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Article posted February 15, 2012 at 11:03 PM GMT • comment • Reads 216

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 11:03 PM GMT • comment • Reads 216



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 03:16 AM GMT • 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 21, 2012 at 03:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 08:37 PM GMT • 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 08:37 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 40



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 10:04 PM GMT • 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 10:04 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 01:26 AM GMT • 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 18, 2012 at 01:26 AM GMT • comment • Reads 41



Article posted May 7, 2012 at 01:58 AM GMT • 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 7, 2012 at 01:58 AM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 10, 2012 at 06:41 AM GMT • 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 10, 2012 at 06:41 AM GMT • comment • Reads 53



Article posted February 23, 2012 at 01:13 AM GMT • 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 23, 2012 at 01:13 AM GMT • comment • Reads 59



Article posted March 15, 2012 at 09:54 PM GMT • 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 09:54 PM GMT • comment • Reads 57



Article posted February 23, 2012 at 12:39 AM GMT • 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 23, 2012 at 12:39 AM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 01:51 AM GMT • 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 15, 2012 at 01:51 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 11:06 PM GMT • 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 11:06 PM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 23, 2012 at 04:44 AM GMT • 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 23, 2012 at 04:44 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 35



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 03:04 AM GMT • 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 16, 2012 at 03:04 AM GMT • comment • Reads 59



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 10:46 PM GMT • 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 10:46 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 43



Article posted February 25, 2012 at 03:00 AM GMT • 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 25, 2012 at 03:00 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 56



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 11:23 PM GMT • 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 11:23 PM GMT • comment • Reads 64



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 06:49 AM GMT • 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 18, 2012 at 06:49 AM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 05:59 PM GMT • 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 05:59 PM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 11:12 PM GMT • 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 11:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 02:09 AM GMT • 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 15, 2012 at 02:09 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 02:34 AM GMT • 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 15, 2012 at 02:34 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 26, 2012 at 02:22 AM GMT • 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 26, 2012 at 02:22 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 12:22 AM GMT • 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 17, 2012 at 12:22 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 03:51 AM GMT • 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 16, 2012 at 03:51 AM GMT • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 27, 2012 at 05:30 PM GMT • 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 05:30 PM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 02:28 AM GMT • 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 17, 2012 at 02:28 AM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 53



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 03:57 AM GMT • 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 15, 2012 at 03:57 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 54



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 11:04 PM GMT • 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 11:04 PM GMT • comment • Reads 61



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 03:24 AM GMT • 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 17, 2012 at 03:24 AM GMT • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 24, 2012 at 03:58 AM GMT • 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 24, 2012 at 03:58 AM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:58 PM GMT • 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 10:58 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 12:50 AM GMT • 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 17, 2012 at 12:50 AM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 01:00 AM GMT • 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 21, 2012 at 01:00 AM GMT • comment • Reads 46



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 04:25 AM GMT • 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 21, 2012 at 04:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 64



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 12:00 AM GMT • 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 22, 2012 at 12:00 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 24, 2012 at 02:33 AM GMT • 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 24, 2012 at 02:33 AM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:08 PM GMT • 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 10:08 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 07:23 PM GMT • 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 07:23 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 02:02 AM GMT • 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 17, 2012 at 02:02 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 11:33 PM GMT • 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 11:33 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 47



Article posted December 10, 2011 at 02:44 AM GMT • 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 10, 2011 at 02:44 AM GMT • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 03:42 AM GMT • 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 the city

There the cow lies

Article posted February 18, 2012 at 03:42 AM GMT • comment • Reads 55



Article posted March 9, 2012 at 03:19 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40

Out the house

Across the street

Over the metal fence

Through the trees

Around the lake

Past the bright strobe

Into the Deadmau5

To the Dubstep Man

Article posted March 9, 2012 at 03:19 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40



Article posted February 28, 2012 at 08:32 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54

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 08:32 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 11:39 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

[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 11:39 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:09 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

The Goal


 


  With the black biscuit, down the Olympic size rink, toward the net,


by dangling one after another, as the skates


beneath him, while spraying shaved ice,


across the ice rink, into the crowd, as the rumble starts, in the crowd,


on the blue line, before the net,


for the perfectly saucered shot, between the goalies leg pads,


into the net.

Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:09 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 12:28 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48

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 17, 2012 at 12:28 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 55

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 10:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 55



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 05:56 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 53

in the room



above the desk



behind the projector



across the poster



by the flag



among the tiles



before the TV



up on the ceiling



below the sky



past the light



during class



with number 3



between the walls



through the doors



toward the snowflake



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 05:56 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 53



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 02:45 AM GMT • comment • Reads 56

A Magician's Life

By: Michael



Around the magician,

Beyond his vision,

Toward his hands,

At the table,

With playing cards.



Before his performance,

In his heart,

despite his doubts,

behind a prayer rests.



Without an assistant,

During his show,

Along the stage,

Above his audience.



Like a brave soldier,

After his performance,

Within his head,

With thanks the Lord,

Beside his bed.

Article posted February 22, 2012 at 02:45 AM GMT • comment • Reads 56



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 10:56 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50

Through the brown door,



At my cool, huge school,



Above nothing,



Below nothing,



Beside the noisy blue band hallway,



Across from the noisy drama room,



Near the smelly lunch room,



With the fun gym teachers,



During the day,



With many kids,



Of green, purple and smelly clothes,



Until the very end,



Of the day,



With all the kids,



Between the walls.

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 10:56 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 03:48 AM GMT • comment • Reads 39

The World



By: Jared



Across the deep blue ocenm



Beyond the beutiful horizon



Over the rolling hills



past the dark creepy wondery jungle



towards North



up the skyscraping mountains



above the heavily lit clouds



out of this mystifying fantastic world



into the dark empty space of space



On the rings of Saturn



around rings,alongs with no gravity,



behind Earth



Under the stars



 

Article posted February 18, 2012 at 03:48 AM GMT • comment • Reads 39



Article posted February 19, 2012 at 11:31 PM GMT • comment • Reads 39

A guide to find The Alex



By Me



 



Through the blue river



Over the dark woods



To grandpa’s old house



 



In the smelly bathroom



Under the filthy toilet



Under the deep aquifer



 



In the rocky crust



Through the rocky crust



Into the huge ocean



 



Through the huge ocean



Into the little gulf



During the hurricane season



 



Into the calm eye



Onto the sandy atoll



Under the palm tree



 



Into the shabbily built shack



Around the shack walls



Beneath the palm stool



 



Into the trap door



Despite the red and blue crabs



Despite the coral snakes



 



Despite the deadly spiders



Despite the licking flames



Despite the razor sharp spikes



 



Despite the stinging insects



Despite the flying knives



Despite the Barbie dolls



 



Into the dark cavern



Through the dark cavern



Into the chamber



 



To … The Alex



 

Article posted February 19, 2012 at 11:31 PM GMT • comment • Reads 39



Article posted March 2, 2012 at 03:36 PM GMT • comment • Reads 49

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 03:36 PM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 03:16 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 41

This is my prepositional poem. Enjoy!





“Rock Climbing"



 Below the finish,



With the long rope,



Up the wall,



Above, far above, the ground,



Past the start,



To the next hold,



Like a monkey, an agile monkey,



 With the green vines,



Toward the far away end,



Toward the great victory,



Beyond the terrible fear,



Beyond the immense doubt,



To the cheer,



To the joy,



Beneath you.

Article posted February 15, 2012 at 03:16 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 41



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 11:29 PM GMT • comment • Reads 53

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 11:29 PM GMT • comment • Reads 53



Article posted February 29, 2012 at 06:01 PM GMT • comment • Reads 40

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 06:01 PM GMT • comment • Reads 40



Article posted February 28, 2012 at 10:56 PM GMT • comment • Reads 47

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 10:56 PM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 01:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 57



Beyond the deep, dark green forest,



Past the busy streets,



Over the snow-capped mountains,



Near the deep blue pond,



About their business,



Without much luck,



During the ninth inning,



Despite the points,



Toward the dusty plate,



Under great pressure,



Until the hit ball,



Across the high, metal fence,



Up the desperately low score,



Down the risky outs,



For a great game.



