By Rachel B.
Sing softly, my dear
For the words are like fire
Burning through the hearts
of those who hear
Sing sweetly, my dear
For the words will bring healing
To those who are quiet,
to those who hear
Sing slowly, my dear
For the words will tell them
What they want to know
if they take time to hear
Sing strongly, my dear
For the words will inspire
A million times over
Those who want to hear
Sing softly, my dear
For the words will captivate
The hearts and minds
of those who hear
For each one of the six, are special in there own way,
When they mix, they play together, gay are the sounds you hear
but like a Puppet has its master, the guitar does too,
When the master of the strings starts to cry, the strings cry as well,
When the caster of the strings sings with
joy, the strings will sing without a comotion
Emtions, is what the strings sing to
Nay, the “infant-finite”.
I know thine idiosyncrancies.
I doth feel thine fear.
Like moths to the flame your thoughts abstain,
Such worthless dreams of grandeur, all vain.
Petty the lives of covetous fools.
Doth wretched, I hath no words explain,
Your life to live, a life of pain.
An “eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth”,
Yet, this eye you owe to thy nameless of names.
Heart Stopped Beating
By Tia P.
Kiss me like you did, my heart stopped beating
So love me like you did, the memories are fleeting
So hold me like you did, I promise not to let go
So have me like you did, digging deep below
So hide me like you did, take away my presence
So leave me like you did, evacuate my essence
So kill me like you did, my heart stopped beating
Imposible to grasp
Finding its way
Summer is almost here
The temperature is rising to 1,000 degrees
The Beach and pool are calling to me
Lemonade and ice cream await
Vacations are just around the corner
Spending time with friends and family
No homework or tests to worry about
But summer ends as fast as it comes
Summer is the best time of the year
King of the snowy terrain
Infinitely endless possibilities
Icicles are huge daggers
Noses, red as roses
Great way to begin the day
It marches across countries destroying everything in its path.
Those warlords have hearts of stone.
Killing by the millions, breaking hearts of billions of wives and mothers.
War is complete destruction, utter chaos without end.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
She feels as though she is a fruit loop, walking around a world full of cheerios.
She just doesn’t fit in.
As she walks down the halls, there are a million eyes staring at her.
They are laughing like hyenas.
Their words are rocks being thrown at her.
Dancing around her head day and night.
People have no idea,
How words can affect a person.
Betrayal, ender of friendship
Starter of hardship
A stab to the back,
You begin to lack
It can’t be undone
Since the damage is done
Betrayal, minor or major,
Turns you into a rager
Just find someone new
Just right for you
Life should be as fun as a celebration
Whether we hate or love
It just isn’t enough
We need to tease and mock
But the clock is ticking, Tick Tock
The hourglass is running out of time
Soon we’ll all be devices of crime
If we don’t all just get along
Then who is there to be strong?
Imagine a world with no hate
Why it would just be great!
Full of friendship and love and care
Everyone would be happy everywhere!
So make that change, and make it now
Before the hatred comes back somehow
But if it’s truly your fate
I guess you are hate
He has been around for a million years,
Mr. Krabbs is like a giant money vacuum,
Spongebob like the color of a banana,
Patrick has the looks of a peice of bubblegum,
The sponge talks and makes crabby pattys,
His name is Spongebob!
Being a kid means many things
Sliding around in socks
Getting caught stealing from the cookie jar
Jumping from the couch to the recliner in order to avoid stepping in lava
Climbing a tree that seems 300 feet tall
Having grass stains permanently left on your jeans
Dressing up and dreaming of the future
Wishing you could grow up faster
Then when you finally grow up the magic is gone,
And you wish you were a kid again.
By Trevor C.
The moon is a shining sun.
It is like a zillion years old.
It smiles at me all night.
It is as cool as Erik.
The moon is where I want to be.
It is the best place in the galaxy.
By Victoria L.
Youtube is for babies and cats, but allows many to share their lives.
Google+ is busy, busy, busy, just like a bee hive.
Instagram is visual, where pictures are windows of the world.
Email is a lonely trail now, it’s edges wrinkled and curled.
Twitter flies like its mascot, bold and small,
but Facebook, well, he’s king of them all.
The piano, a faithful friend,
Always there when needed,
Never talks back when mistreated,
A million tunes it can sing,
Like glasses clinking with a crisp ring,
The piano comes to life with emotion,
It lulls to sleep like a potion,
My piano, my faithful friend.
Elway is my dog
who much resembles a hog
She is a mini hippo that cannot swim
with her four fat stubby limbs
she weighs about 1000 pounds
which explains why she is ever so round
She is like a balloon running out of air
which she loses by sitting there
Her leash is the worst consequence
because she can’t walk past the front yard fence
Elway is the “bestist” dog
And thus I end my poetry log!
I hate it when words hit me like a punch in the chest.
Do tell me what you think,
Not what I think. My hobbies yell at you anyways.
Care is needed to preserve my million dollar treasure.
What does this mean, you may ask?
Others will be fire-dragons and spit harmful remarks. What does this mean?
Think. Think. One opinion is not better than another. I like my opinions.
Ignore those snide remarks. Believe what you wish to. I
Am feeling the hate. Sometimes, even with your closest peers, you need earplugs, like
Oh bathrobe, oh regal and glorious robe
You are a friend to all, around the globe
Stylish, sleek, and sharp as a tuxedo you are
Your flannel and plaid smile makes me have the warmth of a star
I need only wear boxers when thee are on me
And unlike skinny jeans, you make me feel free
You are the chicken soup of articles of clothing
Your extra soft cotton comforts me and mends my loathing
Oh bathrobe, oh bathrobe you are a glorious friend
And let human kind have your companionship until the end
Snakes of Life
Snakes are what you would call life’s journey,
Bending and sliding like the decisions that you make.
But decisions will stop bending; they will stay still,
That is when you know you have made a bad choice.
Though life is not just about choices you make,
It is how you make it through those decisions.
You will always have billions and billions of paths to take,
But only one of them you will take,
Like a snake choosing between a rabbit or a frog.
After many turns and adventures,
Life will comitt a retire,
And your snake will wither and become cold,
Which is the final part of the cycle,
As fast as a roadrunner
Energetic baseball bat
Big bases that never end
Amazing baseball player
Loud laughing fan named lary
Laughing the whole game
Surfing is a fishes food
Use lots of wax
Reach like a rubber-band
Infinite amount of board types
Nature is a massive part
Go big or go home