| Where is Your Homework? | What is Poetry? | The Stage | |
| The Bird | Ego Drive | Thanksgiving | |
| The Beach | The Rain | The Long Winter | |
| A Picture of My Mother | Speed Limit | Why Don't We Lean? |
Where is Your Homework?
My homework didn’t come home last night. It said that it had better things to do than be done. And when I went to look for it, I found it committing suicide in the paper-shedder, and I was too late.
My homework is in my locker; it’s taking its afternoon nap and told me to join it as soon as possible.
My homework got hungry and ate my dog; it was so full that it couldn’t move let alone fit in my backpack. So I had to leave it at home to digest its dinner.
My homework ran away from my backpack last night and told me that it was never coming back after it found out I was turning it into you. I told it you weren’t so bad; but no matter what I told it, it wouldn’t believe me. So in your defense I ripped it into a million pieces so that it couldn’t say anything bad about you ever again.
My homework got caught up in the super bowl because Eli Manning made the game winning play which caused it to become intoxicated, and it wouldn’t wake up this morning due to exhaustion. It wasn’t my fault, I can’t help that Eli Manning is a GOD.
The Bird
The bird flies high in the sky,
Never knowing a single lie,
Hoping for a sunny day,
But all he gets is dark and grey,
The clouds are big and full of rain,
I guess tomorrow is another day,
Nothings right and nothings wrong,
He just won’t have the chance to sing his song.
The Beach
The hot summer,
The beach and sand,
The sand between my toes and hands,
Making my life feel at ease,
Especially when I feel the light summer breeze,
The beach is peaceful,
The beach is fun,
It makes me want to swim and run,
I love this place it’s like my home,
It makes me feel like I’m not alone.
Life is bliss,
Life is sweet,
Especially when I can spend it at the beach.
Her face is stress free with no sign of despair,
Thinking of the weekend,
And when to go where,
She tries so hard to find,
The right words to say,
But her face shows it all on her graduation day.
With no care in the world,
No thoughts of the day,
Her life seems simple,
The future so far away.
Inner thoughts and words on paper,
Makes me feel like now is later,
The peace it brings gives me no fear,
Because I know it will always be here,
Life with out it seems so bleak,
Not having it makes it so I can’t think.
Writing makes me free,
My mind can finally be at ease,
No thought left outside,
The sentence is an endless line,
Reading it makes me see,
What every life really means,
No matter how different the world may be,
Poetry will always be a part of me.
Life is easy when you’re me,
Everyone falling to my feet,
My life so quaint,
And me so sweet,
How could you not want to be with me?
Smart and free,
No care of the day,
You know that I’ll take your troubles away,
You know you want to be with me,
Just accept it and be free.
The rain falls outside,
Though I try hard,
I can’t deny,
How this rain makes me feel inside.
The rain is gloomy and depressive,
It makes me feel like my life is lessened,
This rain reminds me of my struggles and failures,
How can I define right now,
When I don’t know what happens later?
I want this rain to go away,
Today was supposed to be a happy day.
The sign tells me I’m going to fast,
But if I want to get anywhere,
I have to make it last,
This feeling of falling behind,
Occurs me at the worst time,
And though my life feels ever so slow,
Every time I turn,
I find a new road,
A new adventure,
A new time to be foretold,
This life goes by to fast to see where it goes,
So I slow down and pay attention to the road.
They met slowly,
With a soft,
Light,
Gentle,
Kiss.
Falling in love like,
Rain drops,
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The stage is a place meant for lovers.
Families gather from all around,
Where they arrive,
Their home is found,
Food for royalty,
And drinks for Kings,
Family is such a wonderful thing.
Everyone happy to see one another,
Even the two ever bickering brothers,
Not a person as happy as the one who has made,
That Thanksgiving turkey,
On Thanksgiving Day.
I sang a good poem,
I danced a pretty song,
I made some yummy arguments,
And wrote cookies with my mom,
My life is filled with color,
My rainbow filled with stress,
The garden made of rain,
And the flowers made of grays.
Trying to find the just,
of a long winter day.
We learn about math,
Science, and others,
Yet we still don’t understand,
Why we fight with our brothers,
Why our world is so depressed,
From the war and destruction,
And how no one seems to be able to find,
The right way to function,
We look for the answers,
In things we can’t find,
And determine our problems,
From what we try to hide,
Our world is not peaceful and never will be,
The only way to learn,
Is to watch and see.