My friend Ashley cleft the -ley in twelfth grade. In an attempt to recover, she truncated her name, just like her mom lost to breast cancer.
She spread ashes over Rockbridge, the gray compost of childhood. A stained housecoat lies in the bottom of Ash's closet now, plunder,
a stolen inheritance she sneaked away from Dad. Today, she and I walked downtown together in each other's clothes, twin messy buns and coffees in hand.
She calls me Jo, a nickname I share with her stepmom. We both know her borrowed mom cannot live up to the real one she imagines.
Jo can't teach her how to buy fruit, hem pants, dry roses any more than I can. I did say, "Ash, every time I wear pantyhose I remember my mom.
I can conjure her scent after an important day. Yes, there was the cigarette breath, but we edit that out. All of our mothers die," I tell her.
We do this only in remembrance: reinvent them in our waking dreams, through other people, in us. The memories, like dreams, do not come true.
"The day I flew" today was the day the day i would fly "Today I'm going to fly" ,I say i get a running start to help me fly then liftoff and I'm flying really flying but only for a second before i land that's when i began to understand that while flying is fun I decide that I am done because the landing is harder than it looks so i will just stick to reading about flying in my books.
"don't let her go" Look her and I weren’t meant to be It wasn’t destiny That put us together And we weren’t forever But all’s still fair in love and war Too bad I can’t love her like used too anymore I know you’re not full of yourself So think about this She’s no doubt the kind of girl you will miss No need for any betting Losing her is something you’ll never stop regretting It’ll haunt you for the rest of your life And no matter who you’re with No matter where you go It’ll replay in your mind like your own personal horror show No matter how hard you try to forget You’ll always know That you shouldn’t have even thought about letting her go And if you do let her go Then you will know Every bit of pain that I have ever known
Yulissa - this Maya Angelou poem should go under the "Poem in Your Pocket" day post. This post is for your ORIGINAL poem, one you wrote yourself. :) - Mrs. Perkins
"Thursday Night Lights" The warm weather and the burring hot sun. Waking up in the morning, knowing I will win tonight. You go to school like every normal day, But this night will be different than the rest of the week.
Waiting in the locker room. You get into your uniform. In your mind you prepare for the worst. There will be a war tonight, And my team will be victorious. Walking past the crowd, It’s a rush like no other. You’re a gladiator and you’re in Caesar’sColiseum. You have to put on a good show for the crowd.
It’s time, You can’t prep anymore. You run out onto the field, With your teammates behind you and the cheerleaders cheering. You go to the side lines, The coin has been flipped, We’ve won the toss and now we choose to take the ball. It’s time to play.
The ball has been kicked, No turning back now. You’re on the field with your brothers. You must do your job, And hope your team does theirs.
A few seconds left on the clock, You’re in the lead. Victory! You and your brothers have won. Time to celebrate and move on to the next battle.
I can’t help that I love you, I can’t help what I feel when I’m around you The butterflies in my stomach, My heart pounding rapidly, Smiling like never before, Feeling like no one else matters but you.
I can’t help that when I’m not with you I can’t stop thinking about you, All I want to do is be with you. When you hold me, it’s like nothing can come between us, Just being in your arms is like showing that you love me. Kissing you gives me butterflies.
But I can’t help that you don’t love me the way I love you. I can’t help that you don’t think of me the way I think of you. I can’t help that. I can’t help but think of all the things that we have done.
I can’t help that I love you. I can’t help my feelings when I’m around you, I can’t help but to think about you when you’re not around.
I love seeing my Granny, She lives in Greensboro, So I see her maybe once a month, She’s getting older and can’t do things she used to do, I still love seeing my Granny.
When we go see her, The ride is like a bottom-less pit, But finally we get there, But when we get there we go up the elevator then go into her room, We see her either sleeping or watching TV, Then we always get a list from her for groceries and necessities,
After we get those, We come back and hangout with her, Even though she’s normally asleep, I still love seeing my Granny.
When we have to leave, I become sad but stay strong, She makes my day when I see her, But makes me depressed when I see her so helpless, So we have to help her so much, I still love my Granny.
I give her my hug and kiss bye, And she does the same, She always tells me how handsome and smart I am, Then her eyes become red and she tears up which makes me even more sad, But I have to stay strong, And despite all of that, I still love my Granny with all of my heart.
Long lost boy There once was a little boy Who was lost in this world? Not knowing when to stay or go He always ran away from home Nothing could keep him in one home He was going from home to home.
Not quiet knowing when to stay He’s always on the run Looking and searching for the one The one he could call mom The one he would love more than No other the one that birth Him and who could also love Him like no other.
He never had a real one He thought he was stuck With just a father that Couldn’t love him like a mother could his father Mistreated him horribly while Telling him horrible stuff About his mother He grew to hate his father Never to look up him Wishing and wanting to find her.
20 lines Due on Friday Started it on Monday Do not know what to write But still it is due on Friday Better not waste all my time Because it is due on Friday All 20 lines no less All the time but nothing to write Nothing intresting or exciting To put down for Friday Just sitting Thinking. This is harder than steel But still nothing down for Friday Oh, I know exactly what to write! Nevermind, that will never work. For Friday. Wait. I am writing something now. Is it a poem? Is it 20 lines? It is good for Friday.
Windy today and I feel less than brilliant, driving over the hills from work. There are the dark parts on the road when you pass through clumps of wood and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean, but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.
I should call Marie and apologize for being so boring at dinner last night, but can I really promise not to be that way again? And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.
Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail; the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves are full of infant chlorophyll, the very tint of inexperience.
Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio, and on the highway overpass, the only metaphysical vandal in America has written MEMORY LOVES TIME in big black spraypaint letters,
which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.
Last night I dreamed of X again. She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets. Years ago she penetrated me but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, I never got her out, but now I’m glad.
What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle. What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel. What I thought was an injustice turned out to be a color of the sky.
Outside the youth center, between the liquor store and the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;
overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer; like a bride ripping off her clothes,
dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,
so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It’s been doing that all week: making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more.
I Am Poem I Am Monte’ My mother would describe me as different My friends call me monkey I keep to myself I remember when I lost my grandfather I’ve learned to just live my life to the fullest I hide my feelings I read no books I shout out football is life all day every day I am short I want to be successful I will never stop until I get to the top I won’t ever give up on my dream I can be unstoppable at times I pretend that I am monkey sometimes I sing that I am hopeful I am my mother keep I dream to be make it I am afraid that I will never make it I reach for the stars I say I’m sorry when I mess up I love my family I declare for the world to hear that I am made it I am a dream chaser
Mommy never got to see your eyes, See you cry or even hold your hand. She always dreamed and laughed about What you would do if you were here now.
Mommy cried the day she went into labor early with you. Mom and Dad never got to meet you face to face. They had many decisions and plans if only they had more time with you.
Mommy always prayed for you to be healthy But,she never knew you would leave so soon. She'll never forget the day you departed Around Five in the afternoon.
She knew something wasn't right Although we prayed for the both of you. So now she just looks at your pictures And cries herself to slep at night.
There are many "What if's" that are said About you,as in what if you were really To be born on November 16,2012. But now all we can do is dream and mourn 'Cause we wish you were here.
We won't mourn very long because you're In a better place You are going to always be Mommy's "Little General" but God wanted you to be with him.
We'll dedicate many songs to you, And never forget all about you. We'll pray for strength everyday. None of mommy's dreams will ever come true Because God called you home.
You always be mommy's "Little General" Always be in hers and our hearts Soon we'll meet you in HEAVEN. Love Always, Auntie Ashley Ortega
Today is like any other day Though one month closer to May. More animals can be seen, Though your eyes have to be keen.
I see bees on the trees near the pond, Knowing that we have no bond. Avoiding them as I walked through, They look at me wondering what I am going to do.
Big blue broken waves on the small body of water, Flipping fast fish flow fierce flaps frequently. Yellow colored boats, houses, trucks, and cars, Yellow powder not kept in jars.
All I do is fish, Then eat them on a dish. The fish tastes fine, After I hook it fresh on my fishing line.
I can’t wait till summer, Green grass everywhere like a sea of algae. I don’t like those hummers, Sounding like the band of drummers.
Why did she have to go? The woman who meant the world to me The woman that made me smile through hard times The woman that can make anything better. She was there for me through everything Why did she have to go?
Faye Fox She was an intelligent woman That always made things come true in a child’s life like mine She was the best grandmother I ever could have but she had to go I wasn’t ready for her to leave this world She didn’t tell me she was about to go Without her I don’t know where I would be in life right now Why did she have to go? Grandma I want you back with me Was it really your time to go?
She was like a good smelling rose in the spring time Blooming from a pretty rose garden But why? Why did she have to go? The world may never know.
There are different kinds of vegetables in the world And in many colors like green, orange, yellow, or white But we all know that kids don't like to eat their vegetables. They would have a tantrum about the nasty vegetables they have to eat They kick, jump up and down or just lie on the floor screaming.
They would rather get goodies like candy and ice cream And many other treat. But sugars and sweets can make your teeth Rot. Now vegetables on the other hand is sugars worst nightmare to them, Trying to make them not rot anyone's teethes. Vegetables are the one's for your kids; they can provide vitamins A & D.
Vegetables are nature's candies and treats. Eating a single piece Of carrot can make you see well and that mean no glasses. But eating a single piece of m&m can make you gain Calories and you have to run about the size of a soccer field To loose that.
Vegetables are so green and healthy, candies so sweet and taste So good but not good for your health. Now kids think twice about what you want The next time you go to the store for a treat
The Time Is Now. I woke up this morning the first thing that came to mind was that today was playoff game day. I have been anticipating this day for the past week. I’m feeling nervous, but I’m ready. All those weeks of hard work and dedication are finally going to pay off tonight. After I eat a good breakfast I head over to school. I can never concentrate in school on game days, especially not a playoff game. I am constantly checking the clock. I’m ready to see the hour hand on the 3.
As I sit in class I reminisce all the good times at practice, at games and rides back home. I think to myself that this season can either be over tonight or it can be extended. All of the sudden I hear the bell ring. I quickly glance over my right shoulder and smile, finally the time is here. As I make my way to the locker room many friends tell me good luck, it is a great feeling.
I walk in the locker room and see all my teammates. As we start to put on our uniforms I start to get butterflies in my stomach. All of a sudden I get really nervous, but it’s a good nervous. It is a nervous that makes me want to win more than anything at this moment.
After we are all done getting ready our coach walks in. We are told of how proud he is of us and how far we’ve came. What coach told us that stood out to me the most was when he said “Win tonight so we can practice tomorrow.”
