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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Post one of the poems you've written here. If you'd like, you may want to tell the prompt you used or the inspiration for the poem, but it's not necessary. Read the poems of your peers and respectfully comment on at least one of them. In terms of comments, we're looking for positive feedback (specific lines/parts/techniques that you liked), questions, and constructive suggestions for revision.
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"Bad Drivers"
ReplyDeleteYou drive really bad,
You're making me really mad.
Going too fast or too slow,
Better watch out for the popo.
Not using your blinker while turning,
Keeps my anger burning.
Txting while driving,
You won't be surviving.
You take my right of way,
I'll try to keep my road rage at bay.
Get it through your head,
You need to go back to driver's ed.
I like your line that says "better watch out for the popo." Your poem was very funny Jake!!!
DeleteI get just what you are saying Jake. I hate drivers that think they own the road.
Delete"Rise Above"
ReplyDeleteNegative thoughts lead to a
Negative mind.
Dark soul.
Dark heart.
Slowly sinking into the bitter black sea.
A light.
A thread of hope.
A beam of happiness.
Slowly rising from the deep.
within a new change begins.
Out of the ashes.
Warm soul.
Warm heart.
Happy thoughts lead to a.
Happy mind.
So lovely! Powerful and just beautiful.
DeleteVery deep! I really like it
Delete“Mind”
ReplyDeleteMy mind wanders sometimes
It takes me to many places
I think of the “what ifs” and “shoulda-coulda-woulda’s”
My mind is a free realm, it does not back thoughts
It makes my decisions, ignores my heart’s desires, and hurts me
Yet, it is mighty, strong, powerful, free-willed
My mind takes me to vacations I’ve never been and drags me
to my worst nightmares
This mind is all mine and it is me
Mind blown! Nice poem madelyn!
DeleteThis is so good! I like the line "My mind is a free realm."
DeleteMy Perfect Day
ReplyDeleteI wake up in Cali
On a beautiful summer’s day
Determined to get my day started
Nothing will get in my way
No alarm clocks, no parents
Just me and my beauty sleep
Along with Shia Labeouf
In his convertible going “beep beep!”
I get out of bed
We are going out for brunch
Driving top-down in downtown LA
Drinking our Hawiian Punch
Next we go to the beach
The sand in our feet
The gentle sounds of rolling waves
In the mid-day, summer heat
At night I hit the town
To take as many dance classes possible
Millenium, Edge, and Debbie Allen’s too
By the end of my perfect day,
I’ll feel rejuvenated and renewed
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ReplyDelete"The Lonely Club"
ReplyDeletePaint can be deceiving
But my club thumb is still grieving
No matter how hard it tries
It sticks out in finger weaving
It's not always bad to be different
And my club thumb appears to be acceptant
The taller thumbs of my friends may scorn it
Because for normal thumbs, today's society is expectant
Megan Fox has one too
We don't let ourselves get blue
Club thumbs are the secret to being attractive...
We all know it's true!
I like the title and the relations you made to your thumb. It was very funny!
DeleteI like the feeling of Spring
ReplyDeleteWhen everything is in perfect harmony
I dislike the desolate winter.
It is cold, harsh, and unforgiving.
It leaves barren destruction of its wrath.
I love the sound of the howling winds and the crunch of snow under boot.
I love the frosted look of Earth,
asleep under a blanket of white.
I love the way the trees sway
When all that covers melts away
and new life is breathed in.
i like. It has a few shifts. Nice job
DeleteDrug Addicts
ReplyDeleteWe real cool
We break rules
We blow smoke
We do coke
We get drugs
We act like thugs
We get high
We will die
Haha, made me laugh.
DeleteThe Last Game
ReplyDeleteI couldn’t describe it
The fog had ruined our chances
I stood there, next to my mom and dad
And waited to see my brother walk past me
The walk of shame
Tears were in each of their eyes
Some had their helmets on
So you couldn’t see their pain
I knew some of them
What was I going to say to Dan to make him feel better?
Nothing
There were no words
We sawe him a couple feet out
Walking toward us
His eyes red and puffy
He hugged mom
He half-arm hugged me
Knowing I would hate his sweaty jersey
When he got to my dad, both of them broke down
Tears flowed down their cheeks
Dan quickly walked off
I was proud
But I’d never seen him like that
He showed up to dinner
Eyes still red and puffy
He looked like a broken picture
This, was his last game
I really like your poem, it reminded me of my older brother's last game and how upset he was. You captured this moment perfectly. Great job!
DeleteThanks Hannah!
