This tradition began about eight years ago in New York City (go to http://www.poets.org/ for more info), and it has made its way to the great state of North Carolina. I can't wait to see how it goes.
Please comment with your favorite poems, and be sure to always keep a poem in your pocket and a dream in your heart.
Here's one to ponder:
An excerpt from "The Waste Land"
by T.S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love,
ReplyDeletelistens but doesn't believe and
leaves before she is left. -Marilyn Monroe
Thanks for sharing! Is this a poem or a quote?
Delete"Dreams"
ReplyDeleteHold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
LIfe is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
BY: Langston Hughes
Balances by:Nikki Giovanni
ReplyDeletein life
one is always
balancing
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)
3 grains of salt
to one ounce truth
our sweet black essence
or the funky honkies down the street
and lately I've begun wondering
if you re trying to tell me something
we used to talk all night
and do things alone together
and i've begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
Love this, and her, and you. Great job. You are doing so well with poetry.
DeleteYou Have brains in your head
ReplyDeleteYou have feet in your shoes,
You steer yourself, any direction you choose.
You're on your own, and you know what you know
And YOU are the guy who'll
Decide where to go..
-Dr. Suess
jabberwocky
ReplyDelete`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
That Four Letter Word.
ReplyDeleteWhen life seems so down and blue,
I hope you know someone on this earth thinks about you.
The skies could be grey and you can be on your knees to pray, just know they love you ither way.
You could be full of hate and sorrow but they love like there is no tomorrow.
They care no matter where you are, Whether it be a Bus, Plane or Car.
You could be hurting deep down inside, but for those few people you can say to everyone else "They never lied."
Love is a four letter word that can change your life in a good way, but me, I stick with friends and family because they are there every other day!
-Samantha Turner
I love My Job by: Dr. Suess
ReplyDeleteI love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, she is the best!
I love her boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location,
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell,
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and every file.
I'd love them more if they worked a while.
I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job - I'll say it again -
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who've come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!
Only You
ReplyDeleteEvery time you look at me
Chills go down my spine
you send butterflies to
my stomach you put love
in my heart.
You say your sorry but you
hurt me again I can't take
that pain it's best for you
to go you make me rather be
alone.
Hate of Highschool]
ReplyDeleteHighschool's cool,
but it can sometimes be cruel.
Some people start drama,
most of the time it comes back like karma.
Now most of you know me, I'm not like any other girl,
but alot of people say stuff that puts me in a whirl.
I may be crazy, but never insane,
because I do have a brain, and I know what your sayin'.
And in highschool you go on one "Date"
After that all you will get is "HATE"!
Highschool can sometimes be great,
it doesnt always have to be about who you hate,
And who you date.
Its your Golden years,
So don't live in fear,
think Win-Win
don't ever give in.
Jasmine Druckemiller
That is a very good poem.
Delete"I'm Not Turning Back"
ReplyDeleteEvery time i would ask, you said i was tripping.
I trusted you boy, but now i am quitting.
You broke my heart, took it and tore it apart.
You promised to me never again.
But maybe i'd be better if we were just friends.
I never really had proof.
But now its your time to moan and weep.
I stayed true and faithful to you.
Something you couldn't.
I wanted to let go, but i just wouldn't .
You said you were mine,evidently your not.
She already told me what happened.
Yea that's what i thought.
I knew you was playing, but i still loved you.
I had a lot of feelings so what could i do.
But now they are gone..Whose fault is that?
You took a knife and put it in my back.
You didn't know what you had.
Isn't that sad.
I loved you with all my heart, and still do.
But how could you play me for a fool.
Baby i trusted you, why did you do that?
BUt now i'm leaving, and i'm not truning back.
When you really want something,
ReplyDeletesometimes you have to swim a little
deeper... you can't give up just
because things don't come easy...
you have to overcome the obstacles
and face your fears...
but in the end, it's all worth
while! Life is full of ups and downs,
but if you believe in yourself
you will always come through with
flying colors...Value friendship,
love and faith...never
underestimate yourself
believe in yourself!
Have a good life!
By:Someone I don't know. Comment by Cintia Rivera
Wild Strawberries
ReplyDeleteBy Shel Silverstein
Are Wild Strawberries really wild?
Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?
Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam?
Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?
Can they be trained to not growl at the guests?
Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess?
Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows,
Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows,
Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse,
Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house,
And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly,
Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?
Or should we make a pet out of something less scary,
Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry,
Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed
If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed.