When we walked onto the field I looked around and saw many friends this made me happy. I asked myself why I wanted this win and my answer was for the team. As the referee arrives we all go to our positions. I take a look around, I feel as if I were pro. The sun is down, and the stadium lights are on. After long ways anticipation the time is now.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. You can really get a sense of how you felt that day by the way you describe it. It gives the reader a sense of anticipation.
This poem expresses nicely, in my opinion, your day and what you felt as you went through it. I like that about it. I also just like the fact that I can see what you do on game days; I've always wondered, really. It must be really exciting! I shall reward unto you the Chalice of Vigor. You are now under the watch of the Sabbadt. Come wielding your weaponry, and be at ready.
Why does this happen? I was determined at first. My confidence is now fading. Should I have even tried in the first place?
Things always end up like this. They never turn out the right way. I feel like a beggar being teased by the rich. Seeing everyone with something that I've never known.
No hope for me. My friends tell me I should believe in myself. I wish I could. Things aren't that easy. No hope for me.
Along comes an opportunity and I take it. Damn it! Just a lie. Like all the rest of them. No surprise.
Back to the same bitter place. Wishing for someone who is worthwhile. Very few left these days. None of which are for me.
-Brendan Rhodes- (I don't feel this way anymore. Sort of.) **Rewritten**
The first time we met I was very shy my rst thoughts were "DANG! you're really cute! you became my bestfriend and brother over the years we went on a little date and it was awkward at first but i got comfortable then God called you home my eyes filled up with tears as i heard the terrible news
I find myself wishing that none of this was real I wonder if you know how many lives you have touched days without you are lonely but even though you are gone now, that burning passion will never grow old. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night
you meant so much to all of us you were very special and thats no lie I shut my eyes praying it was just a dream no matter what I do but I cant keep my mind off of you you are a friend to remember a friend I miss so much I know you are in a better place but I miss looking at your face you were too young to die I know things happen for a reason but can you just show me what this reason could be?
The first time we met I was very shy my first thoughts were "DANG! you're really cute! you became my bestfriend and brother over the years we went on a little date and it was awkward at first but i got comfortable then God called you home my eyes filled up with tears as i heard the terrible news
I find myself wishing that none of this was real I wonder if you know how many lives you have touched days without you are lonely but even though you are gone now, that burning passion will never grow old. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night
you meant so much to all of us you were very special and thats no lie I shut my eyes praying it was just a dream no matter what I do but I cant keep my mind off of you you are a friend to remember a friend I miss so much I know you are in a better place but I miss looking at your face you were too young to die I know things happen for a reason but can you just show me what this reason could be?
Love is louder than hate People don’t know that So don’t hate yourself, Love who you are.
Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect So stand up for what you believe in, Don’t do as others say, believe in yourself
Love is louder than loneliness Grab a hand take a stand You’re not alone so Do it now,
Love is louder than violence Don’t hurt yourself because someone tells you too Bullying is not the key to anything Love yourself, respect yourself Love others, respect others And you will shine through
Love is louder with God Open your heart to a world of new surprises Because love is louder than anything
The Pressure of Pressure Pressure, pressure What to do 5 minutes til I present I have no idea to what to write Not a clue
Time flies Not enough lies to make up Too much pressure Not enough to make up
Heart racing Head pounding like a heart beat Life is too short to panic now I can’t stand this, so much pressure Not enough time to last
Tears fall, rolling down my cheek, I can’t stand this anymore, I just want to scream Time flies like the roadrunner I hate this pressure is just too much This just sucks Oh no. Times up.
Mussian Such a rare beautiful flower, Which love wraps around like vines as the flower grows. Though nothing but pain and sorrow, As tears fall from the one who loves. Thy blood spills as petals fall, He hears the cry of his broken lover, “Mussian, Mussian, Mussian!”
Such a rare beautiful flower, Thorns tare as skin separates, Blood drips from the heart of the stem. Until the cry of his lover, “Mussian, Mussian, Mussian!”
Such a rare beautiful flower, To which passion is destroyed. Her life is now broken, His ripped into two. The cries of her and sorrows of him, “Mussian, Mussian, Mussian!” Such a rare beautiful flower.
I've never seen myself has others have seen me All thats been seen is pain, heartache, and ugly. Everyday, waking up and looking in the mirror Looking at myself and asking "What can I do so I will look better?"
It started with makeup Not something a 12 year old girl should wear. I'd pile on the powder, the mascara, and the eyeliner. I started to realize that I still wasn;t happy I finally went to God, and asked Him to save me.
I've come to the point of "what you see is what you get" I have my good days, my bad days, and some I wish I could forget. I still don't have all of the answes, no one ever will, But I finally found myself. Love me if you will.
I wish we didn't have to go to school And we were all naturally smart If it was summer everyday It would enlighten my heart
I would not have to worry about what day it is I can hang out with my friends whenever I want That would be complete bliss It is my one and only thought
This is the season that is so beautiful Everything will change The sun getting hotter to the days getting longer Anything in that range
Hanging out with all my friends Not only on the weeknds We can go to the beach and the lake To swim and tan until we bake
I wish it was summer Getting up for school is too much work School is such a bummer And summetime is a big time perk
Torn Between Skins The pillow stained from the drippings of black mascara You feel the tears still in your ears as they piled up last night, Lying blind and choked up, The mirrors are the worst when you’ve awoken from the non-stopping train You look at your reflection but all you see is pain. Your lips pale and chapped; the red lipstick is far gone The thumping in your head, it’s starting up again. You clench your fist, you tug your hair, and at last you scream in despair You mustn’t be seen like this so you put on your armor, Your bright and shiny clothing; cover up the scars. You slip on your socks and then on to your boots; You’re scared of the truth so you just make up lies. The feeling of sadness has now come too far. You take a deep breath as you’re turning the doorknob Your heart starts to race and you’re face is now red You push the door open and step forward to hell, And that’s when you realize you’re just a poser, Pretending to be something you’re not; Always torn between skins you just want to hide But now it’s time to face the real world.
Millions of People, For Just 22 Men 90 Minutes and it Ends Running and kicking and screaming Just one goal and the all stop breathing Shoot Dribble and Cross Just one move and they’re already across Watch that ball fly Look how it soars across the sky As if it were an angel One simple move And you’re gone, as if you were never there You score, you’re a hero You miss everyone hates you That’s how it always been in this sport You can never really satisfy the fans They’ll end up wanting more This is soccer. This is my life. This is me.
School School: we need it But we really don’t go to it. School has teachers School is lame We have to go to it everyday But we still don’t change. School is where some find friends That act like themselves and dress the same All my friends say it is lame. School is nonsense to some people That’s what they say But I think they’re saying that just to have fame. School is not a place to play games Sometimes you can have fun but mostly to learn. School has dances for kids; that makes school fun Until your teachers start screaming and yelling you can’t have gum. Lunch is people’s most favorite time of school But those are the kids who love to act a fool.
She did bad things She said bad things She didn’t know they were bad Until she lost her daughter
She had a son too But she didn’t care She only wanted the daughter Cause we want what we can’t have
She fought and fought in court For something she could never get back She said she’s sorry It only made it worse
The daughter was only a toddler A toddler Going to court everyday To see her only mother yell at the person in the big black dress To see her only mother get put in jail No men in sight
No dad No mom The toddler was all alone In this world full of hatred And it’s only the beginning
Little would the toddler know By the age of 16 She would dream of suicide Cry herself to sleep Destroy her skin
Goodbye to the innocence Of the toddler With tears of confusion in her eyes Watching her mom fight back While being carried away By the men with the evil guns
The little toddler Who is now 16 The only person she talks to Is a tiny purple bear That her mother gave her
She never expected this to hurt others But it did It hurt her daughter Her son Her family
She isn’t the only one suffering From the consequences So is her daughter No mom No dad No hope
Once upon a time there was a little boy Who was born in the capital of Illinois First name Billy, last name McCoy Never had a father figure,he was always deployed But still he prayed to God, and expressed himself with joy Little boy was good at sports, scouts drawn to the noise Mama struggling, crying to little boy Saying they wouldn’t make it, little boy got annoyed Little boy dropped out, and found himself with some guns, Joined all type of gangs Krips & even Bloods, He through his life away, disappointed his love ones, Found himself caught in jail wishing there were reruns When little boy got out, he started running, and he fled He owed people money, and they were after head He started panicking and going crazy, so the “Feds” were mislead “Put them hands were I can see them!”, that’s what one officer said Little boy was under pressure and put the gun to his chest Heart was saying “NO”, but mind said “GO AHEAD” Bang! Bang!
She introduced me to him. He thought I was gorgeous I felt butterflys in my stomach
We started talking more and more He would say sweet things and I would just blush His eyes glittered like the stars in the dark sky when he looked at me.
We would hold hands and hug. He would make me feel safe.
Then one day he changed He started talking to other girls
He wouldn't hold my hand anymore He started to ignore me.
He would just walk by me and not say a word. I wanted to talk to him again, but I was afraid.
We decided to go seperate ways. We didn't have any inside jokes anymore.
We went from soul mates to strangers. We didn't even look at each other anymore.
That was the end of us. My love for him faded away.
There once was a boy named David. He was a very smart little boy. He grew up in a small little town. Where everyone knew each other it was about 400 people in it. David lived with his mother and his father. He had a little brother and a sister. David’s father was a very hard worker. His dad worked 5 days out of week and never missed a day. One day David’s father got a phone call home. His father got laid off. His father did not know what to say when he found out the news. He did not know how to tell his family that he did not have a job anymore. So everyday he left the house looking for a new job. It was such a small town that every job was filled. He got really stressed out he did not know how he would provide for his family. He started trying to find solutions. One day he called David outside to talk to him. Once David got outside he told David about what’s been going on. He told David that he found one solution for the problem. There was good and bad news to it. The good news was that David and the family will have money for a very long time. The bad news was that he wasn’t going to be there anymore. Three days later David got a phone call. His dad was found dead. David was shocked. David and his family were giving checks from his father insurance. David father gave his life to provide for his family. He did whatever it took. David loved his father for that and he respected him for that.