DeleteThe air was humid
ReplyDeleteAll the cheers and screams filled the air
Our air was tense
We hadn't won any awards and we felt the tears coming
Then , in our last sliver of hope we pulled ourselves together and waited
We waited for the last award to be called
the most prestigious award
The one we were all praying for
The one we couldn't breathe for
They start to describe the award
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife
They let out a few hints on who won.
"With their varsity letter,
and JFLL summer camp,
This team is truly 'On Track'"
The cheers erupt in the stands
We don't even wait for them to announce our names
The tears start flowing and no one can stop
There was hugging and jumping
There was screaming and laughing
All of our hard work had just paid off
All of the hours we spent mentoring and coaching
All of the picking trash up off the side of the road
The petitioning for our center
Every second of our hard work had just paid off
For, we won Chairman's.
That was a really good poem!! Great details!
Delete"Old Major"
ReplyDeleteOh the things those eyes have seen
Living on a farm, things could get mean
When papa would whip little Lucie with the belt,
Old Major would run to her side as she knelt
Days at a time he would go without food
He could smell the beef in the broth being stewed
Although some days weren’t always so bad
On days Lucie played were the best that he had
As winter months came it was harder to rise
He didn’t show pain, though he silently cried
Lucie grew up and left Majors side
With nothing to live for, he curled up and died
Thank you for depressing me with this poem.
DeleteSummer
ReplyDeleteYou know when it’s summer when the cool rainy weather of spring
turns into a warm and sunny paradise;
When the exhausting hours of school are no more,
and you become free. You can lay by your pool
getting the golden bronze color everyone loves on their skin
and you can hear the birds chirping in the lush treetops.
When the warm breeze passes by your face my heart fills with joy.
That’s when you know it’s summer.
Great poem, very creative! :)
DeleteGreat imagery Mia, I love your poem!
Delete"Half a Man"
ReplyDeleteA true riches to rags story
Like Kevin Ware, but not as gorey.
A household name for all the wrong reasons,
“Two and a Half Men” had its last good season.
Charlie Sheen took his role too seriously, I bet
He never dropped the personality once he left the set.
Loose morals and women became his life, sinning.
That’s how he rolls with his life now, winning.
Tiger blood and rocks was how he ran
And that’s how he went from two and a half to only half a man.
That's a great poem. I like your final line.
DeleteHaha Adam very good poem, you're very full of wit!
DeleteMy Big Green Eyes
ReplyDeleteMy big green eyes open,
It is time to wake up,
I look at the time, 7:05
My big green eyes grow real big,
I’M LATE!
They search for my shoes,
They search for the door,
I see some red cars but no yellow school buses,
And here comes the school,
I dread the walk to the big front door,
I see all the people,
Fake or real, nobody knows,
I see all the looks,
The freaky little stares,
They’re glaring at me,
The up and down gazes are really creeping me out,
I glance down to see……
NO PANTS!
ALI BAKERS POEM
This poem made me laugh :)
DeleteFunny unexpected ending!
Deletehaha I love the ending! So comical!
DeleteI remember reading this in class, it made me laugh and knowing you that might actually happen to you...Definitely fits your personality
DeleteA perfect start
ReplyDeleteto what I thought was the perfect day,
mastering skills I never though I could,
ending in a way I never thought it would,
The first went fine,
the next ended in a sigh,
I lied there and cringed,
Only to discover my knee was unhinged.
They could be great,
ReplyDeleteit makes me irate,
the decisions they make,
prove that they're fake,
Wannabe thugs, pimps, and hicks,
their conversations riddled with tricks,
they set you up, get you to care,
until all you can do is glare,
when they cast you aside,
and away they slide,
to find a new person to use,
another sucker they can abuse,
If you can see through the disguise, you're in luck,
They're all leaches - they suck.
Spring
ReplyDeleteRainy days
Creating a foggy haze
Blooming flowers show some color
As snow piles are getting smaller
Animals waking up from hibernation
Coming out from their dens with hesitation
Spring is one of the best seasons
I could give you a thousand more reasons
I love this poem, the imagery really creates a strong picture in my head.
DeleteThis poem is amazing! I love the imagery and the rhyming is stupendous!
Deletethis is really good!
DeleteLooking for Parents
ReplyDeleteOne young child
Looking for love
Wishes two people would accept him as their own
They don’t need an expensive car
The y don’t need a huge house
They don’t need a giant T.V.
With an Xbox 360
All they need is
Time
Time they can give away
Time in which they will stay
Time for picnics and walks pm the beach
But in the end he wants parents
Parents who will love him for who he is
Humpty Dumpty: Middle- Ages Version
ReplyDeleteHumpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put him back together again
Humpty Dumpty- Modern Version
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
His legs snapped and his bones shatter
His blood covered the ground splattered
He cried out for the horses and men of the king
But they weren’t around- It’s 2013!
