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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:03 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 217

Inside the small house, up the stairs, in my room,under my bed.



Inside the white coat, with her friend, in the black.



Away from the storm, inside their sweet dreams, of chasing rabbits, through the forest.



Back to reality, out from under the bed, out of the small house, to chase some real rabbits instead.

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:03 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 217



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 08:16 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 37

On the hanger against the wall,

On the white rack above the ground,

Below the white ceiling in my room,

Near the green, dusty chalkboard behind the full bookcase,

Under the shiny, clear mirror near the bright blue T-shirt,

Beside the white sweater above the lined papers,

Across from the picture-filled door near the spontaneous books,

with a zipper.

Article posted February 20, 2012 at 08:16 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 01:37 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 40

From blaring alarm

Into the fierce forest fire

From many rugged miles

Into the fiery flames



Around the black-faced firefighters

Inside the fire blanket

Outside the boiling air

With fiery flames and rubble



Without a chaotic sound

On top of the rubble

Without a joyful laugh

On the firefighters shock face

With grave looking expressions



From the tired firefighters

To the blackened earth

Without a crawling creature

In the destroyed sight

Article posted February 20, 2012 at 01:37 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 40



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 03:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43

At dawn

before light

for early wake

with rain, snow, and wind

as working as hard as you can

to be the best of the best

across the horizon

to have that sweet smell

of no one more dedicated than you

behind the scenes, for your team

for victory

beside adversity

among the mess

for the trust

to be on top and number one in the end!

Article posted February 20, 2012 at 03:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 06:26 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 41

outside the rusty barred metal window

with the cold frosty bone chilling breeze

over the salty overlapping waves

on the soft sweet smelling grass

within the fluffy snow white ever changing clouds

above the soaring white birds

beneath the crystal sparkling surface

with the sparkling scales

of the speedy fretful fish

across the sparkling light

to th bright gleeming flashing lights

above the musical lights

in the chaos black night

outside the gleaming stars

on the piece of tasty cheese

withing the cell

around me

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 06:26 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 41



Article posted May 6, 2012 at 06:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43

In my room

on my desk

by the jewelry box and and by the picture

of a meadow

there you see is my stuff animal.

Article posted May 6, 2012 at 06:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 9, 2012 at 11:41 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 53

Under the sea

Below the sky

Against the sun

Down deep in the ocean

At the very bottom

In a oyster

Inside is a beautiful pearl

Beyond the horizon

Beneath the ocean

Within a oyster

In the oyster

Despite the pearl

On the pearl

With dimondes inside

Against the treasure chest

Near gold and silver

Beneath the ocean

Article posted March 9, 2012 at 11:41 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 53



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 06:13 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59

Across the very quiet meadow

Below the squeaky wooden bridge

Around the dark and cold bear cave

Past the loud flowing river

Down the rocky path

Behind the tall trees

Through the thorny rose bushes

Around the corner

Between the rocks

Up the steep hill

Over the rainbow

Down the steep hill

Toward the flowing lake

Behind the waterfall

Into the green woods

Article posted February 22, 2012 at 06:13 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59



Article posted March 15, 2012 at 02:54 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 57

 



Inside the school,



down the love filled hallway,



during Language Arts,



on the most special day.



In the silvery, heart covered wrapper,



despite the taste,



among the secretive heart.



Within the chocolaty goodness,



beside me,



around the heart-shaped candy,



without the rich and creamy solid heart.



Before the candy-melting sun,



into my anxious mouth,



beyond delicious,



for the chocolate.



<3

Article posted March 15, 2012 at 02:54 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 57



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 05:39 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45

[around the bend] [past the busy cheerful streets]



[through the optimistic park] [across the street]



[towards the great plains] [to the east]


[into taxi number two] [to a forbidden place]


[near a dark lake] [out of the yellow taxi cab]


[around the deep lake] [through giant jagged rocks]


[of grey and black hue] [over the dark mystic hill]


[in the dark caverns below] [along the crooked tunnels]


[until the sky goes ghostly black] [over the broken splintered ladder]


[into the dusty ominous row boat] [on the tainted sea]


[under the pulsation of lightning] [around the great raging waves]


[of death] [to the lost island]


[with black poisoned sand] [towards the wicked god-forsaken cliffs]


[with the black rain] [around your muddy face]


[with terrible twisted fear] [to the lightning-struck top]