What a beautiful face The face that any man could fall in love with Such deceiving look Such gorgeous smile Fascination is what it's all about
Once she took a look for the first time, The world froze upon my mind Indecisiveness taking its toll Clueless as to what I should do
Such spontaneous stare Making any man blind Suffocating the naked eye with such beauty Oh, how my heart shattered Seeing such beautiful face with such wicked soul My God, this can't be
What a gorgeous nightmare Was it my fault? Was it my indecisiveness? How dare you betray me! No one could ever hover over my presence
What a beautiful face One that could never be replaced Gold is easily dissolved, Once you compare the two Oh, such overwhelming beauty One that's living life with such evilness Oh, what a beautiful face
"don't let her go" Look her and I weren’t meant to be It wasn’t destiny That put us together And we weren’t forever But all’s still fair in love and war Too bad I can’t love her like I used to anymore I know you’re not full of yourself So think about this She’s no doubt the kind of girl you will miss No need for any betting Because losing her is something you will never stop regretting It’ll haunt you for the rest of your life And no matter who you’re with No matter where you go It’ll replay in your mind like your own personal horror show No matter how hard you try to forget You will always know That you shouldn’t have even thought about letting her go And if you do let her go Then you will know Every bit of pain and suffering I have ever known I know you wouldn’t want that Heck I didn’t want that But I realized too late what I did after the fact What I said I never wanted And that I’d never do Obviously that part didn’t come true So I’ll ask you this once Which one are you? Are you the type that says they’ll change and never quite follow through Or are you the type that says they’ll change and they do follow through Either way just make sure that your love is pure and true Or else that one mistake will always haunt you.
My family is the best family you could ever want A loving mother and a outgoing father Both have taught me how to be a good person When I'm down, they pick me up
My father is one of my idols I want to be just as he is An outgoing and lovely man Hopefully, I will be half the man he is
My mother is like an angel from heaven When she hugs you, it is like a bear is hugging you She always tells me I can do better The best mother ever
They have supported me in whatever I do I strive to make them proud They expect a lot of me I want to make them as proud as possible
I don't know what I would do without them They mean everything to me I'm always want to me them smile I'm very lucky to have such a great mother and father.
I am not perfect I know I make mistakes but I always mean well I am sorry, I am not perfect
I have hurt people with my mistakes Although i do not mean to things happen and they do not go well I am sorry, I am not perfect
I have failed at many things because of my mistakes Things do not always go my way because of my mistakes I fall down and have trouble getting up I am sorry, I am not perfect
Mistakes happen a lot But each one teaches me a lesson I am sorry, I am not perfect But I am the best that I can be and that is enough.
Soccer here, soccer there Soccer dominates all other sports, some call it unfair. Soccer is by far the best sport on earth I know this because I have been playing since birth
Running down the field and scoring a goal, has got to be better than putting a ball in a hole Or scoring a touchdown, or hitting a homerun, How could you say soccer isn't the best? It is oh so fun
Some say soccer isn't physical, But I would have to disagree Two players could collide, and make you say OMG Balls could come flying at you, and possibly make you pee But if that ball happened to fly into the net, you would stand and shout with glee
Above are some reasons why soccer is the best, reasons that prove soccer outdoes all the rest I feel so relieved that I have got these facts off my chest, I really am glad i play soccer, I feel so blessed If you want to talk crap about soccer, be my guest But playing any other sport has to leave you stressed I know this poem may happen to leave you depressed, but the truth hurts, so beware of cardiac arrest.
Strike one! A fastball, So fast you don't even see it. You step out of the box to get your call, Your coach says to get a hit! You step back in the box ready for the next pitch.
Strike two! A swing and a miss, You could almost see the flames behind that pitch. Look at the crowd as you lose your bliss. You have a feeling of complete diss. You know it's time to hit the ball.
Foul ball! You almost had it! You have that little sense of relief. You get in the box, ready to hit. Here comes the pitch, Bam! Going,going, gone!
You watch the ball soar over the fence. Everyone is jumping with joy, you just won! The pressure becomes a lot less dense. The game is now over, the task is done. You look at the scoreboard which shows you won.
My Day I woke up this morning To the beeping of my alarm I did what every teenager does I rolled over and hit the snooze I wasnt worried My alarm was set very early I had plenty of time to get ready I arrived at school The day was not to difficult By the time the bell rang I was so ready to get out I was really looking forward to baseball Something about it calms me down It is like my escape route The smell of the fresh cut grass on the baseball field was great After practice I went home Did some homework Ate some food Went to sleep to start it all over again tomorrow
Here she is Dreaming of a world that Requires imagination to get in Her pain and struggle Do not exist in this place It relieves her, takes all her weight The weight of reality The weight of a life that should not be Be given to her worst enemy Given to the most brutal tyrant Only to her abusive parent No, this is her escape Escape from the real world Did I forget to tell you? She's a thirteen year old girl The escape from the pain of all her scars The ones on her stomach and lashes by bull whip And the four letter word across her right hip Excuse after excuse she made For the people that caused her nothing but pain The only thing that brought her serenity Was her little world Her escape from reality She finaly has her chance to break through The chance to become brand new The chance for her to escape her fate She's finally relieved of all her weight A brand new girl is what she became One invisible to the eyes of pain She finally has ber serenity She's finally strong She finally broke free
The day I wake up every day to the sound of my alarm About to start my day With my cereal made of lucky charms I go to see what I am going to wear I cannot find anything here or there
I soon find what I am looking for But not soon enough the bus began to roar I ran as fast as I could to the stop But when I got there all I could do was drop
I knew what I must do now Start to walk with my face full of scowl I knew I was going to be late I might not even get my lunch plate
I get there soon enough to see my class I watch them go outside to play on the grass I go inside tired as I can be To see my teacher asking what’s wrong with me
I say to her this won’t happen again As she says its ok go out and play with your friend
"Fading Light" Walking down a narrow well light hall way unsure why I’m there. I notice a cold breeze yet there are no windows to be found then I notice there is no roof to thins hall way. The moon was visible it was brighter and more beautiful than most nights. As I walk I just gaze at it but then I feel a strange presents in the hall way. I look back down and the once well light hall way is covered in a thick darkness unable to see far in front of myself. The darkness was closing in on me the farther I Walked the closer it got closer and closer with every step. A panic sets in and I start to race down the hall way then a crashing sound breaks the silence. I had fallen through the floor but wean I look up there was nothing in sight no building just water. The once bright moon was now covered by large coal black clouds. I was confused I was under water yet I felt no lack of oxygen but I did feel a sharp pain in my leg. A rusty ankle brace clamped too tight around my leg as its jagged edges cut deep into my leg letting blood float away. I was not sure what the chain was attached too for the darkness blocked my vision. Not sure to what is truly going on I’m sure of one thing this is how it ends. My one true regret is my inability to tell my friends and family how much I truly loved them. I get no final words to tell them not even a far well. As I float there thinking of the warm memories of my past a luminous light pierces the sky but a faint one. As I look at the bright light I felt something as if a hand was wrapped around my arm, not able to see what it was because my arm had been consumed by the darkness. The light had grown larger and it seemed as if the water was draining away. Then I felt drops of water on my arm I asked myself was it raining? Then I heard a loud cry like scream “don’t go please don’t go”. I looked around but no one was to be found but the darkness had started to fade away. All of a sudden a sharp pain hit my heart as if it was just pierced by a thin blade. I opened my eye to find myself lying in a bed surrounded by the one I love.
It was game day, It was raining, Perfect weather for football, I was so anxious and pumped up, Five o’clock, two more hours!
It was time to stretch, I was so anxious which caused my muscles to be tense, It began to hurt when I stretch, I knew I had to get loose, After that, It was game time.
I put everything on, Then went with my group to go warm up on the field, Despite the downpour, a crowd of fans still came to the game, This pumped me up, And made me want to win even more Ten minutes till game time!
It was time, We had the national anthem, Then I went out with my teammate for the coin toss, That we won, And then ran to the chute that we come out of, The smoke came out, and that was our cue to go out, Then I realized, Game time was now!
Friends will always come and go Everyone that walks into your life will make some kind of impact I planned on you being in my life for a long time; But plans change
You always made me smile no matter my mood You were taken way too soon Friends since 4th grade I’d known you for almost 5 years
Wrong place, wrong time That’s how you were taken away
As I sit in my room thinking of you; Tears fall down my face I’m reminiscing on the good times, trying not to focus on the bad
I’m grasping the book you gave me Something so simple, yet I can’t let it go
As I sit here I’m thinking of you Tears streaming down my face, even though I know tears won’t bring you back It’s crazy how fast you were taken away
I’m trying to pull myself together You’d want me to be happy; I’ll try to be happy…for you.
No creature on earth has the power To incite terror as the friend of the flower. Yes, this simple creature is the bee And yet wherever it goes men, women, and children flee. It‘s on its way to pollinate, But instead it manages to intimidate. You would suspect that it destroys whole cities By the reaction of the little kiddies. I have seen people scream and panic At this small creature on its journey botanic It is not menacing or formidable, But people swat and swing at the bee despicable. It took a pit-stop on your shoulder, You were frightened; your friends were no bolder. You quiver with fear at the tiny scourge And from this earth it must be purged. Because it landed on your lunch, You must make that bee go crunch, And when the bee again eludes, You simply smash your lovely foods. And in fright it takes to wing, And people yell, “It’s gonna sting!” Those few people who are susceptible I find their reaction quite acceptable. The rest of the people who act as if they’re three I find that they simply sicken me. Because you have acted so young, I sincerely hope that you get stung! For goodness sake, it’s just a bee!
My dear best friend, I will always love you. This is my oath to you.
We’ve spent every minute possible together this year, And I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend it with, My dear best friend.
I will hold our memories near and dear to my heart forever, And I will never forget your laughter or your singing. I will never forget you; This is my oath to you.
You’re funny, athletic, beautiful and smart; you love Chick-Fil-A and you tolerate my stupidity. Your sarcasm kills me, but I still love it. I love every part of you. My dear best friend.
Although you’re graduating and leaving me here, You will remain in my heart forever and ever. My dear best friend, This is my oath to you.
I really like this poem. I like it because it speaks to me. I can see my old best friend in this poem. He was killed 3 years ago and we did every thing together. My best friend had to leave me too and i miss him so much, but he will always be in my heart.
“Game Day” Today is different from all the other days of the week. I can’t pay attention during class because I have one thing on your mind. All I can think about is football. Today is game day.
I wait in the locker room hours before the game. I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach coming. I sit in the locker room and think about the battle that is about to take place. I think about what I have to do to make sure that my team is victorious.
We can’t stall any longer. It is game time. With adrenaline pumping through my body, I feel like I can run through a brick wall.
With the opening kickoff underway, I realize there is no retreating. I say a quick prayer to myself, And head out onto the field.
Throughout the game I sacrifice my body for my brothers. They sacrifice theirs for me. I get knocked down five times, But get back up six.
With the clock winding down, I realize victory is mine. All my hard work was not in vain. I couldn’t be happier.
The coach tells my team what you did well or bad, But then congratulates us on the win. But no time for celebration, There is another war next week.
With beats of sweetest nectar, She sings a song to you: Honey dipped with candy dew So gently pleasing, too.
Frosted rolls and glazed cakes Will always set the stakes For the silent, yet wishful dreams she knew.