I really do love this poem! it's so clever!
DeleteAt the bottom with stressful fear
ReplyDeleteEyes glossed with dreams and goals
My reduced status is made quite clear
But my gift is a courageous soul.
Craving more but lacking gain
I battle for my rightful seat
The typhoon comes with joyless rain
But in hope and love I have you beat.
The ladder I mount sways in endless toil
But half full I’ll view my cup
In strife and stress I walk this mortal coil
From the bottom looking up.
I love the last line, it's a poem anyone can relate to!
DeleteTo most it seems pointless
ReplyDeleteThere is no way to score, no goal to make
but to us, to me it is everything
It takes away the mad inside
It talks me off the ledge
It pushes me to do things I never thought I could
It cost a price, a very high price
One that not all are willing to pay
The aches and pains, time and energy
But those who pay the price have no regrets
Those who have paid the price would gladly pay it once more
We pay in miles, we earn in time
Time is the enemy, time is a friend
It counts up, it counts down, it will not score but it is a goal
Once the price is paid, the miles ran and the goal in sight, it pushes me even more
Crossing the line scheiving the goal
I feel sorry for those who say it is pointless
They will never know the overwhelming rush of emotion that words can't begin to describe
Go ahead say there is nothing to it
But just one run can change your mind
"Old Major"
ReplyDeleteThe Star's light begins the morn,
yet he has sprung the day
cool air wisps, wet grass mists, as Old Major hunts the Ides of May.
The Golden rays crest the Earth,
yet he is lord of the land
his gaze unwavers, my mind will still savor Old Major caressing my hand.
The moon beams glow at dusk,
he rests with a gleam in his eye
golden skies dim, with velvet fluff trim, as grand Old Major passed by.
Great poem Louie! I remember you reading this one in class.
Deletehave you ever seen a dog behind an invisible fence?
ReplyDeletehe barks and paws to get out, looks at you, drooling, madness in his eyes.
so desparate.
so strange that nothing is physically stopping him, just a shock, a movement of particles
through his body that he can’t handle.
This voice is a small voice.
ReplyDeleteIt flits and flutters, like a butterfly tickling your ear,
it speaks softly and remains hidden until necessary.
This voice has been taunted,
this voice has been encouraged,
but this voice does not respond to the will of others.
It cherishes words and their ability to make you invincible when they come from the right person
It loathes words and their ability to engulf you in darkness when they come at the wrong time
This voice is silent but speaks louder than most.
Smallville
ReplyDeleteCan you look through these glasses to see me?
Though I appear meek and very timid
You may see there is so much more to me.
In a mere second I could save your life.
A life that has become so dear to me.
Your intense courage always draws me in.
Stubbornness seems to be your own power.
An angel can’t compare to your beauty.
Soaring through the sky feels like a lifetime
Away from you I can hardly bear it.
As man of steel I can’t have weaknesses
However, kryptonite may bring me harm.
Lois Lane you are my new kryptonite.
Kryptonite that can pierce through to my heart.
That is a great poem. i love the last line especially.
DeletePoetry + Superheroes = Awesome.
DeleteWhere I’m from
ReplyDeleteI am from a house-full of girls,
lots of Barbie dolls, babies, and little girl curls.
I am from movies and crafts,
to keep me busy and out of troubled pasts.
I am from Sunday family dinners.
I am from the state known for no twisters.
From long-braided hair, and bows to match;
Annual visits in the fall to the pumpkin patch.
I am from Christie and Scott,
Two parents working together, happy as can be.
Nice... You can make a rhyme anytime!
DeleteNice Blogger "Profile Picture"
Deletecute poem Kaitlyn!
DeleteGood imagery, i can picture that! :)
DeleteIf I Were in Charge of the World
ReplyDeleteIf I were in charge of the world,
People would ride to work on a roller coaster,
Cancer would be cured,
And dogs would actually know how to play poker.
If I were in Charge of the world,
It would be acceptable to sing a song just for fun,
Poverty wouldn’t exist,
And every day would be a sunny one.
If I were in charge of the world,
Children wouldn’t know lonesome or hatred or abuse,
People would be kind,
And break out in dance on cue.
If I were in charge of the world
Gas prices would be low, and
People would actually treat others the way they want to be treated.
But then again, what do I know?
Congrats you finished one...
DeletePlease change the world! This sounds great!
DeleteUnobserved
ReplyDeleteI see you standing, staring, bleeding,
Lost between consciousness and a blood high.
You waste so many moments stumbling aimlessly.
Finally aware of your surroundings
you tilt your face upward
Tripping, falling, skidding, halting
The moon and stars obscure the midnight-black clouds.
