes,
With smiles all around, the atmosphere is of delight,
Spanish class is funny.
I'm addicted to the feeling The animalistic violence Biting lips and sparring tongue's Fighting for dominance Gasping between hurried kisses Living in the moment Forgetting that time is passing
My mother tells me I`m a little girl becuase I laugh because I go sock slidding in the halway or because I love superhero comics she says my freinds are little girls becuase we`re happy
These halls will be empty, far sooner than we think.
The provider of easy entertainment The originator of the moving picture in a home environment You are what I look forward to, and wake up for everyday You are the only thing I ever put on my calendar
The brilliant bright blue sky,The super sized sun,
I was just old enough to Tie my shoe, When my dad could hardly wait, To teach me how to ice skate. He wrapped my sister and I, In coats to keep us dry. And packed us in the car
I can see it nowThe huge doors opening my wayMillions of students pacing different directionsGetting to class, with only quick words to say Get to class on time
A dull murmur in the classroom Hushed whispers of delight Flashes of color and Action on screen That's what happens when the club meets Voices screaming, singing, laughing The audience overeacting
I was uptight I was angry I was selfish I was alone I was stuck up I am fun
I don't think that I can see it as well as other people You can do it again and again for centuries Checking my work My new job Making costumes Doing makeup The only thing that can make me happy
My words are MY power, MY Strength and wisdom I make these words sing off my lips to utter them to another time in HISTORY From knowing My time in History.
I'll be honest. I'm a terrible dancer.
There's nothing I love to do more than eat Not even playing videogames What I love the most is meat How could I ever be ashamed? What else could bring such joy And help explore another culture
Blue waters and sandy beaches Pudding and diced peaches make summers so cool sun bathing by the pool. No need to worry nor scramble for books finish papers in a hurry
Sometimes i like to think that lifes a little more sunny,Or that its a bit more funny,And that it's really not about money.Sometimes you need to just shut the door,Sit on the living room floor,
Loveless it was,Dead and lifeless it's filled with mistrust,Just lying there untouched,Rejected and un-clutched,
Poetry is a challenge It creates stress and anxiety I can’t seem to write My mind is blank My thoughts are like a puzzle Everything needs to be put together Some pieces are far
Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's DayWritten by Adam M. SnowOh sweltering is summer's day of bliss,
I've never written a rap before
The odds of surviving might be rear But when instinct kicks in you would know it is near God in his tending power and care Would never leave you to snare The clouds might be dark right here
Poems are useless for those who aren’t writers
There are times like these
Driving these six wheels, Strumming this six string. Sitting on a back road, Sipping that cold drink. - If you do it right, We're gonna have a good time. So crank up the music,
Lady Luck, often spoken of but never heard, often felt but never seen. She drifts among the shadows as the people walk in the light. Placing her hand here and there, changing outcomes everywhere.
Boredom ..... leads to hunger ....hunger.... leads to saddness....saddness... leads to depression...... Depression... leads to devastaion .........devastation... leads to anxiety...... Anxiety....
I try to stay away from you But you keep on coming back I see the desperation but I do not give a flack You're a crazy creepy stalking pig who I want far, far away but you just seem to return to me
You're mad cool,A friend in school,We go back to the ninth grade,
Experiment with metals like chrome Experiment with chemicals like foam Plese try to have fun Clean up when you're done And please try not to blow up your home
Surprising how easy I fall,
Just think happy thoughts. Your day will go just fine until one person pisses you off. They treat you like shit. They make you feel like an outcast. What is wrong with society today?
And then magically, I was staring in the face of my 14 year old self.A face filled with joy and passion and promises of love.And a handful of butterfly's for the hopeful ones.
The number that inspires me
One can mean many, only to few.
The world is a lonely place for a child so small, Everyone is big and scary,
High School, Not The End But The 13eginning I remember
You step out tentatively, unsure, scared, The cold air hitting you straight in the face. Master is behind you, urging you on. “It’s alright, it can’t hurt you.” Push, push, shove.
Sometimes you might feel empty inside, unable to say how you feel because too much pride. You might feel like you are on your own, like you are all alone. But have no fear,
A child goes out to play And stops to think about the day He doesn’t really see The effects of the rain
Fun. The thing that makes me tick are the things I enjoy the most. Friends, family, dance, music, my communities, and gaming. All of these things make me who I am. Life would be nothing without any one of these.
Most people wake in the day and fight through the struggle. Just to make ends meet to battle with themselves to finish the day.
The Pain o
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
TO FISH OR NOT TO FISH? That is the question… Every redneck as himself on Saturday morning when its not, I repeat; Because this is important. It cannot be hunting season. That will trump everything.
Pirate of Green Fields Steal the ball Fire it down line Challenge your foes They stand firm
Soccer Player Run down line Bolt towards time Give it all Do not sprawl
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet. Since I was young I looked up to the stars. The second to the right my eyes did meet. And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
I'm not addicted to the parties and the bottles I'm just addicted to having fun and looking like a model Goin out with my girls Hair did Makeup on point Outfit skin tight
I lay in the sun with lemonade, run till' im soaked inthe rain, dance with no rhythm, and I eat what pleases my taste buds. My friends said: "How does she do it?" I replied: "you'll never know untill"...