Let pastries moisten her lips; Let the morning's smile bless with sugared sips Of strawberry syrup
So sweet she is, calling to the world How fine she is, this darling candied girl, And she'll give her dress a whirl As she let's all her words unfurl
With beats of sweetest nectar She sings a song to you Honey dipped with candy dew So gently pleasing, too.
She'll tell you that it's true, She'll tell you She loves you.
Please listen She loves you.
Don't ignore her She loves you.
She's trying hard Because she loves you.
So you will notice That her feelings are true
So with beats of sweetest nectar She sings a song to you Honey dipped with candy dew So gently pleasing, too.
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"I have conquered thee, mic night demon. A medal of gold and a promise of rich banquet and freshest of wine doth be given to me this day. Bow before my kingship. Bow, lest thy head start a-rollin'."
The day is almost here,and my heart is skipping faster each and every day. I feel my palms sweat each day, and I feel my legs start to shake. My head feels as if it's spinning on a wheel.
My stomach is turning upside down, and I feel so sick. At school I can't think of anything else but that day. I started the countdown way too many days ago.
My family just tells me to calm down and stop stressing, But all I can do is stress even more and hope it all turns out well. When that day comes, I'll just pray and pray for blessings.
I practice every other day, and so far it all seems great. When the guys don't come over for practice, I get angry and disappointed in them. I know that when the day comes they'll do great and hopefully I will too.
The dress is ready and so are my shoes. The invitations are here, and I can't wait to hand them out. The party bus was rented may days ago, and the DJ is set.
I say my prayers and I have faith. I know that God will lead my way. When the day of my quince is here, I know I'll shine bright and high.
Samuel Brother, smart, kind, and fluffy Brother of Jack, Lily, and Anthony Lover of video games, sleep, and food, a lot of food Who feels loved, cared for, and anxious Who fears spiders, snakes, and bugs Who would like to see Africa, Mexico, and Maine Resident of Sanford, North Carolina McCrimmon
When was the last time that you thought, Other then when you were being taught? We don’t think before we do things anymore. Not thinking leaves our minds and bodies sore.
I thought that I thought every day in school, But all I really do is listen and drool. School is a drag Always having to carry around that heavy book bag.
School requires much thinking, And when I don’t understand, I feel like I’m sinking. I find myself now thinking about school, Rather than this poem, I feel like a fool.
Football, is my life The football is like the love of my life The skin on the football is the skin of my body The air in the football is my heart inside of me
Basketball, is my love The bounce of the ball is a heartbeat The ball going into the hoop is like falling in love A slam-dunk is like a kiss with a lot of spark
Track, is fun Running track is my heart racing toward my love Putting the shoes on is like seeing the love of your love for the first time Being underestimated is like overcoming heartbreak or an illness
School, is the determination Doing work all day trying to get to college Sitting in class all day being determined to make it through it It’s all work while to get an education for free
School, Football, Basketball, Track is the way of life for me. First school, second football, third basketball, then track Being a student-athlete school always comes first
My grandma, mother, sidekick she was all that I grew up with her by my side she got me the things I needed and the things I wanted my grandmother was always there for me when I was happy or sad
I could count on her to help me with my problems, homework or anything I needed her to help me with
now I don’t have her in my life she is in a better place living with the Lord
I remember sitting on the arm of the chair watching T.V and laughing at the corny jokes she’d always hold my hand and hug and kiss me goodnight
I miss her but I there is not anything I can do about it it was her time to go
She will be missed dearly now that she is gone our family has torn apart
My grandma was the heart to my family and I’ll miss her dearly
Do This In Remembrance, For Ash
ReplyDeleteMy friend Ashley cleft the -ley in twelfth grade.
In an attempt to recover, she truncated her name,
just like her mom lost to breast cancer.
She spread ashes over Rockbridge, the gray
compost of childhood. A stained housecoat lies
in the bottom of Ash's closet now, plunder,
a stolen inheritance she sneaked away from Dad.
Today, she and I walked downtown together in each
other's clothes, twin messy buns and coffees in hand.
She calls me Jo, a nickname I share with her stepmom.
We both know her borrowed mom
cannot live up to the real one she imagines.
Jo can't teach her how to buy fruit, hem pants, dry roses
any more than I can. I did say, "Ash, every time
I wear pantyhose I remember my mom.
I can conjure her scent after an important day.
Yes, there was the cigarette breath, but we edit that out.
All of our mothers die," I tell her.
We do this only in remembrance: reinvent them
in our waking dreams, through other people, in us.
The memories, like dreams, do not come true.
They only live on in the ritual of reinvention.
"The day I flew"
ReplyDeletetoday was the day
the day i would fly
"Today I'm going to fly" ,I say
i get a running start to help me fly
then liftoff and I'm flying really flying
but only for a second before i land
that's when i began to understand
that while flying is fun
I decide that I am done
because the landing is harder than it looks
so i will just stick to reading about flying in my books.
"don't let her go"
DeleteLook her and I weren’t meant to be
It wasn’t destiny
That put us together
And we weren’t forever
But all’s still fair in love and war
Too bad I can’t love her like used too anymore
I know you’re not full of yourself
So think about this
She’s no doubt the kind of girl you will miss
No need for any betting
Losing her is something you’ll never stop regretting
It’ll haunt you for the rest of your life
And no matter who you’re with
No matter where you go
It’ll replay in your mind like your own personal horror show
No matter how hard you try to forget
You’ll always know
That you shouldn’t have even thought about letting her go
And if you do let her go
Then you will know
Every bit of pain that I have ever known
is this better Mrs.Perkins
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ReplyDeleteYulissa - this Maya Angelou poem should go under the "Poem in Your Pocket" day post. This post is for your ORIGINAL poem, one you wrote yourself. :) - Mrs. Perkins
ReplyDelete"Thursday Night Lights"
ReplyDeleteThe warm weather and the burring hot sun.
Waking up in the morning, knowing I will win tonight.
You go to school like every normal day,
But this night will be different than the rest of the week.
Waiting in the locker room.
You get into your uniform.
In your mind you prepare for the worst.
There will be a war tonight,
And my team will be victorious.
Walking past the crowd,
It’s a rush like no other.
You’re a gladiator and you’re in Caesar’sColiseum.
You have to put on a good show for the crowd.
It’s time,
You can’t prep anymore.
You run out onto the field,
With your teammates behind you and the cheerleaders cheering.
You go to the side lines,
The coin has been flipped,
We’ve won the toss and now we choose to take the ball.
It’s time to play.
The ball has been kicked,
No turning back now.
You’re on the field with your brothers.
You must do your job,
And hope your team does theirs.
A few seconds left on the clock,
You’re in the lead.
Victory!
You and your brothers have won.
Time to celebrate and move on to the next battle.
“Can’t Help It”
ReplyDeleteI can’t help that I love you,
I can’t help what I feel when I’m around you
The butterflies in my stomach,
My heart pounding rapidly,
Smiling like never before,
Feeling like no one else matters but you.
I can’t help that when I’m not with you
I can’t stop thinking about you,
All I want to do is be with you.
When you hold me, it’s like nothing can come between us,
Just being in your arms is like showing that you love me.
Kissing you gives me butterflies.
But I can’t help that you don’t love me
the way I love you.
I can’t help that you don’t think of me the way I think of you.
I can’t help that.
I can’t help but think of all the things that we have done.
I can’t help that I love you.
I can’t help my feelings when I’m around you,
I can’t help but to think about you when you’re not around.
Summer with Ian
ReplyDeleteSometimes on a bright, warm day,
I take Ian out to play.
He loves so much to be outside,
Play, jump, run, and hide.
We might go to the swing set,
Or see the dog that he wants to pet.
Maybe I will pull him in the wagon,
Or he will act like a brave dragon.
Now the ice cream truck calls,
And Ian’s attention falls
Towards a bright red cherry popsicle,
“Thanks grandma, here’s your nickel.”
Later when he’s by a tree,
I hope he does not see a bee.
He will probably yell and run
Because he knows that those aren’t fun.
I think we will end our day in the pool,
The water will be nice and cool.
My baby cousin brings me joy
That can’t be replaced by any other boy.
My Granny
ReplyDeleteI love seeing my Granny,
She lives in Greensboro,
So I see her maybe once a month,
She’s getting older and can’t do things she used to do,
I still love seeing my Granny.
When we go see her,
The ride is like a bottom-less pit,
But finally we get there,
But when we get there we go up the elevator then go into her room,
We see her either sleeping or watching TV,
Then we always get a list from her for groceries and necessities,
After we get those,
We come back and hangout with her,
Even though she’s normally asleep,
I still love seeing my Granny.
When we have to leave,
I become sad but stay strong,
She makes my day when I see her,
But makes me depressed when I see her so helpless,
So we have to help her so much,
I still love my Granny.
I give her my hug and kiss bye,
And she does the same,
She always tells me how handsome and smart I am,
Then her eyes become red and she tears up which makes me even more sad,
But I have to stay strong,
And despite all of that,
I still love my Granny with all of my heart.
-Jack Quiggle
ReplyDeleteThe Long Lost boy
By: Jaylia Martin
Long lost boy
There once was a little boy
Who was lost in this world?
Not knowing when to stay or go
He always ran away from home
Nothing could keep him in one home
He was going from home to home.
Not quiet knowing when to stay
He’s always on the run
Looking and searching for the one
The one he could call mom
The one he would love more than
No other the one that birth
Him and who could also love
Him like no other.
He never had a real one
He thought he was stuck
With just a father that
Couldn’t love him like a mother could his father
Mistreated him horribly while
Telling him horrible stuff
About his mother
He grew to hate his father
Never to look up him
Wishing and wanting to find her.
did you know this boy ? was this real? did he ever find a mother? i like it because it made me wonder.
Delete20 lines
ReplyDeleteDue on Friday
Started it on Monday
Do not know what to write
But still it is due on Friday
Better not waste all my time
Because it is due on Friday
All 20 lines no less
All the time but nothing to write
Nothing intresting or exciting
To put down for Friday
Just sitting
Thinking.
This is harder than steel
But still nothing down for Friday
Oh, I know exactly what to write!
Nevermind, that will never work.
For Friday.
Wait. I am writing something now.
Is it a poem?
Is it 20 lines?
It is good for Friday.
El Perdedor
ReplyDeleteI will tell you something and it’s true,
Claro que si
And this is only about you
There’s a saying,
“You don’t know what you fear until you lose it”
I’ve seen you cry
He was the one to understand why
And he stole the most precious treasure
Ahora entiendo
No regret
Just hate
Tell him I hate him for having what I once had,
Even though I am still responsible
I consider him an enemy
For losing the battle
No control
No regret
Just hate
So stupid for thinking,
I would be the only one you love
And now I’m just the loser
Standing right here after your shove
I saw him coming
I didn’t think it was important
At the moment
Que siento?