[without a single word] [about the powerful wind]


[to your undeserved grave]  





 

Article posted February 22, 2012 at 05:39 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 06:51 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48

Here is my poem consisting only of prepositions:



Among Fleas



Within the big, expansive, endless darkness of the Universe…



Across from the bright red Sun

Beyond the big white Moon

Within the whole wide world

Above the bright green continent

Beneath the big square state

On the crowded block

Inside the little house

Between the attic and basement

Below the living room ceiling

Atop the hardwood floor

Near the dirty dust

With the old, tired, lumbering, big shaggy hound dog…



Beside the other fleas.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 06:51 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 04:06 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

At the door

near the end

by the bright colors

by the happy teacher

under the boreing roof

beyond the many people

before the horizen of the school

by the others

inside the little building

inbetween the two walls

among the children

on top of the floor

before the feeling

with the feeling

at the door

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 04:06 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 09:44 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 35

In the house

Of the Selvam'

Above the dining room

Through the window

On Valentine's Day

Across from my mirror

Around the room

From my mirror

From IKEA

Inside it's orange

Around the room

Past my bed

Against the wall

For the pictures

Among them all

Past my closet

With no damage done ;)

Article posted February 22, 2012 at 09:44 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 35



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 08:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59

Around the clock

on the wall

from dawn until dusk

during the day

over and over it goes

through all the hours

inside the house

out on the road

through the fields of time

toward the end

on store shelves

behind the glass

with you until the end

up on top of all.

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 08:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 03:46 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 43

Below the blue sky

On the hot, plastic turf

Down a long field, to a wide goal

Toward the white and black shiny ball

Off the crossbar

Along the out of bounds line

Through the net, into the goal

Despite the other team

On the other side of the field

During the game

Beyond the tough defense

Past the big goalie

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 03:46 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 43



Article posted February 24, 2012 at 08:00 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 56

Within itself,

beside the red, hot salsa,

under the orange, Mexican cheese,

over the tomatoes,

like a big beast,

above the shell,

in the mouth,

out the side,

near the round plate,

as yellow,

before starvation,

against the cooked, yummy, dark meat,

along the lettuce,

beneath the onions,

by the dark misty night,

without a sound,

out tonight.

Article posted February 24, 2012 at 08:00 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 56



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 04:23 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 64

The Blue Bird



Above the tall green tree

against the big blue sky

on top of a soft white cloud

from north to far south

despite the freezing cold and warm sun

between the earth and space

inside the big wide clearing

by the yellow sun

around the world again

among the living things

as small as you and me

across the great prarie

along the blowing wind

pver the dusty valley

past the great blue ocean

without a knowing view

near a fast passed breeze.



by Kacie

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 04:23 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 64



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 11:49 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45

TACOS!



At Taco Bell, in the very back

Near the drive thru, behind the employee sink

Against the purple and yellow wall, in the corner

With a cold stainless steel handle, behind the heavy door

In the very back, behind the frozen cheese

Under the quesadilla, near the cold ice

Next to the corner, in s blue container

With the delicious tacos

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 11:49 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:59 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49

Past the cropped ears

Inside the chewed up face

infront of the docked tail

near the metal linked fence

across the empty lot

above the cement

below the sunny blue sky

by the dried water bowl

in the dead heat of Cailfornia

among the yard discared

inside the Pit's body

among the colored organs

beside the junk car

behind the sidewalk

between a cruel world and freedom

Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:59 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:12 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49

Beneath the blue sky,

Behind the shed,

Around the field,

Inside the stall,

Up in the hay-loft,

With the barn cats,

Within the dry shelter,

Among the big herd,

Near his companions,

At the big barn,

Past the little pond,

Between the many trees,

By the cool, trickling brook,

In the flowery meadow,

Under the shady trees.

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:12 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:09 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 40

Earth By Isaac



 



Below the decaying atmosphere, on the colorless land;


Above the dry ground, across the withered mountains’


Over the water-less river, beyond the flat hills;


Though the long dead fields, towards the centralized center;


After the fall of the dying sun, during the dark and all-powerful night;


Behind the deepest evil, before the highest happiness;


Past the gray forests, beneath the foreboding stars;


On earth 


P.S just in case you want to judge my personality using this poem my life was screwed up the day I wrote this   


 


 


 

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:09 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 40



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:34 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48

Silence in the School



Among the instruments in the band room.