The cold gusts chaseyour hair across your face
Your brown eyes exposed and blinking
You lay staring at the sky,
Your eyes harden in disgust
as you see the blood dripping from your arm.
So many emotions play across your face:
Disgust. Pain. Pity. Annoyance. Fear. Resolve.
I can see the wheels turning,
I can see this isn’t what you want.
The hardness in your eyes tells me more than words
Your shriek pierces the silence,
You lurch unsteadily to your feet.
I blink and you’ve disappeared.
I wonder if you were ever even there. . .
Major was a talented dog
ReplyDeletehe was a chaser of hogs
sometimes he sat on a log
other times he went for a jog
but once he got lost in a fog
and fell in the bog
so he swam through the fog
almost at a jog
until he could get on a log
and call to the hogs
Major was a talented dog
I like your pattern. I like that you use the same last words in opposite order. It makes me want to pet Major. But he sounds dirty.
DeleteWell done!
Nice rhyming!
DeleteI used to think my father was quite annoying
ReplyDeletealways nagging and lecturing...boring!
until one day he was taken away
I never knew that kind of pain
that had come from that day
now that I have cherished every moment
always loving and hoping of it
that now he's gone, he will forever know
I will remember him wherever I go.
I really like this, it reminds us to cherish every moment with the ones close to us because we never know how much time we have with them.
DeleteSpring
ReplyDeleteSunlight shines through the once dark sky
What is left of the snow is beginning to fade
Flowers creep up after a long winter gone
Bare branches are once again covered in green
A light breeze flutters throughout the air
Animals return after a long winters sleep
Temperatures rise ending the cold
Spring is here, bringing new life
These hands are little hands
ReplyDeleteThey are tiny, soft, and delicate hands
They do a myriad of things throughout the day
They wash, they clean, they write, they play
These hands dance on a violin, a calculator, and a phone
They can even make a pretty tone
These hands are wonderful hands
These hands of which I speak
These are my hands
And these hands are mine to keep.
I love the rhyming and the simpleness to the poem. Very cute and fun to read.
DeleteThe wind blows as flowers bloom.
ReplyDeleteThe grass glistens under the fog.
Leaves appear and birds cheer.
A light breeze blows by.
The calm before the storm…
Fronts meet
Towering clouds arise
Rain falls
Lightning crashes
And thunderous applause follows
I love how you personified a storm. The line "The calm before the storm…" is great and very true!
DeleteThe Sea
ReplyDeleteRoaring like a lion
As scary as one too
Ready to drag you down
Deep within the blue
It's terrifying and beautiful
Easy to get turned around
You must watch where you step
Or you may possibly drown
It's vast and deep and wide
As amazing as the sun
But make one mistake
And you are surely done.
I love the rhymes used and the comparison of the sea to a lion. I can really picture the ocean in my head. Nicely done!!
DeleteNice imagery!
DeleteLost-Courage
ReplyDeleteI lost that sense of courage
Trying to appear strong to others
Instead I seem weak
And not caring like loving mothers
I'm trying to find it again
Though I'm not sure where it could be
Perhaps someone used it
While taking it away from me
This feeling of fear
Breaking down at away minute
I would really want someone to find it
So I may be courageous again.
I LOVE this poem!!! So beautiful and deep.
DeleteMy Path
ReplyDeleteI walk down the street,
the same path I always take.
The sky darkens and the rain falls upon me
foreshadowing the long day that awaits.
Life is a story untold
but secrets are revealed when least expected.
Words spoken can change everything and everyone.
I choose to walk a different street
unlike any path I've traveled before.
My life is mine to live.
Really great poem! It inspires me to take control of my own life! Good work!
Delete"Wanted: New ACT score" - Cameo by Yatri
ReplyDeleteWanted, a new ACT score
one that is a little higher than a 24
Even though its a little above average
I want one that will get my friends off my back
One that will help Yatri to fall in love with me
One to get into U of M and fulfill my dream
If I keep trying and trying I'm sure it will come
If not, then it's not meant to be,
and my 24 will be staying with me!
Beautifully said, hope it works out for you.
DeleteThanks buddy :)
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DeleteI love that I can connect with this poem. It just portrays another day in the life of Samuel Ansara. I like that you are optimistic about your future scores and that you have all these goals in mind.
DeleteThank you for your wonderful input, Michael.
DeleteThis is a great poem! I espicialy like Line 4.
DeleteThanks Reg!