No regret
Just hate
--Yulissa Ingrid
Tony Hoagland; A color of the sky
ReplyDeleteWindy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.
I should call Marie and apologize
for being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.
Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience.
Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,
which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.
Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.
What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.
Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;
overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,
dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,
so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.
I Am Poem
ReplyDeleteI Am Monte’
My mother would describe me as different
My friends call me monkey
I keep to myself
I remember when I lost my grandfather
I’ve learned to just live my life to the fullest
I hide my feelings
I read no books
I shout out football is life all day every day
I am short
I want to be successful
I will never stop until I get to the top
I won’t ever give up on my dream
I can be unstoppable at times
I pretend that I am monkey sometimes
I sing that I am hopeful
I am my mother keep
I dream to be make it
I am afraid that I will never make it
I reach for the stars
I say I’m sorry when I mess up
I love my family
I declare for the world to hear that I am made it
I am a dream chaser
your poem was good but jumpy. you used I a lot but used my twice. (confused) but anyway you had a good poem over all.
DeleteBaby Ray'Lan McKoy
ReplyDeleteMommy never got to see your eyes,
See you cry or even hold your hand.
She always dreamed and laughed about
What you would do if you were here now.
Mommy cried the day she went into labor
early with you.
Mom and Dad never got to meet you face
to face.
They had many decisions and plans if
only they had more time with you.
Mommy always prayed for you to be healthy
But,she never knew you would leave so soon.
She'll never forget the day you departed
Around Five in the afternoon.
She knew something wasn't right
Although we prayed for the both of you.
So now she just looks at your pictures
And cries herself to slep at night.
There are many "What if's" that are said
About you,as in what if you were really
To be born on November 16,2012.
But now all we can do is dream and mourn
'Cause we wish you were here.
We won't mourn very long because you're
In a better place
You are going to always be
Mommy's "Little General" but
God wanted you to be with him.
We'll dedicate many songs to you,
And never forget all about you.
We'll pray for strength everyday.
None of mommy's dreams will ever come true
Because God called you home.
You always be mommy's "Little General"
Always be in hers and our hearts
Soon we'll meet you in HEAVEN.
Love Always,
Auntie Ashley Ortega
Why does this happen?
ReplyDeleteI was determined at first.
My confidence is now fading.
Should I have even tried in the first place?
Things always end up like this.
They never turn out the right way.
I feel like giving up all hope completely.
My friends tell me I should believe in myself.
I wish I could.
Things aren't that easy.
No hope for me.
Along comes an opportunity and I take it.
Damn it!
Just a lie.
Like all the rest of them.
No surprise.
Back to the same bitter place.
Wishing for someone who is worthwhile.
Very few left these days.
None of which are for me.
-Brendan Rhodes- (I don't feel this way anymore. Sort of.)
"Summer Where Art Thou?"
ReplyDeleteThe bright sun that is so yellow,
oh it makes me feel so mellow.
Splashing of the waves on my skin,
makes my face put on a grin.
Because of the sand between my toes,
all the crabs become my foes.
Summer oh summer, where art thou beauty?
To warm up the world is your duty!
How I miss wearing my flip flops
and all of my cute colorful tops.
All the memories that are to come soon
make me want to sing a delightful tune.
The long summer nights at the beach
are what I want to be at my reach.
The warm weather can't come soon enough.
I'm tired of suffering the cold and being tough.
The flowers growing in the prairie
and maybe see a little fairy.
Summer please come back
I want you to keep me in track!
-Addie Gonzalez
Spring
ReplyDeleteToday is like any other day
Though one month closer to May.
More animals can be seen,
Though your eyes have to be keen.
I see bees on the trees near the pond,
Knowing that we have no bond.
Avoiding them as I walked through,
They look at me wondering what I am going to do.
Big blue broken waves on the small body of water,
Flipping fast fish flow fierce flaps frequently.
Yellow colored boats, houses, trucks, and cars,
Yellow powder not kept in jars.
All I do is fish,
Then eat them on a dish.
The fish tastes fine,
After I hook it fresh on my fishing line.
I can’t wait till summer,
Green grass everywhere like a sea of algae.
I don’t like those hummers,
Sounding like the band of drummers.
I have this urge to go fishing after reading this. I really liked your poem. Good job.
DeleteWhy Did She Have To Go?
ReplyDeleteWhy did she have to go?
The woman who meant the world to me
The woman that made me smile through hard times
The woman that can make anything better.
She was there for me through everything
Why did she have to go?
Faye Fox
She was an intelligent woman
That always made things come true in a child’s life like mine
She was the best grandmother I ever could have but she had to go
I wasn’t ready for her to leave this world
She didn’t tell me she was about to go
Without her I don’t know where I would be in life right now
Why did she have to go?
Grandma I want you back with me
Was it really your time to go?
She was like a good smelling rose in the spring time
Blooming from a pretty rose garden
But why?
Why did she have to go?
The world may never know.
Vegetables
ReplyDeleteThere are different kinds of vegetables in the world
And in many colors like green, orange, yellow, or white
But we all know that kids don't like to eat their vegetables.
They would have a tantrum about the nasty vegetables they have to eat
They kick, jump up and down or just lie on the floor screaming.
They would rather get goodies like candy and ice cream
And many other treat. But sugars and sweets can make your teeth
Rot. Now vegetables on the other hand is sugars worst nightmare to them,
Trying to make them not rot anyone's teethes.
Vegetables are the one's for your kids; they can provide vitamins A & D.
Vegetables are nature's candies and treats. Eating a single piece
Of carrot can make you see well and that mean no glasses.
But eating a single piece of m&m can make you gain
Calories and you have to run about the size of a soccer field
To loose that.
Vegetables are so green and healthy, candies so sweet and taste
So good but not good for your health.
Now kids think twice about what you want
The next time you go to the store for a treat
Kevin Aguirre
ReplyDelete4/8/13
Mrs. Perkins
The Time Is Now.
I woke up this morning the first thing that came to mind was that today was playoff game day.
I have been anticipating this day for the past week. I’m feeling nervous, but I’m ready.
All those weeks of hard work and dedication are finally going to pay off tonight.
After I eat a good breakfast I head over to school.
I can never concentrate in school on game days, especially not a playoff game.
I am constantly checking the clock. I’m ready to see the hour hand on the 3.
As I sit in class I reminisce all the good times at practice, at games and rides back home.
I think to myself that this season can either be over tonight or it can be extended.
All of the sudden I hear the bell ring.
I quickly glance over my right shoulder and smile, finally the time is here.
As I make my way to the locker room many friends tell me good luck, it is a great feeling.
I walk in the locker room and see all my teammates.
As we start to put on our uniforms I start to get butterflies in my stomach.
All of a sudden I get really nervous, but it’s a good nervous.
It is a nervous that makes me want to win more than anything at this moment.
After we are all done getting ready our coach walks in.
We are told of how proud he is of us and how far we’ve came.
What coach told us that stood out to me the most was when he said “Win tonight so we can practice tomorrow.”
When we walked onto the field I looked around and saw many friends this made me happy.
I asked myself why I wanted this win and my answer was for the team.
As the referee arrives we all go to our positions.
I take a look around, I feel as if I were pro.
The sun is down, and the stadium lights are on.
After long ways anticipation the time is now.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. You can really get a sense of how you felt that day by the way you describe it. It gives the reader a sense of anticipation.
DeleteThis poem expresses nicely, in my opinion, your day and what you felt as you went through it. I like that about it. I also just like the fact that I can see what you do on game days; I've always wondered, really. It must be really exciting! I shall reward unto you the Chalice of Vigor. You are now under the watch of the Sabbadt. Come wielding your weaponry, and be at ready.
DeleteWhy does this happen?
ReplyDeleteI was determined at first.
My confidence is now fading.
Should I have even tried in the first place?
Things always end up like this.
They never turn out the right way.
I feel like a beggar being teased by the rich.
Seeing everyone with something that I've never known.
No hope for me.
My friends tell me I should believe in myself.
I wish I could.
Things aren't that easy.
No hope for me.
Along comes an opportunity and I take it.
Damn it!
Just a lie.
Like all the rest of them.
No surprise.
Back to the same bitter place.
Wishing for someone who is worthwhile.
Very few left these days.
None of which are for me.
-Brendan Rhodes- (I don't feel this way anymore. Sort of.) **Rewritten**
The name of this poem is "Still Waiting."
Delete-Brendan-
Rest in Peace My Love
ReplyDeleteThe first time we met
I was very shy
my rst thoughts were
"DANG! you're really cute!
you became my bestfriend and brother
over the years we went
on a little date and it
was awkward at first
but i got comfortable
then God called you home
my eyes filled up with
tears as i heard the terrible news
I find myself wishing that
none of this was real
I wonder if you know how
many lives you have touched
days without you are lonely
but even though you are
gone now, that burning
passion will never grow old.
Sometimes I cry myself to
sleep at night
you meant so much to all of us
you were very special
and thats no lie
I shut my eyes
praying it was just a dream
no matter what I do but
I cant keep my mind off of you
you are a friend to remember
a friend I miss so much
I know you are in a better place
but I miss looking at your face
you were too young to die
I know things happen
for a reason but can
you just show me what
this reason could be?
Ju'Measha Rollins (:
The first time we met
ReplyDeleteI was very shy
my first thoughts were
"DANG! you're really cute!
you became my bestfriend and brother
over the years we went
on a little date and it
was awkward at first
but i got comfortable
then God called you home
my eyes filled up with
tears as i heard the terrible news
I find myself wishing that
none of this was real
I wonder if you know how
many lives you have touched
days without you are lonely
but even though you are
gone now, that burning
passion will never grow old.
Sometimes I cry myself to
sleep at night
you meant so much to all of us
you were very special
and thats no lie
I shut my eyes
praying it was just a dream
no matter what I do but
I cant keep my mind off of you
you are a friend to remember
a friend I miss so much
I know you are in a better place
but I miss looking at your face
you were too young to die
I know things happen
for a reason but can
you just show me what
this reason could be?
Ju'Measha Rollins (:
the title of my poem is "RIP MY LOVE"
DeleteAshley Dominguillo
ReplyDeleteBoom
Saturday March 30th 2013
they were heading home
one of them I knew.
The vehicle changed directions towards their left,
car crossed over the center line
and caused them to go off the road.
“Boom” hitting a post, a golf cart and a tree
Sudden impact
Vehicle in half.
All three flew out of the vehicle
as if looking for gold
sudden impact
one gone
and two left.