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 01:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 57



Article posted February 15, 2012 at 02:03 AM GMT • comment • Reads 100

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 15, 2012 at 02:03 AM GMT • comment • Reads 100



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 05:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 53

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 22, 2012 at 05:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 53



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:19 AM GMT • comment • Reads 55

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 22, 2012 at 04:19 AM GMT • comment • Reads 55



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 02:24 AM GMT • comment • Reads 59



Within the universe



In a small galaxy far far away



Between Venus and Mars



On Earth



Over the rainbow



Past the mountains



Near a big black car



Above the ground



Behind a huge mountain



Over another rainbow



Under the big blue sky



Beyond a filthy hobo



Across the long gray street



In a house is the boy who plays by himself



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 02:24 AM GMT • comment • Reads 59



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 11:09 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44

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 11:09 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 04:20 AM GMT • comment • Reads 55

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 18, 2012 at 04:20 AM GMT • comment • Reads 55



Article posted February 21, 2012 at 11:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

In the purple book



Near the brownish colored door



Within the yellowish box



Over your round head



In my big, black, pink shoe



On the whitish wall



Beneath the boring desk



Among us



Bewtween all of us



Except in the big fat reading book



Within the thin wall



For all of us



Near our teenage years



Around the small room



Above the white smart board

Article posted February 21, 2012 at 11:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 18, 2012 at 08:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43

Beyond the Hawaiian Islands

Beneath the bubbly blue sea

Against a small red rock

Near the Sunken vessel



Beside a pink Jelly- belly jelly fish

With dancing tentacles

Through the clear blue water

Along the ocean floor



Above a Sluggish whale

Near the swarming school of fish

Toward the open cave

Within the dark abyss



Across the decaying deck

Into the open hall

Within the Captains chest

Inside Preciouses jewels



Toward the clear blue sky

Past the coral reef

Above the waters rim

Into the Hawaiian sunlight









Article posted February 18, 2012 at 08:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 7, 2012 at 12:32 AM GMT • comment • Reads 37

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 7, 2012 at 12:32 AM GMT • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52

 



The Box


By: Blake Storry




















 






 








In the big yellow box without any interior protection


Around the curved corner


Atop the blue-stained shelf under the glow-in-the-dark ceiling


Near the big brown ball inside the long hall


Over the past six years except last month until this very day


Beyond the river despite the mosquitoes


With a strawberry


Upon a time since the year 2003.

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 11:24 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

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 11:24 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 01:44 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44

 



The Super Bowl



 



On February 6th



Toward the time of noon



Without any competition



In homes



Around the nation and other places



Despite unpopularity



From every person’s television set



Inside every warming home



Among the many traditions



Near this time of year



Across all the stations



Over the time



Of three elongated hours



Within, a joyous show



Like that



From above



Atop the priority lists

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 01:44 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted February 20, 2012 at 04:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

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 04:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 11:53 PM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 64

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 11:53 PM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 64



Article posted February 16, 2012 at 12:27 AM GMT • comment • Reads 37

The Ball Bounced



In the bug blue house


Off the square table


Over cool awesome tall Olivia


Through the huge candy-filled candy-made door


On the tarred black street


Down the hot lond road



Across the trustful neighbors yard


Aboard a boat



Across the wet smelly deck


Into the vast harbor


Across the Pacific sea


By the country Japan


Into crowded China


Through the restarunt shop



Without it's tall boy-like master


In the big blue house

Article posted February 16, 2012 at 12:27 AM GMT • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 04:22 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48

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 22, 2012 at 04:22 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted March 1, 2012 at 10:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50

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 10:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50



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