Delete"Girl Seeking Sanity"
ReplyDeleteHer dreams grow more vivid
They portray images that have been suppressed
Her subconscious is obsessed
Its goal set on pushing her to livid
Old memories mock
Her inability to let go
And still, her logic does know
Somewhere inside, these feelings she can block
She can see that face
The one she tries to forget
The one that does not regret
Oblivious of the harm it does place
Distortions of the truth
Exaggerations of the past
Each as cruel as the last
Slowly destroying her youth
As terror insues
She throws up her wall
On the outside it wavers, but does not fall
Accidentally leaving clues
For the one she clearly can't stand
And loaths to remember
A used to be member
Yearning once more for that hand
But struggles with one thing above
Between logic and reason
And feelings of treason
Towards that one that she did once love
I absolutely love this poem. Every aspect of it beams with perfection. I think that the first few lines are very clever about the memories being suppressed.
DeleteHannah, I love this poem! The rhyming and description is fantastic!!
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ReplyDeleteFall
ReplyDeleteThe cooler weather
The leaves changing
Kids going back to school
The Friday night football games
The corn maizes and
The haunted houses
Dressing up for Halloween
And eating candy for days
Long walk through the park
Sips of apple cider
Jumping in piles of leaves
Thats what fall is all about
Count the stars with me tonight;
ReplyDeleteI am so tired,
But I can't sleep;
Insomnia is becoming my routine;
Walk with me hand in hand,
Help take away all of the minor details that perplex me
Into a state of anxiety;
Blow away the clouds
With all of your breath;
Maybe it will bring sense to my confusion;
I want to see everything that the sky has to offer;
Don't look at your watch,
The moon will keep the time;
It will rise slowly as we wander;
We are not lost
Even though our minds contain so many thoughts;
The universe keeps the secrets
Older than the longing in our bones;
Let's not make any promises
So many have been broken;
Just enjoy my company tonight.
I love the imagery in your poem especially in the first line and in "Blow away the clouds." Nice job it sounds really good!
DeleteI really love this! "The universe keeps the secrets older than the longing in our bones." is my favorite line! There is also a lot of great imagery.
DeleteYou are an outstanding writer! Your use of words is absolutely incredible, and the emotions and imagery are extremely powerful.
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ReplyDeleteMemories
ReplyDeleteA time of sadness and despair
We all sit in dead silence, listening
to the stories of the good times,
reminiscing in what used to be.
Tissues were passed around as tears begin to flow.
We all sit there in dead silence.
Waiting for my great-grandma
to arrive at any moment.
But she won't. For she can't.
She has moved on to a better place.
Taylor Watkins
Studied like I should
ReplyDeleteEven wrote a page of notes
Took the exam like a champ
Even though I felt like a ghost
The test was easy
Which made me worry
This is the final exam
I just wanted to scurry
My average was 76 percent
This exam would make a huge dent
I failed previous tests
But every time I tried my best
This was my final test
And promised to do my best
The exams were over
I felt like a bulldozer
I aced the test
...Well I got a 90 percent
It's funny I like it a lot Mackenzie! It's extremely easy to relate to, nice rhymes.
DeleteLittle Girl Memories by Natalya DiCiacca
ReplyDeleteBack when I was a little girl
My younger brother would pull on my hair
I would sing him little nursery rhymes
Just hoping to pass the time
I thought ketchup was blood
And liked to play in the mud
I would get out all of mom’s pots and pans
And make music on them with my hands
Sometimes I could be mean
Other times I tried jumping off the swing
Now I am almost fully grown
Soon I will be off on my own
It's cute. I especially like the end part where it says "Now I am almost fully grown
DeleteSoon I will be off on my own".
Competitiveness is the fuel of life. Humans constantly push eachother to strive for more. Without competition, there would be no reason for accomplishment. We are driven by the desire to be the best. Working hard, thinking that defeat is not an option. The best are not born, they are made from an individuals instinct to succeed. Success is bred from competition. Success will be forged on the road of competitiveness. So never accept defeat, because through the hard work, and the will to compete, victory will prevail.
ReplyDeleteThe Seven Dwarfs
ReplyDeleteDoc walked into the room of mixed emotions-
Happy is too giddy because of his ecstasy pills
Sleepy is on the bed with a bottle of NyQuil in hand
Sneezy is miserable because he hasn't taken his Clairitin D
Dopey is still out on the streets searching for some narcotics
Grumpy is a mean little dwarf since he ran out of anti-depressants
And last of them all is Bashful who is just too scared and shy to tell all of his friends that they all have a drug abusing problem
I really liked your poem! it describes them in a darker view that you'd never get with Disney.
DeleteVery clever, such a dark and unique take on the Snow White tale.
DeleteI love this poem, it really takes the story of Snow White and twists it way out of whack. Very nice!