Natures first green is gold
ReplyDeleteher hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
so Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day
nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
Music
ReplyDeleteby : Jackrabbit
Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how it's used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Music can make everything feel like home
Music can harm and take away
Music can make you want to stay
Music is the closest thing I have
Music is my mom and dad
Music is what keeps me alive
When i feel like I can't survive
from my mind 2 the depths of my soul I yearn 2 acheive all of my goals and ALL of my free time will be spent on the ones i miss I will lament
ReplyDeleteI am not a perfectionist but still I seek perfection I am not a romantic but yet I yearn 4 affection
Eternally my mind will produce ways 2 put my talents 2 use and when im done no matter where i've been I 'll yearn 2 do it all again
- Tupac Shakur
You
ReplyDeleteBy Ashley McLean
The first thing I think of
when I think of you,
Is your wonderful smile.
The second would be your adorable laugh.
I could go on and on,
but the list would never end.
When I think of the short time
that we've been together
and of all of the happy memories we've already shared
it amazes me to no end
and I know that we were meant to be together.
I look at you and see overflowing love, hope, and joy
As well as charm, strength, happiness and dignity.
With all of these wonderful qualities
it's no wonder I love you so.
You may shoot me with your words,
ReplyDeleteYou may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
-Maya Angelou
This poem is very deep and interesting, nice job.
DeleteGood poem, very deep
Delete"Childless Woman"
ReplyDeleteThe womb Rattles its pod, the moon Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go. My landscape is a hand with no lines, The roads bunched to a knot, The knot myself, Myself the rose you acheive--- This body, This ivory Ungodly as a child's shriek. Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image, Uttering nothing but blood--- Taste it, dark red! And my forest My funeral, And this hill and this Gleaming with the mouths of corpses.
-Sylvia Plath-
Fantastic poem.
DeleteGive me your eyes for just one second
ReplyDeleteGive me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see.
By: Brandon Heath.
Very good! I like how you tied in something we used in class during the unit on Night. :)
DeleteI’m On The Pursuit Of Happiness And I Know Everything That Shines Ain’t Always Gonna Be Gold
ReplyDeleteI’ll Be Fine Once I Get It; I’ll Be Good
- Kid Cudi
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DeleteLas Cosas Pequeñas
ReplyDeleteTu sonrisa
Tu carita
Tu forma de ser
Precio no tiene
Y es amor
Yo lo se
Nada vale más que un beso fiel
Y son las cosas pequeñas
Un te quiero
Un te amo (un te amo)
Y son las cosas pequeñas
Un abrazo
Un te extraño (un te extraño)
Y la forma de tu mirar
Es lo que me enseña a como amar
Y la forma de tu expresar
Es lo que supera lo material
Por tu amor puedo respirar
Aquí quiero estar
Un recuerdo, para siempre
Un beso en la frente
Es lo más importante
Y es amor
Yo lo se
Nada podrá igualar tu sencillez
English Version Below(:
The Little Things
Your smile
your little face
the way you are is unpriceless
and it's love
I know
nothing is more valuable than a faithful kiss
and the little things are one "I love you"
one " I'm in love with you " (I fall in love with you)
and the little things are
a hug
an " I miss you "( I miss you)
and the way you look
that's what teach me how to love
and the way you express
This is what surpasses the material
( things )
cause of your love I can breathe
I want to be here
a memory forever
a kiss on the forehead
is the most important
and it's love
I know
Nothing can match your simplicity
By ; Geoffrey Royce Rojas <3 (:
And now I tell you openly,
ReplyDeleteyou have my heart so don't hurt me.
You're what I couldn't find.
A totally amazing mind,
so understanding and so kind;
You're everything to me.
"dreams" by The Cranberries
This is a beautiful poem.
DeleteI bounce,i dribble
ReplyDeleteon parquet,
headed for net
far away.
Getting closer
then stopped short,
i'm surrounded
at midcourt.
Looking around
i look hard,
i find opening
to the point gaurd.
I fake left
then spin right,
i release ball
it's in flight.
Point gaurd catches
perfect pass,
now much closer
to backboard glass.
With brows of sweat
an body hot,
point gaurd sets
and takes shot.
Ball hits backboard
then drops in,
cheering crowd
three point win.
Some celebrate
some in shock,
watching shot
beat the clock.
I hold my head up just enough to see the sky
ReplyDeleteAnd when we go we won't go slow we'll put up such a fight
And you will be one day exactly what you are
Just keep your head held high
Kiss your fist and touch the sky
- Kirko bangz
Somethin Bout a Truck
ReplyDeleteBy:Kip Moore
Somethin bout a truck in a farmers field
A no trespass sign, and time to kill
Nobody's gonna get hurt, so what's the big deal
Somethin bout a truck in a farmer's field
Your poem is very interesting, young man.
DeleteAwesome song
Delete*Multiplacation Is Multiplying*
ReplyDeleteLate last year,
During winter vacation,
Dad got us our dog,
his name is Multiplication.
Multiplication's a good dog,
But he's not without trouble,
Because one day I woke up,
And saw that he'd doubled.
Two dogs were there,
They looked just like him;
2 X 1 and,
I had a big grin.
Two dogs were cool,
But what about more?
