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Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:18 PM GMT • comment • Reads 304

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Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:18 PM GMT • comment • Reads 304



Article posted April 10, 2012 at 02:06 AM GMT • comment • Reads 51

A sink without liquid

A mom without a kid

A bed without a mattress

A restaurant without a waitress,



A person without hair

A truth without a dare

A face without eyes

A shoe without ties,



A Hayley without a Cameron

A river without Salmon

Clothes without a body

Good without a naughty.

Article posted April 10, 2012 at 02:06 AM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted April 17, 2012 at 10:18 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

I wish

That I was a Hat .

For people to show me off.

To be an Team logo.

To be cool colors.

And to be a flat bill.

Article posted April 17, 2012 at 10:18 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted May 15, 2012 at 12:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 41

Sneakily passed the lasers into the bank

BOOM

EeeeE must escape up the building on the roof

Thud, Batman looks

Click, click

Swish, swish, swish

The batarang hit the revolvers from the criminals



The light shone at the tied burglars

Disappearing, Batman peers down from roofs of Gotham

Article posted May 15, 2012 at 12:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 41



Article posted March 31, 2012 at 07:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 61

It has:

golf ball eyes

basketball head

football feet

bench bar legs

soccer ball thighs

swimming arms

horse shoe smile

mini football eyebrows

hockey puck fingers

lacrosse ball toes

yoga ball belly

hockey stick body

bike belly nose

runner shoes ears

Frisbee hair

Article posted March 31, 2012 at 07:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 61



Article posted April 23, 2012 at 01:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51

I wish

I was in England

Just one step closer

To Menwith Hill

Where I could see my friends



I wish

I was in Ripley

Right on the door step of Mill Garden

Just footsteps away from the bakery and home

Where I would walk down the trail without a care



I wish

I was in Knaresborough

Right next to the Nippy Chippy

I would get my food and go

Back to Ripley with my dad and dog

Article posted April 23, 2012 at 01:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted April 7, 2012 at 05:39 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50

We are like trees

We must bear fruit of Christ

And resist the hatchet of sin

It will temp us in the ways

But you must spread the root

And become rooted in holy ground

You must not fall a stray

And become the home of termites

You must stay strong in the rock

And not falter in the ways

Of the lord

Article posted April 7, 2012 at 05:39 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted April 24, 2012 at 05:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49

Red is the feeling after you laugh so much your face is hot

Red is the taste of a new package of Twizzlers

Red is the smell of fresh cut of roses

Red is the feeling of a warm hug

Red sounds like the microwave beeping

Red feels like after you have been embarrassed

Red looks like beautiful Christmas decorations

Red taste like a newly picked apple

Red looks like a sweater grandma knitted

Red is the sound of a fire truck alarm

Red smells like a camp fire in the woods

Red is the taste of a box of chocolates from Valentine’s Day

Red is the smell of sweet perfume

Red sounds like cracking knuckles

Red is the feeling of the warm sun shining down on you

Red looks like the eraser of the tip of your pencil

Red is the color of after you fell and scrapped your knee

Red is the taste of warm crème soup

Article posted April 24, 2012 at 05:16 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted March 18, 2012 at 06:05 PM GMT • comment • Reads 48

In the green and black box.



The round disc placed.



On the big black screen above.



The man fights the evil.



With the guns ablazing.



To kill the zombie lurking.



To be the most powerful fighter.

Article posted March 18, 2012 at 06:05 PM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 12:24 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47

Purple



Purple is the mountain majesty

Purple is the lavender smell

Purple is the taste of grape juice

Purple is the color of royalty

Purple is the color of the flowers in the summer

Purple is a butterfly's wing

Purple is the color of enchantment

Purple is the color violet

Purple is the wall in my room

Purple is the color of a bruise

Purple is the color of awareness

Purple is my favorite color

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 12:24 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted May 7, 2012 at 02:41 AM GMT • comment • Reads 51

 



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Silence


 


Silence is the feeling of great achievement


in


quieting everyone down to the state of a short roar.


 


Silence is soothing


_


and needed.


 


_


Silence never gets on


_


your nerves because there’s nothing that disturbs.

Article posted May 7, 2012 at 02:41 AM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:28 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

White is…

Nothing.

It is not even a color.

White is…

The color of clouds.

But they are just air and water.