Through the empty hallways among the class rooms.

By the high stairs and the quiet foyer.

Inside the office and across the large school.

Past the open front and beyond to the green field.

Below the blue sky and above the rich Earth.

From the small portables and down the infinite track.

For there with silence in the silent school.

The only thing that bothered me is that I accidentally set it up to be with silence but that’s it.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:34 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 25, 2012 at 07:22 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 44

In China, with its bamboo

Within the green woods

Near the ancient cities of China



Around the bamboo trees

Along the Great Wall of China

Over deep mountain ranges filled with trees



With big eyes and oreo-colored fur

at the zoo

past the pond

across the valleys



into the wilderness

among the vast land

beside his bamboo

Article posted February 25, 2012 at 07:22 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 44



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:22 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

On my desk with the lined paper

By the white eraser



From the busy office store

Off the desk, onto the carpeted floor



Among the red pens

Beside the blue



Along the worksheet

Without super smooth motion



Through this crazy poem

During a long, exhausting paragraph



For its owner to make the grade

Despite the hard, demanding work



Over the paper

During the busy school day

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:22 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 08:51 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52

Inside the boring living room 





Off my mind





In my bordom





Out go my shoes





Below this big blue sky





Under the flat roof





Through the widing hallway





Into my sisters room





Down the steep stairs





Inside my T.V room





As bland





As could be





By my big blue kitchen





Underneath th stars





Out th boring house.

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 08:51 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 27, 2012 at 10:30 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48

Through the door

Under the table

Over the carpet

Around the rock

In the box

Out the box

Into the room

Throughout my closet

out the window

Into my car

Down the street

Article posted February 27, 2012 at 10:30 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 07:28 PM GMT-7 • comment (2) • Reads 53

Through the front door, over the living room carpet,

Up the winding staircase, under that old fishing net.

Around the wooden chair, across the long hall,

Up into the vent, out through the wall.

Toward the bathroom, on the sink,

Above the dog, among the toys that tink.

Beyond the bathroom, after the old shed,

Into my bedroom, in the little cats bed.



This is the preposition poem that I created.

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 07:28 PM GMT-7 • comment (2) • Reads 53



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 08:57 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 54

In the black of night.

Across the dark city streets of Gotham.

In the blink of an eye.

In pursuit of a villain.

Above your head, toward the victim of crime.

For tomorrow among us beneath the buildings.

Beside you as a regular man.

As a dark knight, into the darkness along he goes.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 08:57 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 54



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 61

During my free time

In the bright, dull afternoons

Over the long and short weekends

After school

With all my friends

Past the wide, bright meadow

Beneath the clouds

Before delicious food

On the grass

On the slippery court

Near many tall and short people

Under a ceiling

With shoes

Without warm, fuzzy socks

Inside a big house

By a younger blond-haired sister

At night

In the dim, colorful morning

During the hot day

Up the stairs

Down the bumpy, not steep hills

For a long time

On the wide ground

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 61



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 08:24 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52

On the court,

Inside the gym,

Behind the free-throw line.

Through the gym doors,

Past the large crowd,

Toward the bench.

At the half-court line,

Under the Roof-Top,

Down you Ready for the game,

Then the crowd sounding,

Up with their commotion.

Into the night,

On the wood floor,

Against one another,

Beyond competitiveness.

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 08:24 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 23, 2012 at 08:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 38

The Lone Dog



Over the rainbow and under the sea

Behind the wall

Across the field

Below lays the sad dog

From the north

After the sad holocaust

Along the dead end road

Towards no particular place

Despite the strange conditions

Along he walks

Toward no place

Past the end

And went no further.

Article posted February 23, 2012 at 08:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45

Around town by a silver gate

Beyond the bars lies your fate

Inside the doors lies a world

Beneath all the chocolate

Within a rasberry swirl

Near the oompa-loompas despite their size

Behind the chocolate waterfall among a group of kids Augustus Gloop cries

Inside the plastic tube he is stuck

Between rolls of fat

Beyond all that flab

Inside Augustus is crying for his dad

Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:50 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50

Skiing



On the snow of the mountain down the slope through the trees



Over the steep jump down the steep hill into the long line



Up the long vibrating lift off the lift onto the dreaded ice



Toward the softer, better snow under the glowing stars



During the cold, lightly snowing night beside fellow skiing friends



On top of the world on top of the mountain.