"red imp you stink"always tossing ink Goodfellow's worth no troubleer he goes errs left rubbleshine a shoe change a facehe moves at a startling paceto and fro from king to queen
The screen in front of me Makes my eyes hurt.
A job equals money Ain't it funny? But there goes your time An asset most prime. Don't want to sit behind a desktop When my body wants to shoo-bop A job like the Grease greasers
Never thought, did you that the change was within us.
As I walk down the halls of my humble abode, Everyones smiles look depleatd and scorn. A Princess who is this years 2014 prom queen, A criminal who is bastardly and obscene.
The long path way,
My eyes flutter open
When I first found out, There was a monster under my bed, There wasn't a doubt, I was scared half to death. I tried counting sheep, And counting to ten. I was still losing sleep,
I sit motionlessly, watching the bright rays of light dim over the horizon. I can hear the soothing sound of the waves striking the rocks, and the wet footprints running across the sand.
If tomorrow I didn’t wake up and I died,how many of you would cry?How many of you would sigh,and just move on with your lives?No pain trapped inside,just another body without life.No priest to confide,
We couldn't make this last,
My best friend is my radiator. It talks to me on cold days When it's working so hard to heat our little apartment. It likes to hiss and pop and gurgle When I play it music on my guitar.
Two years ago, Seems like a blip on my life’s radar. Got conned into this four year plan, Apparently that’s just how things are. Moved into a residence hall, Expecting a sense of support from the school.
Fifth period English is my favorite class. It’s funny sometimes when big kids don’t pass. The teacher is really loud and sometimes cray.
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
STOP! STOP! STOP! Good riddance, why am I stopping? Just stop. Oh, please. If you must, don’t be too specific. Now if you would excuse me for a moment as I continue ‘undisrupted’ ..
Sometimes we threw punches, Both verbal and with our fist, Though the bruises left over, Whether on our ego or on our face,
Oh shitty shit shit who stands upon thee front class. Who do you think you are? perhaps an ass? One who plants stress in my interior and who thinks is superior. I yell enough is enough!
Racing around the bustling city people line the main road that runs for miles Dodgeing traffic As mothers and fathers repetitively drag their kids to school to go work long
A friend was once given some doughnut seeds to spread joy wherever she went. But each one she planted and watered and loved
Not everyone is perfect, okay, Even if the think of themself that way, And although teachers wish it weren't true, They abide by the rules too, So here is a list I'll give you to try,
we spend about an hour with them everydayoh the things we wish we could say some of us want to vent and befriend 'emothers want to whack them with their pen oh the things we wish we could say
My name's Sam.Hope you got the telegram,cuz if you didn't Ima shoot you up like "Muthafucka blam!"Just kidding, Ma'am.That's not the kinda man I am.I'm actually Mexican, not Mediterraneanand I don't eat lamb.Don't even think about bringing upgreen
Let's bring back words no one says. Let's laugh ay ourselves and each other. Let's smile at things we did a "long time ago". Let me be strong for you, when you cannot. Let's not forget one another.
Sitting in class thinking of the shit to say to seduce you I look into your eyes as you talk about haikus You’re the one exquisite reason I come to school
My elephant Sam grew a mustache It was my birthday wish My mommy said wishes don’t come true But mine was special because mine did The other year he had an afro
Your softly spoken words filled the air, filled my heart, filled my soul. Your eyes locked with mine and in that moment I felt whole.
Grab my jacket, grab my keysSneak down the stairs, a step creaks: Freeze!Listen for shuffling, all is clearResume my tiptoe, the door is nearGrab the knob, turn it to the sideOpen it slightly and see my ride
My house is like a circus party, But a little crazy for me, Come right in, and right this way, Why don't you come and see? You see the lion and it's tamer? Performing tricks and all of that?
When the first leaf fades inside we go to grab our different apparel. When the first flake drops inside we go to get our wood boards. When the first flower sprouts outside we go for the picking.
Being a teacher for the day I would get more done I would let the students teach I would make the class room fun Every once in a while I would give them a test With the answers on the board
Our heads are always in the sky. Thinkin' about these scholarships and grants. Maybe go to school to learn how to fly. Or learn about plants. We can go to class and learn about respiration.
I say One. You say Fun. I say Two. You say "Who?" I say Three. You say Me. I say Four. You ask for More. I say Five. You just Jive. I say Six. You make Clicks.