Ambulance, police, firefighters
all a buzzard
that turned out to be a hazard.
One gone and left behind, two left
One being airlifted
and the other in the ambulance.
Now two gone
and one left,
in the hospital.
I surprisingly
almost crying, depressed,
could not believe my eyes.
Only 23 years old
How depressing,
What a tragedy.
love is louder
ReplyDeleteLove is louder than hate
People don’t know that
So don’t hate yourself,
Love who you are.
Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect
So stand up for what you believe in,
Don’t do as others say, believe in yourself
Love is louder than loneliness
Grab a hand
take a stand
You’re not alone so
Do it now,
Love is louder than violence
Don’t hurt yourself because someone tells you too
Bullying is not the key to anything
Love yourself, respect yourself
Love others, respect others
And you will shine through
Love is louder with God
Open your heart to a world of new surprises
Because love is louder than anything
- Brittany McElveen
I love this poem! great job.
DeleteThe Pressure of Pressure
ReplyDeletePressure, pressure
What to do
5 minutes til I present
I have no idea to what to write
Not a clue
Time flies
Not enough lies to make up
Too much pressure
Not enough to make up
Heart racing
Head pounding like a heart beat
Life is too short to panic now
I can’t stand this, so much pressure
Not enough time to last
Tears fall, rolling down my cheek,
I can’t stand this anymore, I just want to scream
Time flies like the roadrunner
I hate this pressure is just too much
This just sucks
Oh no. Times up.
Mussian
ReplyDeleteSuch a rare beautiful flower,
Which love wraps around like vines as the flower grows.
Though nothing but pain and sorrow,
As tears fall from the one who loves.
Thy blood spills as petals fall,
He hears the cry of his broken lover,
“Mussian, Mussian, Mussian!”
Such a rare beautiful flower,
Thorns tare as skin separates,
Blood drips from the heart of the stem.
Until the cry of his lover,
“Mussian, Mussian, Mussian!”
Such a rare beautiful flower,
To which passion is destroyed.
Her life is now broken,
His ripped into two.
The cries of her and sorrows of him,
“Mussian, Mussian, Mussian!”
Such a rare beautiful flower.
By:Becca Wilkins
Finding Myself
ReplyDeleteI've never seen myself has others have seen me
All thats been seen is pain, heartache, and ugly.
Everyday, waking up and looking in the mirror
Looking at myself and asking
"What can I do so I will look better?"
It started with makeup
Not something a 12 year old girl should wear.
I'd pile on the powder, the mascara, and the eyeliner.
I started to realize that I still wasn;t happy
I finally went to God, and asked Him to save me.
I've come to the point of "what you see is what you get"
I have my good days, my bad days, and some I wish I could forget.
I still don't have all of the answes, no one ever will,
But I finally found myself.
Love me if you will.
"Big Time Perk"
ReplyDeleteI wish we didn't have to go to school
And we were all naturally smart
If it was summer everyday
It would enlighten my heart
I would not have to worry about what day it is
I can hang out with my friends whenever I want
That would be complete bliss
It is my one and only thought
This is the season that is so beautiful
Everything will change
The sun getting hotter to the days getting longer
Anything in that range
Hanging out with all my friends
Not only on the weeknds
We can go to the beach and the lake
To swim and tan until we bake
I wish it was summer
Getting up for school is too much work
School is such a bummer
And summetime is a big time perk
Torn Between Skins
ReplyDeleteThe pillow stained from the drippings of black mascara
You feel the tears still in your ears as they piled up last night,
Lying blind and choked up,
The mirrors are the worst when you’ve awoken from the non-stopping train
You look at your reflection but all you see is pain.
Your lips pale and chapped; the red lipstick is far gone
The thumping in your head, it’s starting up again.
You clench your fist, you tug your hair, and at last you scream in despair
You mustn’t be seen like this so you put on your armor,
Your bright and shiny clothing; cover up the scars.
You slip on your socks and then on to your boots;
You’re scared of the truth so you just make up lies.
The feeling of sadness has now come too far.
You take a deep breath as you’re turning the doorknob
Your heart starts to race and you’re face is now red
You push the door open and step forward to hell,
And that’s when you realize you’re just a poser,
Pretending to be something you’re not;
Always torn between skins you just want to hide
But now it’s time to face the real world.
Soccer
ReplyDeleteMillions of People, For Just 22 Men
90 Minutes and it Ends
Running and kicking and screaming
Just one goal and the all stop breathing
Shoot Dribble and Cross
Just one move and they’re already across
Watch that ball fly
Look how it soars across the sky
As if it were an angel
One simple move
And you’re gone, as if you were never there
You score, you’re a hero
You miss everyone hates you
That’s how it always been in this sport
You can never really satisfy the fans
They’ll end up wanting more
This is soccer.
This is my life.
This is me.
School
ReplyDeleteSchool: we need it
But we really don’t go to it.
School has teachers
School is lame
We have to go to it everyday
But we still don’t change.
School is where some find friends
That act like themselves and dress the same
All my friends say it is lame.
School is nonsense to some people
That’s what they say
But I think they’re saying that just to have fame.
School is not a place to play games
Sometimes you can have fun but mostly to learn.
School has dances for kids; that makes school fun
Until your teachers start screaming and yelling you can’t have gum.
Lunch is people’s most favorite time of school
But those are the kids who love to act a fool.
Sins of the mother
ReplyDeleteShe did bad things
She said bad things
She didn’t know they were bad
Until she lost her daughter
She had a son too
But she didn’t care
She only wanted the daughter
Cause we want what we can’t have
She fought and fought in court
For something she could never get back
She said she’s sorry
It only made it worse
The daughter was only a toddler
A toddler
Going to court everyday
To see her only mother yell at the person in the big black dress
To see her only mother get put in jail
No men in sight
No dad
No mom
The toddler was all alone
In this world full of hatred
And it’s only the beginning
Little would the toddler know
By the age of 16
She would dream of suicide
Cry herself to sleep
Destroy her skin
Goodbye to the innocence
Of the toddler
With tears of confusion in her eyes
Watching her mom fight back
While being carried away
By the men with the evil guns
The little toddler
Who is now 16
The only person she talks to
Is a tiny purple bear
That her mother gave her
She never expected this to hurt others
But it did
It hurt her daughter
Her son
Her family
She isn’t the only one suffering
From the consequences
So is her daughter
No mom
No dad
No hope
- Jamal James
ReplyDeleteLittle Boy
Once upon a time there was a little boy
Who was born in the capital of Illinois
First name Billy, last name McCoy
Never had a father figure,he was always deployed
But still he prayed to God, and expressed himself with joy
Little boy was good at sports, scouts drawn to the noise
Mama struggling, crying to little boy
Saying they wouldn’t make it, little boy got annoyed
Little boy dropped out, and found himself with some guns,
Joined all type of gangs Krips & even Bloods,
He through his life away, disappointed his love ones,
Found himself caught in jail wishing there were reruns
When little boy got out, he started running, and he fled
He owed people money, and they were after head
He started panicking and going crazy, so the “Feds” were mislead
“Put them hands were I can see them!”, that’s what one officer said
Little boy was under pressure and put the gun to his chest
Heart was saying “NO”, but mind said “GO AHEAD”
Bang!
Bang!
……. Damnn now little boy dead.
Him
ReplyDeleteShe introduced me to him.
He thought I was gorgeous
I felt butterflys in my stomach
We started talking more and more
He would say sweet things and I would just blush
His eyes glittered like the stars in the dark sky when he looked at me.
We would hold hands and hug.
He would make me feel safe.
Then one day he changed
He started talking to other girls
He wouldn't hold my hand anymore
He started to ignore me.
He would just walk by me and not say a word.
I wanted to talk to him again, but I was afraid.
We decided to go seperate ways.
We didn't have any inside jokes anymore.
We went from soul mates to strangers.
We didn't even look at each other anymore.
That was the end of us.
My love for him faded away.
BY: Lory Acosta
ReplyDeleteThere once was a boy named David.
He was a very smart little boy.
He grew up in a small little town.
Where everyone knew each other it was about 400 people in it.
David lived with his mother and his father.
He had a little brother and a sister.
David’s father was a very hard worker.
His dad worked 5 days out of week and never missed a day.
One day David’s father got a phone call home.
His father got laid off.
His father did not know what to say when he found out the news.
He did not know how to tell his family that he did not have a job anymore.
So everyday he left the house looking for a new job.
It was such a small town that every job was filled.
He got really stressed out he did not know how he would provide for his family.
He started trying to find solutions.
One day he called David outside to talk to him.
Once David got outside he told David about what’s been going on.
He told David that he found one solution for the problem.
There was good and bad news to it.
The good news was that David and the family will have money for a very long time.
The bad news was that he wasn’t going to be there anymore.
Three days later David got a phone call.
His dad was found dead.
David was shocked.
David and his family were giving checks from his father insurance.
David father gave his life to provide for his family.
He did whatever it took.
David loved his father for that and he respected him for that.
By: Monte' Mclean
Beautiful Face
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful face
The face that any man could fall in love with
Such deceiving look
Such gorgeous smile
Fascination is what it's all about
Once she took a look for the first time,
The world froze upon my mind
Indecisiveness taking its toll
Clueless as to what I should do
Such spontaneous stare
Making any man blind
Suffocating the naked eye with such beauty
Oh, how my heart shattered
Seeing such beautiful face with such wicked soul
My God, this can't be
What a gorgeous nightmare
Was it my fault?
Was it my indecisiveness?
How dare you betray me!
No one could ever hover over my presence
What a beautiful face
One that could never be replaced
Gold is easily dissolved,
Once you compare the two
Oh, such overwhelming beauty
One that's living life with such evilness
Oh, what a beautiful face
My Mother
ReplyDeleteShe is a loving woman
Everyone loves her
Shes nice
Shes sweet
She is just pleasent all around
My mother has been through alot
My mother has accomplish alot
my mother got the children she wanted
I just wish she wasn't alone
I do not want her to die alone
I want her to find a husband
someone who take her as she is
These wonderful looks came from my mother
The smile,
The hair,
oh yea, i can not forget the attitude
She deserves to be happy
She made me happy
So why can I not make her happy
One day I will
If Im not doing it allready
"don't let her go"
ReplyDeleteLook her and I weren’t meant to be
It wasn’t destiny
That put us together
And we weren’t forever
But all’s still fair in love and war
Too bad I can’t love her like I used to anymore
I know you’re not full of yourself
So think about this
She’s no doubt the kind of girl you will miss
No need for any betting
Because losing her is something you will never stop regretting
It’ll haunt you for the rest of your life
And no matter who you’re with
No matter where you go
It’ll replay in your mind like your own personal horror show
No matter how hard you try to forget
You will always know
That you shouldn’t have even thought about letting her go
And if you do let her go
Then you will know
Every bit of pain and suffering I have ever known
I know you wouldn’t want that
Heck I didn’t want that
But I realized too late what I did after the fact
What I said I never wanted
And that I’d never do
Obviously that part didn’t come true
So I’ll ask you this once
Which one are you?