DeleteHigh School
ReplyDeleteThe seniors all cheer
because the end is near
In a couple of weeks
they will no longer be here
But some day
they will look back
And when they do that
it will not be
the bads they see
Instead, They will see
the careless freedom
The friends they made
and the classroom fun
They will see
the people who made them smile
who were there trough it all
and made it seem worthwhile
They will see
the crazy football games
the supportive teammates
and the goofy nick names
Right now we focus
so much on the bads
that the goods won't be visible
until you look back
Very original Yatri! What a great thing to write about...I loved the last paragraph :)
DeleteI loved your poem Yatri! It reminds me that one day I will be looking back at the years we were in high school! Great Job!
DeleteYatri, I really enjoyed this poem! It definately reminds me of how even though we look forward for years to come, but these years have plenty of good times to cherish.
DeleteOde to My Teammates
ReplyDeleteOde to my teammates
Sisters that were destine to find each other
Battle mates on the field, best friends off
There's something about playing together that forms a bond
All working to accomplish one goal
It's not about one, it's about all
If one falls down, you pick them up
If one fails, you must succeed
You aren't just playing for yourself, you're playing for your team
Sports are a bitter-sweet thing,
You can't playing them forever
At one point in your life, your career is done
Your game ends, your season ends, high school ends, your youth ends,
But something that will never end is the friendship with your teammates
A bond that is hard to describe
So cherish the moments while you can,
Because even though time will fade and seasons will end, teammates are forever
Jessica!!!! I love this poem. I could picture your closely-knit group the whole time I was reading it...and I can definately relate! Great Job =)
DeleteSo true Jessica, took the words right out of my mouth! Great poem!
DeleteNice poem Jess!
DeleteMy Fairy Tale
ReplyDeleteThe bright lights light up the stage,
The anticipation growing with each second.
This is what we've all waited for,
Counted down the days, the hours, the minutes.
All for this moment.
The band takes the stage,
The crowd erupts into screams
And everything becomes so surreal.
Its hard to believe the night's finally come.
As the band begins the first song,
Tears slide down my cheek as I belt out the lyrics with all my heart.
The crowd moves in sync, moving to the beat.
As the night comes to a close,
Everyone files out of the venue,
Sad that it's over so soon.
This is where I'm truly happy,
With other people who are here for the same reason:
The love for the band.
This is my fairy tale.
Ode to a Tennis Ball:
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't think that such a small thing could control your life as a player.
This small, round object, covered in yellow material will do exactly what you tell it to do, but you must be specific.
You can drive it across the flat cement plane or let it soar and abruptly fall from the sky
This object can help you win, but it can also make you lose.
Choose your strategy wisely...your match depends on this next point.
This is so good! I really love how you emphasized how the tennis ball can help you win or lose.
DeleteYou don't understand me,
ReplyDeleteOr why I do the things I do.
But I am only trying to love myself,
only I can't seem to figure out how.
I wish I had a perfect smile like yours,
A perfect body like yours,
and the confidence you do.
Someone once told me that to love someone, you must love yourself first.
Could you tell me how to do that?
Could you please tell me?
I want a perfect body
DeleteI want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around...
High school
ReplyDeleteThe endlessly long classes where I sleep and drool.
The crowded hallways where we push and shove
Heading to our classes that we're all sick of.
The friends I've made through playing sports
I wouldn't give it up for anything because life is short.
The homework I didn't do again
Procrastination gets the best of me every now and then.
The Friday night lights where I cheer on with my friends
Hoping that days like these never end.
The chit-chats and newest gossip at lunch
That we all listen to while we munch.
The homecoming and prom dances
That we rush to get dates for, but are only fake romances.
The life of a high schooler is long and tough,
But we know we'll miss it soon enough.
Love the poem abbey! It's sad to think highschool is almost over.
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DeleteNice job wabbey! :D
DeleteSnapshot of a Love
ReplyDeleteToday I looked at you
and realized all your flaws
are the things I love the most.
The green of your eyes are like forests,
waiting for me to come right in,
dive in and explore.
The hair on your chin
that's thicker on the left than on the right,
is another thing that I can't forget
about you.
And the way you laugh at everything
with your wide eyes and your goofy grin
makes me enjoy these little things even more.
The wrinkles between your eyebrows
when you're deep in thought
reminds me of two distinct lines,
as if to the world to pause for a moment.
And the little dot of beauty
right above your lip
is distracting enough
to keep me thinking of you all through today.
So know now and tomorrow,
these images stay burnt in my mind
of a boy who came around,
who came here to stay.
I really liked this! It was really cute and now I really wanna know who this special guy is. Just try to clarify the comparison about the two wrinkles but all in all it was awesome and I really liked it!