The next day I woke up,
And i saw four.
four dogs were a lot,
But the fun was still great,
Until the next morning,
When I saw there were eight.
Eight dogs for walking,
Was one of my fears.
That's 32 legs,
16 ears.
But eight dogs were only,
A small complication,
Compared to,
sixteen.
My dog's, Multiplication.
That's 64 paws,
16 long tails,
32 eyes,
256 toe nails.
Having so many dogs,
Has been a wild and fun ride,
But it's time Multiplication,
Learns to divide.
Great poem, young man.
DeleteNo matter what they say i do
ReplyDeleteno they can't that away from you
rather you here or rather you far away from here
you kept it real,you kept it real
and even though life must go on
im sending you this thug song
memories keep playing over and over
you are a tru soldier
by:Lil Boosie
If I were the color blue,
ReplyDeleteI'd sing sad songs for you.
If I were the color yellow,
I'd be a happy fellow.
If I were the color red
I'd look like me when I bled.
If I were the color green,
I'd grow like a big string bean.
If I were the color brown,
I'd be a chocolate town.
If I were the color pink,
I'd be a lemony drink.
Good poem
DeleteVery interesting.
DeleteThere's this girl in the mirror,
ReplyDeleteI wonder who she is,
Sometimes I think I know her,
Sometimes I wish I did.
There is a story in her eyes,
Lullabies and goodbyes.
When she's looking back at me I can tell...
She's hurting inside.
If she could show you how much you hurt her,
you'd never be able to look her in the eyes again.
I'm a daughter hiding my depression,
I'm your friend acting like I'm fine.
I'm a teenager pushing her tears aside,
I'm the girl siting next to you,
I'm the one asking for you to care.
I'm your friend hoping you'll still be there.
Everything you do and all the words you say,
you know that it all takes my breath away.
You got to appreciate her,
before you respect her,
got to respect her,
before you like her,
got to like her,
before you love her,
and that's the greatest love of all.
I'm not sure about much,
and I always struggle to explain the way I feel.
I don't open to anyone,
and I keep my heart locked away,
but somehow you got me to tell you my deepest,
darkest secrets,
and somehow I might have fallen in love with you.
What we had seems like it's been forgotten and replaced,
It seems like it was a one time deal,
like I only had one chance with you,
and that one chance has been screwed up.
I didn't mean too.
I'll admit that,
but I thought you'd care enough to come back.
You always made me smile,
but a smile isn't forever.
She's a disaster.
She looses faith in herself everyday.
Her life is a mess and she don't care.
No one understands her and people say stuff to put her down,
and no one even notices that she might be breaking inside.
Or they never notice that maybe she needs a hug from someone,
or someone to sit there with her and listen to her.
Look. Your beautiful. Never let someone tell you your not. Everyone can see it. I don't know why you can't see yourself as beautiful as I do.
We all have dreams.
We all just want to chase after the good ones,
we want to make the best one's come true,
and throw away the worst ones.
We all cry.
We all laugh.
We all hurt.
We all have feelings.
The thing is we all use them differently.
- ALL by Sylvanna Nicole(:
"Juicy" by Biggie Smalls
ReplyDeleteIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine. Hangin' pictures on my wall. Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl, I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
As I leave my competition repirator style, climbed the ladder to success escalator style, hold ya'll breath, I told ya'll, death controls ya'll, BIG don't fold ya'll. I spit phrases that'll thrill you, your nobody till somebody kills you.
James Moore
"I'm living in the moment til God push the button"
ReplyDelete- Kid Cudi
“No Worries”
ReplyDeleteBy Haley Atkins
Being a little boy
Always playing and running
Pretending playhouses are like pirate ships
And sticks are like swords
No worries in the world
Rain boots were a must
Of course puddles would not stomp themselves
And playing in the dirt was a daily routine
Little boy played with his daddy
Sitting on his lap, listening to scary stories
Being tickled and running away
Wishing, someday, he would be as big as his dad
He wants to be grown up
But he doesn’t know that he will be sad when he does
He will miss baths with rubber duckies
And being tucked by his mom at night
The worries he’d never even thought of
Are now an obstacle for him but
No matter the age he will always know
That with family there comes no worries
Gentleness : Yulissa Guzman
ReplyDeleteSuch a pretty rose,
With such gentle petals
Too bad it doesn’t last forever.
The petals fall after the wind has blown,
They travel back and forth,
Through the lonely road.
What a unique beauty
What a unique journey.
No beauty deserves loneliness,
No beauty deserves such death.
But when the rose dies,
It will be born again.
Let it bloom,
Do not kill it,
For when it has had enough,
It will surely die.
Its trials during the journey,
Will not be more than just a moment.
Be its protection,
Against the wind and the storms.
Be its protection,
Let it go its own direction.
For its journey has to be far more than a lonely one.