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The first day of sixth grade blew in with the Autumn wind It brought me running Crashing headfirst into a new place
You've shown me the best This world has to offer me Everywhere I go Your influnce follows me Everything I do Your words encourage me Everything I say Your thoughts flow through me
I rely on an unpredictable, irreplaceable, and sometimes seemingly non reciprocal relationship. Yes, it seems abusive, but trust me we’re fine.
Does it sound selfish? Yes. I asked myself, what drives you forward, what gave you momentum? And after all, it was me. I am my own martyr, I am all the sleepless voices,
He's bigger than I, so they say He's stronger than I, so they say He's taller than I, so it seems He's smarter than me, he truly is He's the hero in my life But he is my father to everyone else.
I was told being an extrovert was better. But what they didn't know, Was that the words were a heavy blow. I didn't want to be "better"
To my father, my mother My grandma, my little brother Thank you for believing in me, When I am too blind to see I often can’t believe that I’m actually here.
Made Me Who I Am There are many people In and out of my life, But they all have impacted me
curly haired boy reminds you of fire but not the brightness of it just the burning and the aftermath and the smell of something over cooked
Beneath the sun green spreads and sprouts, It touches achromic objects with force. The color radiates even through droughts, Though eventually the color gives out.
Dear love , In every way you are everything I need You allow me to lose myself in you and take lead The way that my body moves in perfect sync with you
“Aaaaa-aaa-aa-aa-aa-le-e.” A woman’s voice pierced the silent air, softly and slowly getting louder. “Aaaaa-aaa-aa-aa-aa-le-e,” sounded again, a heavenly horn summoning a multitude of angels.
I’ve fallen deep into a hole, looking toward the surface; Who am I? What have I become? Nothing seems the same…
The worlds always crashing, then spinning, before falling, And what's the chance any of this matters, There's no matters, nothing to worry. Because the roaring of every failure and silence of every request
Mentor. It was the one word I felt I could call you. Our bond was too strong for "teacher" Friendship a forbidden term Mentor was the only word fitting. Savior.
My teacher is a guardian of curiosity, Planting the seeds of knowledge, But imbuing a desire to learn more, Enlightening students in the marvels of the world.
Mr. Sean, you are the coolest person I know. When I met you, your hair had a streak of electric blue and it was the most badass thing I’d ever seen,
An antagonizing demon festered a feeling of imminent destruction within this decaying body
Thank you. Thank you to the guy that hurt me. Thank you for every lonely night I stayed up crying, And for everytime I caught you lying to me. Thank you for showing me that I am worth way more than I though I was.
Dear Freddy, I just wanted to say thank you, since I never got the chance to. You might have just been my neighbor, but you were also my friend too. When you passed I finally feared death,
The Definition of perfection, And yet I get to call you my own, You're just so filled with affection, I think I might explode! I call you my Mother, A word meaning so much more,