DeleteHis End
ReplyDeletePale face,
he has finished his race.
Silence so still,
looks could kill.
Eyes closed,
The poor child lies perfectly posed.
Too young for his end,
he was fairly ten.
Too much commotion,
while he lies with no motion,
his smile so blank,
seeing it, my heart sank.
His closed eyes,
Were once like the deep blue sky,
But now it is time,
for me to say goodbye.
I loved this poem. Very powerful. It's melancholy and sorrowful but not too morbid. Great job.
DeleteI loved your poem! You used such great imagery and it was so sad! Great Job!
DeleteHere's a quick haicu:
ReplyDeleteCity of canals
Gondolas, the renaissance
A trip to the past
Prompt: Create a modern fairy tale
ReplyDeleteThe Prince
Things have changed
Balls are nothing more than high school dances
We used to ride up on white horses, now we ride in white limos
Our suits are made from fabric, and not armor
We used to have to slay a dragon
Now we have to face the girl’s father
Born to Lead
ReplyDeleteYou say you were born to lead,
To help all who are in need,
To protect the weak,
And reward the meek,
For you are the savior,
And they vote in your favor.
But you fail as you lead,
And you hurt those in need,
You abandoned the weak,
And you penalized the meek,
So you are no savior,
But they vote in your favor.
For you lie and you shame,
Those that you blame,
You refuse responsibility,
And you take no liability,
For you are their savior,
And they vote in your favor.
And those that shall wallow,
Will be those who follow,
And refuse to see that as their guide,
You lied and lied.
For you are the master,
Who leads this disaster,
For you claim you’re their savior,
So they vote in your favor
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ReplyDeleteThe Real Fairytale
DeleteMulans man really like guys
of every shape and size.
Auroas Prince kissed her out of her sleep
just to find out he was a creep.
Cinderellas Champ was to drunk to remember her face
after she left without a trace.
Ariels love wanted her to keep
even though she didn't say one peep.
Jasemines dude was a thief
whose lies were deeper than the coral reef.
Snow Whites fellow saved her from a curse of a witch
only because she was once rich.
Not every Prince were who they seem,
so did they really achieve their dream?
I really like your poem because it's true,and because it's funny too. My favorite lines are the last two. I also like this poem because of the fairtale theme.
Delete
ReplyDeleteIf I were in charge of the world
Everyone would be rich
No starving people on the side of the roads
No hungry kids crying for food
If I were in charge of the world
There’d be happier people,
more desserts, and
no chores
If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn’t hate your leader
You wouldn’t have to eat your vegetables
You wouldn’t have a ton of rules,
just simple ones
If I were in charge of the world
every day would bring excitement
All sports would be loved equally
All people would be loved equally
If I were in charge of the world,
everything would be better
I will vote for you to be the next president of the world. But I really like how you used "You" in the 2nd stanza over and over. It catches the attention of the reader.
Delete"Ultimate Vacation"
ReplyDeleteGirls run across the beach.
Kids play in the hot, wet sand.
Relaxation time.
Prompt: Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI am from peach pie on a summer afternoon.
I am from picnics by the creek.
From trees that reach into the sky,
And provide hours of endless fun.
I am from old Polish music playing softly
Throughout the house.
From dice rolling and marbles moving
And cards shuffling.
From “friendly” competition to all the laughs
And pats on the back.
I am from catching fireflies at dusk.
From watching the stars appear in the night sky.
I’m from begging to stay up just ten more minutes
And falling asleep listening to stories of old.
That’s where I’m from.
I'm Going Home
ReplyDeleteBy Blain Shinkle, Grade 11
Based on the play “The Terezin Promise” by Celeste Raspanti
As the voices slip away
And turn to whispers,
As the flames die into darkness
And turn to ashes,
I hear myself screaming,
“I'm going home.”
When the bullets fly out of sight
And disappear into the sky,
When the cries of young men echo
And fade away with the falling night,
I hear myself shouting,
“I'm going home.”
When the blood siphons out,
And the veins are emptied completely,
When the eyes turn to stone,
And the skin turns to ice,
I hear myself whispering,
“I'm going home.”
As the pain melts into sleep,
And all feeling numbs into nothing,
As warmth becomes lost in winter,
And thought diffuses into oblivion,
I can no longer make a sound.
As I lie here in wait,
Frigid and unmoving,
A hand falls to rest upon my body,
And a woman's voice rings from above.
She whispers,
“He won't go home now.”
White. White is all that surrounds me.
ReplyDeleteThe light, reflecting off the snow, is blinding.
As I walk, ice crunches beneath my feet.
A frigid wind accompanies the frozen ground.