Are you the type that says they’ll change and never quite follow through
Or are you the type that says they’ll change and they do follow through
Either way just make sure that your love is pure and true
Or else that one mistake will always haunt you.
i added on to the poem hope you like it
Delete" Two Friends"
ReplyDeleteHe doesn't talk about his past
Why would he?
It is a tragic story
Having to abandon his best friend
But for good reason
If he didn't leave he would've died
Now his friend is furious
Feeling betrayed, he wants revenge
Both continue on with their lives
But whenever they meet try to settle their feud
The first time they meet neither wins
One falls out of a building
The other is blown away
The second time they meet neither wins
Though this fight is not as brutal
Both leave with small bruises
He leaves to meet his friend for a final time
neither wins
The best friend falls with a gun wound
The other falls with a stab wound
Did he survive?
I don’t know
But what I do know is that you’re going to carry that weight
My Family
ReplyDeleteMy family is the best family you could ever want
A loving mother and a outgoing father
Both have taught me how to be a good person
When I'm down, they pick me up
My father is one of my idols
I want to be just as he is
An outgoing and lovely man
Hopefully, I will be half the man he is
My mother is like an angel from heaven
When she hugs you, it is like a bear is hugging you
She always tells me I can do better
The best mother ever
They have supported me in whatever I do
I strive to make them proud
They expect a lot of me
I want to make them as proud as possible
I don't know what I would do without them
They mean everything to me
I'm always want to me them smile
I'm very lucky to have such a great mother and father.
Mistakes
ReplyDeleteI am not perfect
I know I make mistakes
but I always mean well
I am sorry, I am not perfect
I have hurt people with my mistakes
Although i do not mean to
things happen and they do not go well
I am sorry, I am not perfect
I have failed at many things because of my mistakes
Things do not always go my way because of my mistakes
I fall down and have trouble getting up
I am sorry, I am not perfect
Mistakes happen a lot
But each one teaches me a lesson
I am sorry, I am not perfect
But I am the best that I can be and that is enough.
i really like this poem, & enjoyed it. I could also relate to it , good job !
Delete"Soccer"
ReplyDeleteSoccer here, soccer there
Soccer dominates all other sports, some call it unfair.
Soccer is by far the best sport on earth
I know this because I have been playing since birth
Running down the field and scoring a goal,
has got to be better than putting a ball in a hole
Or scoring a touchdown, or hitting a homerun,
How could you say soccer isn't the best?
It is oh so fun
Some say soccer isn't physical,
But I would have to disagree
Two players could collide,
and make you say OMG
Balls could come flying at you,
and possibly make you pee
But if that ball happened to fly into the net,
you would stand and shout with glee
Above are some reasons why soccer is the best,
reasons that prove soccer outdoes all the rest
I feel so relieved that I have got these facts off my chest,
I really am glad i play soccer,
I feel so blessed
If you want to talk crap about soccer,
be my guest
But playing any other sport has to leave you stressed
I know this poem may happen to leave you depressed,
but the truth hurts,
so beware of cardiac arrest.
This poem i could relate to because i play soccer to. Good poem.
DeleteLong Gone
ReplyDeleteShe has been with her all along
She is afraid to be alone
She has to be brave
it is a matter of faith
She has tiers running down her eyes
and fears as she cries
She wakes up at night
praying to god it'll be alright
She doesn't want to believe it
but it's hard because she can see it
She doesn't want to let go
because now she has to be alone
She wishes it was a dream
but deep down she has the need to scream
She has to be strong
but knows there is something wrong
As she lays her in bed
long gone dead
She knew this day would come
she knew it all along
-Ashley Dominguillo narrative poem English 2
Strike One!
ReplyDeleteStrike one! A fastball,
So fast you don't even see it.
You step out of the box to get your call,
Your coach says to get a hit!
You step back in the box ready for the next pitch.
Strike two! A swing and a miss,
You could almost see the flames behind that pitch.
Look at the crowd as you lose your bliss.
You have a feeling of complete diss.
You know it's time to hit the ball.
Foul ball! You almost had it!
You have that little sense of relief.
You get in the box, ready to hit.
Here comes the pitch, Bam! Going,going, gone!
You watch the ball soar over the fence.
Everyone is jumping with joy, you just won!
The pressure becomes a lot less dense.
The game is now over, the task is done.
You look at the scoreboard which shows you won.
"the one i love"
ReplyDeletei met her one day
looking into her eyes
i realized that she was the one
when we first kissed
i felt a connection
i had a feeling of relief
i wanted her
needed her
knowing that she was mine
was the best feeling ever
we have our ups
and we have our downs
we have our fights
but i cheer you up
we are happy now
loving each other
the times i dont see you
and we dont talk
kills me so much on the inside
that i dont know what to do
I just cant wait to hug you
to hold you
to hear your heart beat
as we lay on the ground
staring up at the sky
dreaming what lays in the future
My Day
ReplyDeleteI woke up this morning
To the beeping of my alarm
I did what every teenager does
I rolled over and hit the snooze
I wasnt worried
My alarm was set very early
I had plenty of time to get ready
I arrived at school
The day was not to difficult
By the time the bell rang
I was so ready to get out
I was really looking forward to baseball
Something about it calms me down
It is like my escape route
The smell of the fresh cut grass on the baseball field was great
After practice I went home
Did some homework
Ate some food
Went to sleep to start it all over again tomorrow
"Break"
ReplyDeleteHere she is
Dreaming of a world that
Requires imagination to get in
Her pain and struggle
Do not exist in this place
It relieves her, takes all her weight
The weight of reality
The weight of a life that should not be
Be given to her worst enemy
Given to the most brutal tyrant
Only to her abusive parent
No, this is her escape
Escape from the real world
Did I forget to tell you?
She's a thirteen year old girl
The escape from the pain of all her scars
The ones on her stomach and lashes by bull whip
And the four letter word across her right hip
Excuse after excuse she made
For the people that caused her nothing but pain
The only thing that brought her serenity
Was her little world
Her escape from reality
She finaly has her chance to break through
The chance to become brand new
The chance for her to escape her fate
She's finally relieved of all her weight
A brand new girl is what she became
One invisible to the eyes of pain
She finally has ber serenity
She's finally strong
She finally broke free
The day
ReplyDeleteI wake up every day to the sound of my alarm
About to start my day
With my cereal made of lucky charms
I go to see what I am going to wear
I cannot find anything here or there
I soon find what I am looking for
But not soon enough the bus began to roar
I ran as fast as I could to the stop
But when I got there all I could do was drop
I knew what I must do now
Start to walk with my face full of scowl
I knew I was going to be late
I might not even get my lunch plate
I get there soon enough to see my class
I watch them go outside to play on the grass
I go inside tired as I can be
To see my teacher asking what’s wrong with me
I say to her this won’t happen again
As she says its ok go out and play with your friend
"Fading Light"
ReplyDeleteWalking down a narrow well light hall way unsure why I’m there. I notice a cold breeze yet there are no windows to be found then I notice there is no roof to thins hall way. The moon was visible it was brighter and more beautiful than most nights. As I walk I just gaze at it but then I feel a strange presents in the hall way. I look back down and the once well light hall way is covered in a thick darkness unable to see far in front of myself. The darkness was closing in on me the farther I Walked the closer it got closer and closer with every step. A panic sets in and I start to race down the hall way then a crashing sound breaks the silence. I had fallen through the floor but wean I look up there was nothing in sight no building just water. The once bright moon was now covered by large coal black clouds. I was confused I was under water yet I felt no lack of oxygen but I did feel a sharp pain in my leg. A rusty ankle brace clamped too tight around my leg as its jagged edges cut deep into my leg letting blood float away. I was not sure what the chain was attached too for the darkness blocked my vision. Not sure to what is truly going on I’m sure of one thing this is how it ends. My one true regret is my inability to tell my friends and family how much I truly loved them. I get no final words to tell them not even a far well. As I float there thinking of the warm memories of my past a luminous light pierces the sky but a faint one. As I look at the bright light I felt something as if a hand was wrapped around my arm, not able to see what it was because my arm had been consumed by the darkness. The light had grown larger and it seemed as if the water was draining away. Then I felt drops of water on my arm I asked myself was it raining? Then I heard a loud cry like scream “don’t go please don’t go”. I looked around but no one was to be found but the darkness had started to fade away. All of a sudden a sharp pain hit my heart as if it was just pierced by a thin blade. I opened my eye to find myself lying in a bed surrounded by the one I love.
It Was Game Time
ReplyDeleteIt was game day,
It was raining,
Perfect weather for football,
I was so anxious and pumped up,
Five o’clock, two more hours!
It was time to stretch,
I was so anxious which caused my muscles to be tense,
It began to hurt when I stretch,
I knew I had to get loose,
After that,
It was game time.
I put everything on,
Then went with my group to go warm up on the field,
Despite the downpour, a crowd of fans still came to the game,
This pumped me up,
And made me want to win even more
Ten minutes till game time!
It was time,
We had the national anthem,
Then I went out with my teammate for the coin toss,
That we won,
And then ran to the chute that we come out of,
The smoke came out, and that was our cue to go out,
Then I realized,
Game time was now!
Blessings
ReplyDeleteIt’s all in God’s plan.
Needles hooked up to an IV, chemotherapy every two weeks, yet
blessings all around; she knows this is just the beginning.
Some people have survived it;
I’m worried she won’t.
It’s all in God’s plan.
She knows in her heart
somehow she’s protected.
Blessings all around.
I was too young to remember.
I just hoped she would live, but
It’s all in God’s plan.
She survived ten years being free.
She’ll never be able to thank God enough.
Blessings all around.
“Mom, I love you.”
I said it then and say it now.
It’s all in God’s plan.
Blessings all around.
Plans Change
ReplyDeleteFriends will always come and go
Everyone that walks into your life will make some kind of impact
I planned on you being in my life for a long time;
But plans change
You always made me smile no matter my mood
You were taken way too soon
Friends since 4th grade
I’d known you for almost 5 years
Wrong place, wrong time
That’s how you were taken away
As I sit in my room thinking of you;
Tears fall down my face
I’m reminiscing on the good times, trying not to focus on the bad
I’m grasping the book you gave me
Something so simple, yet I can’t let it go
As I sit here I’m thinking of you
Tears streaming down my face, even though I know tears won’t bring you back
It’s crazy how fast you were taken away
I’m trying to pull myself together
You’d want me to be happy;
I’ll try to be happy…for you.
