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Article posted February 20, 2012 at 08:16 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 20, 2012 at 03:04 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 17, 2012 at 06:26 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted March 9, 2012 at 11:41 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 22, 2012 at 06:13 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 14, 2012 at 06:51 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 16, 2012 at 04:06 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 22, 2012 at 09:44 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 08:04 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 03:46 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 24, 2012 at 08:00 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 14, 2012 at 04:23 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 17, 2012 at 11:49 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:59 AM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:12 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:34 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 27, 2012 at 10:30 AM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 16, 2012 at 07:28 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 14, 2012 at 08:57 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 04:04 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 16, 2012 at 08:24 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 23, 2012 at 08:58 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:58 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 20, 2012 at 06:00 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 20, 2012 at 09:25 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 23, 2012 at 07:33 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:08 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 20, 2012 at 12:23 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 16, 2012 at 07:02 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:33 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted December 9, 2011 at 07:44 PM GMT-7 •
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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 •
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Article posted February 17, 2012 at 08:42 PM GMT-7 •
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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 the city
There the cow lies
Article posted February 17, 2012 at 08:42 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 28, 2012 at 01:32 PM GMT-7 •
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Near the cotton candy forest
Among two unicorns
By a TV
On a carpet
At candy mnt.
Along the river
Above the grass
Toward a chu chu shoe
Under the water
At the snow man
By thy unicorn Charly
Article posted February 28, 2012 at 01:32 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 18, 2012 at 04:39 PM GMT-7 •
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[On the field]
[Behind the center]
[Near the amazingly awesome win]
[Across the line]
[Through the big, hairy, nose tackle]
[Beyound the grassy, muddy, painful practice field]
[Out of the game]
[Near the close game]
[Along the white side line]
[Down with one play to go]
[Between the two big linemen]
[Against the biggest, nastiest, ugliest team]
[Over the magnificent 0 yard line]
[Inside the pocket]
[Despite their size we won]
[After the awesome game]
Please Comment :)
Article posted February 18, 2012 at 04:39 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:28 PM GMT-7 •
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During the game,
off the huge stands, in the gym.
Past two long minutes, within the players, on the court, near the hoop, under the stands. In the basket, down Lakers! down Lakers!
Except the ball, through the basket,
at the other end.Except the buzzer, out of time. Down Nuggets.
Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:28 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:33 PM GMT-7 •
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in the deep dark hallway
behind the wall of lockers
beyond the row of classrooms
under the creaky floorboards
inside the ventilation system
above the janitor's closet
despite the silence
through the vent
into the empty gymnasium
over the teacher's office
out the back door
across the large parking lot
down the street
up and over the fence
across the tiled walkway
through the sliding glass door
into the cozy bedroom
without making a sound
Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:33 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted March 2, 2012 at 08:36 AM GMT-7 •
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Out the door
Past all the people
Beneath the blue sky
Among the trees
Under the canopy
Across the river
Over the rainbow
Down the hill
Durring the storm
By the rocky stream
Beside the lake
Around the ditch
Across the road
Inside the door
To grandmothers house we go
Article posted March 2, 2012 at 08:36 AM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:29 PM GMT-7 •
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The Crown
Below the blue sky
Beyond the moat
Across the majestic river
In the beautiful land
Within the castle walls
Among the sleeping dragons
Over the golden floor
Beneath the scary dungeon
Near the kings thrown
Down the tower
From the royal parents
To the lucky daughter
On the princess's head
Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:29 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 29, 2012 at 11:01 AM GMT-7 •
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Outside my house
In my backyard
Near a immense tree
On my grass
During the day
Under the sun
By night, the same
Between then no change
With no other dog beside him
Throughout the day
Up until dinner
From dawn till dusk
On his grass
In his backyard
Outside my house
Article posted February 29, 2012 at 11:01 AM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 28, 2012 at 03:56 PM GMT-7 •
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Before eating
Above the cupcake
Under the cupcake
Among the other tasty pastries
Within the perfect, tasty, pink, fluffy cupcake
On the white platter
Near the front window
With the cupcakes
Behind the donut
Between the pies
On a delicate napkin
Among the pastries
Beneath the glass display case
Over the delicious apple turnovers
Beside the other golden pastries
Article posted February 28, 2012 at 03:56 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:03 PM GMT-7 •
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Fish
Above the vast ocean floor
Among the algae and seaweed
Around the rocks and ruffles
Behind big ocean mammals
Below the reflective horizon
Beyond your wildest dreams
Despite the hungry humans
Inside water as clear as air
Over the deep dark tunnels
Under cities and air
Inside plants animals and grime
At all times of day
With scales and tails
With gills and skills
With peace
Article posted February 14, 2012 at 07:03 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:16 PM GMT-7 •
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About the Room
Around the room, among the room
Through the chairs, under the desks
Up the wall, to the high white ceiling
Past Spencer and Spencer
Into the window, by the squirrely children
Towards the thick doors, of wood
Over the black thin laptop
With a willing fun teacher
Across the dull rug
Below the fluffy white clouds
Across the long hallways, from door to wall
Near the math room, inside M.R.M.S.