White is…

The color of this paper.

But no one cares about the paper.

Just the words.

White is…

The color of the door

Which is just there to keep you from something better.

So white is…

The color that means absolutely nothing and is not even a real color.

Alec 2/26/12

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:28 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 09:17 PM GMT • comment • Reads 49

Snow

white, sparkling

something to play with when your board

cold, friendly

snow

Article posted March 19, 2012 at 09:17 PM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted April 2, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45

I wrote about a tea monster for my monster poem for the poetry collection. I LOVE TEA!!! hahaha I am actually drinking ice tea right now! hahaha



“The Tea Monster”



The tea monster has woken up,

And is now following you,

With its slimy, green tea legs,

That’s made out of green tea and slime,

It walks with you everywhere.

It loves to drink tea,

Including sweet tea, lemon tea, green tea,

Bubble tea, chai tea, black tea,

Iced tea, oolong tea, and even herbal tea!!

But beware,

He had once lived with a witch,

And he knows how to make a potion,

That will indeed make you a tea monster too!

Then you have to roam around,

Looking for different teas so that you stay alive,

And obsessing over tea, and only tea!

So stay away from the tea monsters because,

THEY ARE DANGEROUS!!!





Article posted April 2, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 01:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47

Orange is the rising summer sun,

Orange is a blooming flower.

Orange is the feeling of simply knowing

That you have all the power.



Orange is a sweet and tangy scent,

Orange is a brand new song.

Orange is the thought that guides us all

And tells us right from wrong.



Orange is the courage that a lion has,

Orange is a bright, happy spirit.

Orange is the light of a brand new day.

You have no reason to fear it.



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 01:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted April 9, 2012 at 12:49 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47

So my favorite food is a burger, so I dedicated this poem to my taste buds.

I WISH

I wish I was a delicious burger

Full of lettuce, tomato, and pickles

Topped off with crispy angus bacon

Dripping with wonderful juices.

Article posted April 9, 2012 at 12:49 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted April 5, 2012 at 09:58 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54

I wish

I was a star

up high in the sky

shining so bright

but still so far

but all eyes

are on me

I wish

I was a cloud

pure and clean

fluffy and moist

and with many feelings

I wish

I was a bird

able to fly

and sore and live...

so freely

I wish

I was thunder

loud and fearless

yet still feared

and mighty in the sky

I wish

I was a star

all eyes on me

Article posted April 5, 2012 at 09:58 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54



Article posted May 11, 2012 at 02:47 AM GMT • comment • Reads 43

Horses

Down in the pasture

Near the barn

Past the large forest

Below the saddle

above their trotting feet

in the large arena

among the dirt, roll, roll, and roll again

up again, GALLOP!!

Among horses

with sweet souls

around friends

along the grassy hills

at the horse barn.

Article posted May 11, 2012 at 02:47 AM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 23, 2012 at 02:51 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 49

Apple Pie



The best tasting pie ever

Warm

Freshly baked out of the oven, yum



Chunky

Sweet

Delicious



Cinnimon and sugar



A scoop of ice cream

A good warm and cool sensation

Article posted March 23, 2012 at 02:51 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 49



Article posted March 22, 2012 at 01:15 AM GMT • comment • Reads 58

One of my best poems I think was Forever young

“Forever Young”

I am an old tree

That only few have seen

That only some have talked to

I am a teddy bear

In need of a hug

In need of a warm shoulder

I am a soldier

A fighter

A winner

I am an old painting

Many have bought

Few who actually take the time to see what it’s worth

I am an old friend

Not forgotten

I am a free soul.

Article posted March 22, 2012 at 01:15 AM GMT • comment • Reads 58



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 02:08 AM GMT • comment • Reads 80

 



Blame game



 



You know it didn’t happen that way



But you still want to play.



The Blame Game is easy.



But to you, it might sound cheesy.



Just do something wrong.



And point the blame to someone else, you’ll feel real strong.



Hit the x on someone else



Maybe Libby, or maybe Chelse.



You know it didn’t happen that way,



But keep playing, it’s ok.



But let me be the one to say.



There will be a day when you pay.



Not every game ends well.



And not every game is swell.



There is a price



When you live with mice.



It just can’t go any other way.



Fast approaches does that day.



You know things didn’t end like that.



But they are the mice, and you are the cat.