Sand between our toes, sitting on the rocks, kicking off our socks, splashing with our feet, feel the ocean breeze, hair blowing back, sun kissing us so sweetly, such a beautiful day it is,
I consider myself to be a little strange With thoughts always racing through my head I consider myself a dork because of my passions Things I love inspire me to write down what I once said
Poetry classroom "My ass can be creative" Suspension that day
Justin Bieber with his pants sagging so low touring round the world with pot to blow. While little girls are following screaming his name, giving our society a face of shame. Justin Bieber such a shame
I think about you when you're not by my beside You live miles away so that's almost all the time Even worse we're going to college separate ways Both hoping the relationship will never fade
Hands lock, fingers curl. Eyes twitch. Just a few of the many things we do together. When walking on the beach, seagulls high above us. People waving hello as we get higher,
There she is, a girl all alone Others let out, an annoyed moan She sits, her head down, in a book Other play angry birds on a nook She opens a notebook, takes out a pen
Look at me Now look at you Look at me Now look back at you… I’m not you! It funny how you can point out the obvious Question mark, she asked where’s the soul It’s where the body is
Sisters are fun, Sisters are wild.
Eyes in a haze Rotund stomachs, child’s play Smooth lawn, shaded concrete- taut, cool Here I man my wagon Tears erupt to greet the wind Hairs along my cheek Tongue on the edge of wet lips
Sleeping in can have its Pro's or like friends, it can be a foe. Having nothing to do can be gruesome. No friends to hang out with, no boyfriend to call, no side-kick to hang out with at the mall.
The grass maybe brown sometimes and the skies maybe dark, but dont let anyone get you down, just go have fun in the park. just like nature is natural, you should be yourself, you can be happy, have fun like no one else.
Poetry, indeedA simple form of flatt'ryRhyming all the time Blogging with such easeSharing really cool storiesHonestly with hope Random as can beHaikus are all the rage hereNever dull moments
I do what I love. I am passionate about what I do. I dance. It takes feelings and emotion to dance with passion.
It’s forever been a struggle to meet in the middle, The waves want to overtake the sand, But the sand wants to hold their own Constantly battling to have control
So I was thinking A bad idea at the best of times- of the ice which coated the air in the barn and it's something that renders a break in the lines of comfort and calm and the pride in the work
The branch pulls down And springs back up, You're flying through the air, This exhilarating feeling Is like a ride at the fair.
Do you know? That little people grow. I was never told, For no one was so bold, Of those among my foe.
I reread the rules.I get it now.And my message,You'll get it now.Why I write poetry?To tell you how,How I think, feel, and how,And how I'm different now. Wait a second.I just re-reread the rules.It's what poetry means to me?Cool.I'll restart here
Can you feel it? The warmth of the sun the waves rolling with fun The way children sit, looking at the seashells they just collected, Look a crab, walking along the shore The cold water hits my feet
If the world was my classroom, I would teach a girl to learn and to love, And not go to jail. I would teach a girl to not envy but embrace, To push onward even when it seems like there is no escape.
Hi you, Van this is. I love swimming, don’t you do. Also I love random stuff Like poem-ing while cooking Like screaming while tasting Cause it tastes so good Asian food, a healthy way.
Sunshine, tree-shade Chugging on your kool-aid Late nights, boy crazed Don't forget to misbehave Swimming's in, School's out, That's what summer's all about
Her toes curl over the weathered wood. She watches the sun bounce off the waves, minnows swim peacefully below her. She looks across the lake, kids play and splash while botats speed by.
a kid is not a dictionary full of baloney like idiosyncrasy or etymology a kid is not a robot oblivious monotone emotionless automatic repetitive
Today, I will crumble my map Follow nothing but the howls of the dogs Bring my worries to a cap And sing all of my favorite songs
Booming broadcast, Sensational single. I ooze news. Vibrations up through your shoes. From speakers I speak Joyous tunes of your choice. Simply spin a dial To get Keeler's droning voice. Forget podcasts or blogs, I have all you need to hear.
First, bring up the sun. Let it stand for two to three hours before moving on. Once your earth is thoroughly warmed, Go ahead and grow some grass, paying extra attention to its' color and softness.
I'm not cuckoo, deranged, or completely cracked. I hardly even ever wear black I'm not a vamp wannabe or Satan's spawn. I don't worship the weird, taboo or wrong.
Biting my lip in anticipation Sweat forming at my temple I don’t know if I can hold on much longer So I let go My feet crunch in the woodchips I run like a cheetah I leap and hit the swing
I love to have fun Whether it's playing in the shade or the sun I like to be with friends Because they will make me happy to the end My family makes me so gracious Our love is never ending and spacious
As I went down to the pretty ocean There was a very beautiful bright sun It stood over the waves that were in motion When I danced and played I had so much fun While the sun went down we started to cook
I am from pool parties and barbecues Summer nights skipping rocks at the river. I am from fireworks and sparklers, Scrapes knees and bug bites. I am from sunshine and smiles, Ice cream and water fights.
Its all been great fun, I have loved the company. The food, the drink And the entertainment Have all been the best I've ever had. But I have been here For quite a while. The time is late,
Sophomore year has flown right by, Seems nothing more than the blink of an eye. I'm sitting here writing this text, Thinking of what is coming next. Drama? No Thanks. What about pranks?
Let us go to the beach and have fun We can play all day in the sun Just be careful not to burn Or bright red you will turn A sunburn would hurt a ton