With friends of friends
Behind the colorful posters
Of poems and poems
On the plain wall
About this room, of rooms
Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:16 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 09:19 PM GMT-7 •
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In the kitchen, above the messy den
During lunch
Into the bright red tomato soup like little bullets
Between he chair, in sister’s knotted hair
Past the soiled hall, out the colorful, artistic stained-glass door
On mother’s angry face
Into her smoky ears
Like a force, beneath the ground
Past the mashed potato walls, into the kitchen
To the suspicious, terrified kids
“To you rooms!”
Article posted February 21, 2012 at 09:19 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:09 PM GMT-7 •
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This is my poem:
"The Worm"
About half an inch
inside the apple
through the swaying red bridge
above the rolling green hills
across the ocean
against the breeze on a new years eve
around the trunk
without the apple no worm
inside the apple
about half an inch
That is my poem don't ask me where I got the idea from but I just felt like doing a poem about a worm in an apple.
Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:09 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 17, 2012 at 09:20 PM GMT-7 •
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Here's my prep poem. How do you like it? Please give me feedback:
The Bright, Red Shoes
In the store,
through the plastic bag,
beside the fat, grey door,
out of the tall, glass building,
through the trunk of the car,
on someone’s dirty feet,
with some tan-colored socks,
in a puddle of mushy, brown, mud,
from the feet,
to a trash bag,
within a garbage can,
in the garbage truck,
next to piece of trash,
beyond the hot, burning fire,
toward the incinerator,
in the flames of the fire,
into another life.
Article posted February 17, 2012 at 09:20 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted March 6, 2012 at 05:32 PM GMT-7 •
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Mr. Howard
Into his class
Past me
In his class room
Near his smartbord
Accosted a sea of desks
Before the end of the day
Below my desk
After class over to his desk
Above all students
Near the ceiling
Next day inside the classroom
Beyond the classroom
At his desk
Out the bathroom
Into his classroom
Article posted March 6, 2012 at 05:32 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 14, 2012 at 04:24 PM GMT-7 •
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in red, with eight studs
about an inch in length
by the Lego company
to entertain
to imagine
to create anything, anytime
on Lego sculptures
beside each other
in key chains
in customized rooms, backpacks, and much more
for everyone
into imaginations forever
Article posted February 14, 2012 at 04:24 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 20, 2012 at 09:16 AM GMT-7 •
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as big as a brick
inside my red and green house
past my lawn until the front door
between neighbors
around the silver taped to the ground fence
beneath stars
after going on highway 24 then past the big Safeway
over the great big mountains
on street Woodland Avenue
with a variety of shades of grey as soft as silk
over wildly ecstatic playful
without doubt amazing
Article posted February 20, 2012 at 09:16 AM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 16, 2012 at 04:53 PM GMT-7 •
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Gavin
In his dark lair
Under his stairs
In his chair
While he would stare
At his shortened hair
For he would cry
To the sky
Over the river
Through the woods
Went he, to his dog’s grave
Inside him went a warm glow
Of kindness
Of niceness
Within him after it melted the snow
Well, that is my poem. I hope that all words in it are a preposition. It is titled Gavin for that person sits by me in class. For those of you who know Gavin personally, this should be hilarious. To those of you who do not know Gavin, this should be very confusing.
Article posted February 16, 2012 at 04:53 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted February 21, 2012 at 09:22 PM GMT-7 •
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On top of the bed post
In my room
Beneath the ceiling fan
Beside the big, wooden dresser
Near the big wooden door
Over the scarf
Above the clothes-covered ground
Beside the big black jacket
By the large green laundry basket
Without any human motion
Off the dirty ground
Between one wall and another
Among many other things
Around multiple still things.
Out of the rest of the house.
Article posted February 21, 2012 at 09:22 PM GMT-7 •
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Article posted March 1, 2012 at 03:41 PM GMT-7 •
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At the top
of the iceberg
against another penguin
at the edge
above another ledge
below the sun
with black flippers
with a white chest
sliding across the slick ice
into the freezing cold water
into the deep ocean
was a fish
with slimy wet gills
to breath underwater
to survive as a fish
under the deep blue sea
Article posted March 1, 2012 at 03:41 PM GMT-7 •
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