Just make a mess.



And don’t confess.



This game is simply the best.



Before you choose to play,



Are you ready for the price you’ll pay?



For things still can turn around.



And one day you will be found.



 



By Kacie



Grade 7



 



well, we all know how the blame game works, right? never do it. it turns back on you like a wild dog. at first it's all sweet and then it gets all mean and bites you. perfect game isn't it?

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 02:08 AM GMT • comment • Reads 80



Article posted March 26, 2012 at 06:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43

Black

Black

Black is the feeling of being scared

Night is as black is the soul after a crime

Black is the sound of a terrified scream

Fire burning is the smell of black

Black is the taste of lickerish in your mouth

Black is the smell of a creepy house

Black is the feeling of looking at a dead flower

After a huge explosion is the color of black

Black is the feeling of smoke in your eyes

Black is the look of nature burning

Black is the color of a horrible accident

And black is the color of terror and fear

Article posted March 26, 2012 at 06:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted May 11, 2012 at 04:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 48

I ‘m excited

Not angry

Not overly excited

Not the most excited since the first time when I found out we were going to Disney World

Excited that my birthday is coming up

Excited that I will be in 8th grade soon

Excited that my family gets season passes to Elitches

Article posted May 11, 2012 at 04:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 09:19 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50

Warm soft fluffy

Squirming barking panting

There are my soft yellow black and chocolate puppies

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 09:19 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted April 2, 2012 at 10:40 PM GMT • comment • Reads 40

RIPLEY

Ripley,

Black, furry,

Barking, licking, cuddling,

Loving and being loved back,

Ripley 



HORSE

Beneath the blue sky,

Behind the shed,

Around the field,

Inside the stall,

Up in the hayloft,

With the barn cats,

Among the herd,

Near his companions,

At the big red barn,

Within the dry shelter,

Past the little pond,

Between the many apple trees,

By the cool, trickling brook,

In the flowery meadow,

Under the shady trees.



THE TERRIFYING MONSTER OF ALL THINGS EDIBLE

The Terrifying Monster of All Things Edible has…

Large, beady Skittles for eyes,

A giant, toothy grin of candy-corn,

Spaghetti noodle hair,

And a huge meatball nose,

Long spindly licorice fingers,

And a maraschino cherry on each finger tip,

Its feet are floppy pieces of pizza,

Its head is a large watermelon,

While it’s torso is twisted cotton candy,

Its limbs are rolled up tortillas,

And when it drools, outcomes melted cheddar cheese,

Its ears are made of broccoli stalks,

The horns on its head are yellow bananas.

CAUTION:

MAY GIVE EXTREME BELLY ACHES!!!

Article posted April 2, 2012 at 10:40 PM GMT • comment • Reads 40



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:53 PM GMT • comment • Reads 56

Here are 2  poems I wrote for my poetry packet.



 



In the Middle


I’m neutral


Not happy


Not sad


Not as emotionless as a stone


Just in the middle


Nothing to be glad about


Nothing to be sad about


Just neutral


 


Limitless Infuriation


I’m enraged


Not angry


Not displeased


Not like I’m ever going to forget


I’ve become so provoked


I’ve become so irritated


That there are no bounds to my irate infuriation


 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:53 PM GMT • comment • Reads 56



Article posted April 8, 2012 at 01:11 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47

In the bamboo filled forest

against the trees on the damp soil

below the big leaves

around the corner near the berry bushes

around all the happy animals

in the cold pond

below the tall trees

with bamboo in its mouth

along the graveled path

in the great big China

without making a sound

with all the other pandas.

Article posted April 8, 2012 at 01:11 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 11:10 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46

One morning my mom and I were reading the Denver Post and so we read the topic for the next week's haiku and I later won the following week and this is my poem.



Denver Post haiku

Mom forces me to listen

Tuesday's agony

by Evan

age 10

[LINK]

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 11:10 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46



Article posted April 3, 2012 at 02:39 AM GMT • comment • Reads 43

Here is a poem from enrichment called "Useless Things"



Pop without corn

A unicorn without a horn

Airplanes without air

Dragons without a lair



A clock without time

Drama without a mime

A mountain without a top

A mess without a mop



A jockey without a horse

An obstacle without a course

A building without walls

Life without malls!