I stand shivering, admiring the beauty.
Nothing seems alive. All is still, all is silent.
I feel as thought I can finally breathe.
I can think, I can dream, because silence surrounds me.
Abstract
ReplyDeleteLife is like a canvas.
Our experiences make the art.
We choose the colors to use, we choose where to start.
There is no one true meaning.
Painting are not always what they show.
They reach deep insode of you, for only a meaning you know.
Nice Megan! Way to represent for our table.
DeleteFall-Out Fairytale
ReplyDeleteThe little princess was getting older
She would dance about her room
And think about her prince's dreamy smolder
Then came the ball
Though most would call it simply prom
The beaten and battered pumpkin carriage
Pulled up plunkily down Dreary Lane
I'm sure the muffin man heard it's soulful screech
Her prince arrived with a suit that was trollishly tattered
As soon as she got to the ball
She had a great fall
Then lost her Jimmy Choos
Her dreams were shattered
Bippity Boppity Boo
Ode to the track
ReplyDeleteyour rock hard surface, your patchy holes.
400 meters of pain. Your dark surface reflects.
If it's warm, you make it hotter
If it's windy, you make it windier.
If im in pain, You help it subside.
you make winning,
that much better.
675,000,000 seconds that's all that most people get
ReplyDeleteand before we know it time has ran out,
the last grain of sand has dropped
We dance when no ones watching,
ReplyDeletewe dance harder when they are.
We dance with love and passion,
we dance to heal a scar.
We dance and use our bodies to tell a tale,
we dance even though others want us to fail.
We dance to the sound, the beat of our heart,
we dance even though our life is falling apart.
awhh destiny, this is so good. It shows your true passion for dance.
DeleteBig rough hands grab me from behind,
ReplyDeletewith that familiar laugh that was just oh so kind,
Running outside through the cornstalks,
i miss those days when all we would ever do was talk.
You went into the doctors sick,
and you came out saying, "Oh Jalyn that was just a cinch."
Everything went back to the way it was,
But I always seemed to see you pause.
You would get tired so quickly,
and to me, you started to look sickly.
When I came over to visit you weren't there and no one would give me an answer.
Through my moms cries all I heard was the word "...cancer."
You told me not to worry,
And that's when my eyes started to get blurry.
The last thing I ever heard you say was "I love you."
and if i could just have one more day with you, I would have said, "Grandpa, I love you too."
Jalyn that was such a good poem! It was so sad and showed how much you loved your grandpa.
DeleteI am from the sunny kitchen
ReplyDeletewhere mom would make me breakfast.
I am from the backyard
where baseball and kickball were played until dark.
I am from my "Whinnie the Pooh" bedroom
where i slept with all my stuffed animals
so none of them felt sad or left out.
I am from family vacations
to Disney World and California.
I am from the cottage at Posey Lake
and spending the long, hot days in the water.
I am from papa giving me quaters
so I could go garage sailing with nana.
I am from the house I've lived in since birth
with my mom, dad, and little sister.
I am from the stage
where I've learned to perform and sing my heart out.
I am from the great friends I've made
with memories I'll never forget.
As I stare at the piles and piles or scrapbooks,
I remember the days of preschool and grade school
and middle school and high school.
and then I look at my furute
I may not know where I'm going,
But i do know where I'm from.
I'ts so nervewracking everytime
ReplyDeleteno matter how many times you do it
You walk in full of confidence
ready to give it all you got
But then you see their intimidating faces
and suddenly every ounce of confidence
you had has vasnished-gone
With a smile on your face
you try as hard as you can
to gain some of it back
Because it's all or nothing
you get a one
maybe two minute shot
to leave an impression on
somebody who doesnt even know-
or care less who you are
UNLESS
you show them exactly what they want
then and there
it's nervewracking everytime
no matter how many times you do it
and its impossible to know what hey want
you either have it
or you don't
you can pour your heart into it
and it still may not be good enough
so you have to show them what you've got
or it's "next!" for you
it's everything you've ever dreamed of
and the pressure's on you
it's nervewracking everytime
no matter how many times you do it
"Mirror Mirror"
ReplyDeleteShe sits and she stares
Tweaking and fixing all that is fair
Snow White stops to look
And all she can see
Is skin so soft, white and pasty
So she pleas "oh daddy please can I tan?
That's the only way I'll ever get a man!"
Rapunzel stops next and just stands there
All she can see is her mass of hair
So she cuts it all off feeling her power,
But now she will never be rescued from her tower.
Cinderella sees weakness
So she cleans and she cleans
And never wishes and forgets all her dreams
She never receives her lost glass slipper
And never knows that her prince should be with her.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
None of these girls
Because they changed it all