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:50 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 06:00 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 46

In the lonely town of Santa Fe

For the beautiful girl on this very day

At 9 o'clock during the bitter chilly night

Before midnight without any slight sign of light



After sundown despite the awful cold

Until the beautiful blink of sunrise for rolling the dough

Within that bright pink polka-dot party house of my school pal

With a fun-filled awesome gal

Article posted February 20, 2012 at 06:00 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 46



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 09:25 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 64

In the immature mind of the American teenager

Above the neck, in the brain

Near the idea of social-status mattering

Despite words from their parents

Through the lugubrious insults of fellow classmates

Without acceptance

In their now simple lives

Toward the simplistic realm, of inner thoughts

Along the passage way, to inner and outer peace

Beyond the realm, of actual and mental realization

Of life's inner meaning

Article posted February 20, 2012 at 09:25 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 64



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 05:00 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

About my ice-cream passion-




Above the sprinkles



Across the melty-chocolate chips



After taking a bite-



Against my diet!!!



 



Along the path my hand takes to deliver ice-cream to my mouth



Among ice-cream



Around the whipped cream



As I swirl the ice-cream



On a spoon



 



At the top of the cherry



Before strawberry passion



Behind sweet, savory vanilla



Below smooth, mouth-watering chocolate



Downing bowls of ice-cream!



 

Article posted February 21, 2012 at 05:00 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 23, 2012 at 07:33 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50

Above the white, big, foggy clouds

In the beautiful, clear, baby blue sky

After the cold and clear rain

Toward up the cold high sky

Under the warm, bright, orange sun

With the cold shivering wind

Among the white cloud filled heavens

Along the brown lumpy ground

Past the big white houses

Beyond the blue long sea

By the quit helpful animals

Among the clear calm water

With bright, beautiful, colorful colors

Like a slow growing flower

In the clear calm water

Article posted February 23, 2012 at 07:33 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:08 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 36

On the field, of the game

in the season, of spring

With the players, of the game

as the ball is thrown about

Down to the batter, into the mitt

up comes a new batter

Without hesitation

over the fence, into the wide street

Under a car, with a new ball

down the last batter

Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:08 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 12:23 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 46



Towards School



In the morning at 7:00 a.m Despite the sun beyond the glistening sea

Into the covers

To the couch

To the bathroom

Past the bed

Inside the car

Towards the school

Through the school doors

To the horrifying teachers To hear them talk

Until the ringing bell

Article posted February 20, 2012 at 12:23 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 46



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 07:02 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

My poem is about the ceiling. I did my poem about the ceiling because it was an easy topic and it follows me so I dont have to go to a specific stop to write about it.



Up on top

of this big old box

over the tall grassy hills

above the winding walls

to open and close

off  the poluted world

against the wild wind

past the wide windows

along the halls

for us way

over here

for you all the way

over there

inside this musty old building

over the tall chairsalong the wide walls

past the grassy hills

to sheild us

from the blinding sun

during the long day

at this big old school.

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 07:02 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:33 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 47

ROAD OF LIFE

In a nice, clean house

Across a daily black route

To the best learning prison

With all my friends

Among my cruel enemies

Under the influence

Of my fellow peers

Against some of their hobbies

Throughout the entire day

On top of my learning

Into my favorite class

With my teacher Mr. Howard

Without any breaks

Down the road, Success

To high school and college

Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:33 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 47



Article posted December 9, 2011 at 07:44 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 37

Over the grey bunny,

Around the lazy willow tree,

Under the bright hot sun,

In the meadow,

During the spring,

Across the road,

Behind the prickly bushes,

Near the sea shore,

Beside a basket,

From the blue car,

On the hot tar,

With the fresh mist,

Through the salty grass,

As the time flies,

Until the sunset.

Article posted December 9, 2011 at 07:44 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 08:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 55

Behind the barn

Near a pile of smelly hay

Around the small, frail chicken

Over the dead, brown grass

Over the large bumpy green hill

With black and white spots everywhere

There lays the big black and white cow

Among all the lazy, old barn animals

Before the hot, yellow, bright sun

Across from her lays her small young calf

Beyond the city in the country

Like a bear in hibernation

As the lazy cow stretches to wake up

Near the den of the mother hen

Through the crops the cow lays

Along the side of the old barn

Past all of