-Madison Sharpe
The Fearsome Bee
ReplyDeleteBy Stephen Cameron
No creature on earth has the power
To incite terror as the friend of the flower.
Yes, this simple creature is the bee
And yet wherever it goes men, women, and children flee.
It‘s on its way to pollinate,
But instead it manages to intimidate.
You would suspect that it destroys whole cities
By the reaction of the little kiddies.
I have seen people scream and panic
At this small creature on its journey botanic
It is not menacing or formidable,
But people swat and swing at the bee despicable.
It took a pit-stop on your shoulder,
You were frightened; your friends were no bolder.
You quiver with fear at the tiny scourge
And from this earth it must be purged.
Because it landed on your lunch,
You must make that bee go crunch,
And when the bee again eludes,
You simply smash your lovely foods.
And in fright it takes to wing,
And people yell, “It’s gonna sting!”
Those few people who are susceptible
I find their reaction quite acceptable.
The rest of the people who act as if they’re three
I find that they simply sicken me.
Because you have acted so young,
I sincerely hope that you get stung!
For goodness sake, it’s just a bee!
This is pretty hilarious, but I hate bees. so...
DeleteA Granddaughter's Promise To Meme
ReplyDeleteMy promise to you is
you'll never be alone,
left out in the cold to moan or groan.
For if ever there was a true star in life,
Meme, you're that one
that shines so bright.
When you think you're old
and not just right,
just rest and know
it will be all right.
Because for me,
you're everything,
and I'm just so glad that God made you my Meme.
I'll shelter you during tears of sorrow
and always assure you
that there will be tomorrow.
My dear, Meme,
I'll always be near
because you are the most cherished gift
for only me.
So, please, never forget the promise
I make you with all of my heart.
That I will always hold you and
take care of your heart
whenever we're apart.
My Oath
ReplyDeleteMy dear best friend,
I will always love you.
This is my oath to you.
We’ve spent every minute possible together this year,
And I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend it with,
My dear best friend.
I will hold our memories near and dear to my heart forever,
And I will never forget your laughter or your singing. I will never forget you;
This is my oath to you.
You’re funny, athletic, beautiful and smart; you love Chick-Fil-A and you tolerate my stupidity.
Your sarcasm kills me, but I still love it. I love every part of you.
My dear best friend.
Although you’re graduating and leaving me here,
You will remain in my heart forever and ever.
My dear best friend,
This is my oath to you.
I really like this poem. I like it because it speaks to me. I can see my old best friend in this poem. He was killed 3 years ago and we did every thing together. My best friend had to leave me too and i miss him so much, but he will always be in my heart.
Delete“Game Day”
ReplyDeleteToday is different from all the other days of the week.
I can’t pay attention during class because I have one thing on your mind.
All I can think about is football.
Today is game day.
I wait in the locker room hours before the game.
I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach coming.
I sit in the locker room and think about the battle that is about to take place.
I think about what I have to do to make sure that my team is victorious.
We can’t stall any longer.
It is game time.
With adrenaline pumping through my body,
I feel like I can run through a brick wall.
With the opening kickoff underway,
I realize there is no retreating.
I say a quick prayer to myself,
And head out onto the field.
Throughout the game I sacrifice my body for my brothers.
They sacrifice theirs for me.
I get knocked down five times,
But get back up six.
With the clock winding down,
I realize victory is mine.
All my hard work was not in vain.
I couldn’t be happier.
The coach tells my team what you did well or bad,
But then congratulates us on the win.
But no time for celebration,
There is another war next week.
Success
ReplyDeleteThis won’t come to those who do not work for it
Carrying out that work will be hard
In the mind, the light labeled determination must be lit
To find that determination you must dive in
Deep into your mind
You must find the desire to win
Use this desire as fuel
To propel yourself toward your goal
There are no rules
Success is what we thrive for
But we must find the determination to get there
Success is something to live for
You’ll know it when you get there
- Noah Riddle
i like this, i will never give up. This makes me want to bring dedication and hard work to everything i do.
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ReplyDeleteHoney Beats
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With beats of sweetest nectar,
She sings a song to you:
Honey dipped with candy dew
So gently pleasing, too.
Frosted rolls and glazed cakes
Will always set the stakes
For the silent, yet wishful dreams she knew.
Let pastries moisten her lips;
Let the morning's smile bless with sugared sips
Of strawberry syrup
So sweet she is, calling to the world
How fine she is, this darling candied girl,
And she'll give her dress a whirl
As she let's all her words unfurl
With beats of sweetest nectar
She sings a song to you
Honey dipped with candy dew
So gently pleasing, too.
She'll tell you that it's true,
She'll tell you
She loves you.
Please listen
She loves you.
Don't ignore her
She loves you.
She's trying hard
Because she loves you.
So you will notice
That her feelings are true
So with beats of sweetest nectar
She sings a song to you
Honey dipped with candy dew
So gently pleasing, too.
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"I have conquered thee, mic night demon. A medal of gold and a promise of rich banquet and freshest of wine doth be given to me this day. Bow before my kingship. Bow, lest thy head start a-rollin'."
This poem was really lovely, they way that every time you described something about her I was able to picture it in my mind.
DeleteBoston
ReplyDeleteIt was a horrible day.
Runners were astray;
The families were running.
There was so much smoke
That some almost choked;
Debris was everywhere.
Some even fainted
Because roads were painted
In deep gory red.
Some were crying
While others were dying
Right in the cold street.
Families torn apart
All because of two evil hearts,
But now their done.
America can not rest
Because there are still many pests,
But we will not stop till we get them all.
I really like the poem
DeleteThis is an amazing poem.
DeleteKites
ReplyDeleteHumans are much like kites;
We both want freedom,
But are held back by something.
A kite flies until it is pulled back
By its attached string,
And it can no longer fly farther.
A human goes after her dreams,
But then stops when she starts to worry
Of not achieving her dreams or may see "reality."
So maybe if we cut those strings
Of worry and control,
We could get what we truly want.
That is a really inspiring poem.
DeleteThis is a great and inspiring poem.
DeleteMy Special Day
ReplyDeleteThe day is almost here,and my heart is skipping faster each and every day.
I feel my palms sweat each day, and I feel my legs start to shake.
My head feels as if it's spinning on a wheel.
My stomach is turning upside down, and I feel so sick.
At school I can't think of anything else but that day.
I started the countdown way too many days ago.
My family just tells me to calm down and stop stressing,
But all I can do is stress even more and hope it all turns out well.
When that day comes, I'll just pray and pray for blessings.
I practice every other day, and so far it all seems great.
When the guys don't come over for practice, I get angry and disappointed in them.
I know that when the day comes they'll do great and hopefully I will too.
The dress is ready and so are my shoes.
The invitations are here, and I can't wait to hand them out.
The party bus was rented may days ago, and the DJ is set.
I say my prayers and I have faith.
I know that God will lead my way.
When the day of my quince is here, I know I'll shine bright and high.
Many*
ReplyDeleteSamuel
ReplyDeleteBrother, smart, kind, and fluffy
Brother of Jack, Lily, and Anthony
Lover of video games, sleep, and food, a lot of food
Who feels loved, cared for, and anxious
Who fears spiders, snakes, and bugs
Who would like to see Africa, Mexico, and Maine
Resident of Sanford, North Carolina
McCrimmon
Oh yeah Sam, i like the life story there.
DeleteOnly a Disaster
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time
You used to sing to me,
But now all I do is romanticize.
This place is only a hole,
Yet I don't want to go.
I wish we could stay here
Forever alone.
I'll say yes and do more for less.
Then I'll change everything
Just to make this perfect again.
The bitter in you
And the quitter in me
Is bigger than the both of us.
I'll be your disaster,
So fire away.
Goodbye.
No Mountain High Enough
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing you can't do
If you believe,
Just put your mind to it.
There isn't anything that can stop you.
There is no one that can get in your way.
There is nothing you can't do.
If you want to fly,
If you want to touch the sky,
Just put your mind to it.
If you want to walk on the moon,
It's only one small step.
There is nothing you can't do.
When your back is against the wall
and there is no hope,
Just put your mind to it.
Things will always be in your way,
but always remember
There is nothing you can't do.
Just put your mind to it.
I liked it Spencer. It was very inspirational
DeleteWhen was the last time that you thought,
ReplyDeleteOther then when you were being taught?
We don’t think before we do things anymore.
Not thinking leaves our minds and bodies sore.
I thought that I thought every day in school,
But all I really do is listen and drool.
School is a drag
Always having to carry around that heavy book bag.
School requires much thinking,
And when I don’t understand, I feel like I’m sinking.
I find myself now thinking about school,
Rather than this poem, I feel like a fool.
Now I can’t get back on track,
How sad is that?
-Isaiah Lassiter
MY DOG
ReplyDeleteI loved my dog.
My dog belonged to me.
My dog found me; i didn't find her.
One bad day my dog died.
She had suffered from seizures.
That was the day i lost my best friend.
I thought t myself,
"What if i never found another dog like her?
What if i never find something to replace her?"
I am looking for a new dog
To keep me happy
And keep me being
ME!
Love of the Games
ReplyDeleteFootball, is my life
The football is like the love of my life
The skin on the football is the skin of my body
The air in the football is my heart inside of me
Basketball, is my love
The bounce of the ball is a heartbeat
The ball going into the hoop is like falling in love
A slam-dunk is like a kiss with a lot of spark
Track, is fun
Running track is my heart racing toward my love
Putting the shoes on is like seeing the love of your love for the first time
Being underestimated is like overcoming heartbreak or an illness
School, is the determination
Doing work all day trying to get to college
Sitting in class all day being determined to make it through it
It’s all work while to get an education for free
School, Football, Basketball, Track is the way of life for me.
First school, second football, third basketball, then track
Being a student-athlete school always comes first
Grandmother
ReplyDeleteMy grandma, mother, sidekick
she was all that
I grew up with her by my side
she got me the things I needed
and the things I wanted
my grandmother was always there for me
when I was happy or sad
I could count on her to help me
with my problems, homework
or anything I needed her to help me with
now I don’t have her in my life
she is in a better place
living with the Lord
I remember sitting on the arm of the chair
watching T.V and laughing at the corny jokes
she’d always hold my hand
and hug and kiss me goodnight
I miss her
but I there is not anything I can do about it
it was her time to go
She will be missed dearly
now that she is gone
our family has torn apart
My grandma was the heart to my family
and I’ll miss her dearly
- anonymous-134