Article posted April 3, 2012 at 02:39 AM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43

On Saturday mornings


It's easy waking up


The fresh morning air


Calls out to you


The sun illuminates the house


 


You sit in the warm, radiant sunlight


As the yummilicious smell of bacon greets your nose


Dad finishes making breakfast


And a stack of syrup-covered pancakes


Is placed in front of you


 


Relaxing, laid-back Saturdays follow 


your beautiful Saturday morning 


Eating some more delicious bacon


Listening to sweet piano music


That fills your ears with lovely sound


 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted April 4, 2012 at 10:04 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45

The sport monster has:

A basketball for a head

Golf clubs for limbs

Footballs for hands

Golf tees for fingers

Shoulder pads for a chest

And a tackle pad for a stomach

Baseball gloves for feet

And for toes more golf tees.

As you can see this monster is super sporty.

Article posted April 4, 2012 at 10:04 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted May 6, 2012 at 06:40 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46

Red.

Red is the feeling of spice,

Red is the taste of fire.

Red is the color for people not nice,

Red is your face with a flat tire.

Red is your hearts in video games,

Red is the color of demons eyes.

Red is the color you see with pain,

Red are the spots on some ties.

Red is the color of my favorite shirt,

Red is the feeling of a rose peddle.

Red is the color of flowers on dirt,

Red are your cheeks with a golden meddle.

Red.

Article posted May 6, 2012 at 06:40 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46



Article posted March 27, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45

 



I wish


          I was someone or something could EVER be


          Only I could be


          Something so unique, something so special


          Maybe only I could see


          Maybe I am already that special


          One of a kind, just me

Article posted March 27, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:50 AM GMT • comment • Reads 45

My Bedroom!



Quiet and peaceful. It is very wonderful.

Colorful.

It has the colors light blue, green, and white.



So cute,

Like for a middle schooler, but note babyish.

Somewhat big,



Bigger than my sister's room, but nice and cozy.

My friends love it.

..........

And so do I=http://











Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:50 AM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 03:18 AM GMT • comment • Reads 71

Purple.

Purple is the main color of the Minnesota Vikings.

Purple is the smell of a lilac bush.

Purple is one of the colors in a Columbine Flower.

Purple is the sound of a thunderstorm.

Purple is the feeling of a light breeze.

Purple is the taste of chips and dip.

Purple is the sound of a violin.

Purple is the color of Pikes Peak.

Purple is the feeling of melting snow.

Purple is the smell of curtains.

Purple is the taste of cranberry sauce.

Purple is the color of blinds on a window.

Purple is the sound of people walking on wet grass.

Purple is the feeling of warm water.

Purple is the taste of a pear.

Purple is the sound of bugs at night.

And purple is a color that’s smooth and smells fresh.



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 03:18 AM GMT • comment • Reads 71



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 03:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44

Bugs

Small, creepy

Running, jumping, biting

Sucking your blood

Bugs

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 03:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted March 23, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 55

Dreams seem like they take a lot of time

They are only seconds and minutes

When you wake up from dreams you are happy

When I wake up sometimes I cry

I cry because of good dreams, I know they won't happen and it sends me to tears

You can dream about a party with sparkles and glitter

You can be a huge destructive monster truck

I think you can be anthing because after all they are yours

When you wake up though, that's when you can make your dreams happen

Article posted March 23, 2012 at 10:42 PM GMT • comment • Reads 55



Article posted March 24, 2012 at 09:53 PM GMT • comment • Reads 53

Red is the feeling of warmth in your cheeks when you get embarassed

It is the knowing of something wonderful that makes you want to smile and jump

Red is the taste of the best steak you have ever had

It is when your friends know how you are feeling and they know what to do

Red is the sound of people being together and having fun

It is the feeling of your favorite shirt or shoes

Red is the color of that super cute new bikini you got from Volcom

It is the sound of people partying and singing, maybe even dancing

Red is the appreciation for life and everything in it even when it's bad

It is the experience of maybe having a borken heart but moving on

Red is the single thing that makes you who you are and that makes you different from everyone around you

Article posted March 24, 2012 at 09:53 PM GMT • comment • Reads 53



Article posted April 3, 2012 at 01:11 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47

 



!You! 


 


Love cannot be healed.


That is why I keep my lips sealed.


But without you


My heart will would split in two.


You will never want me


So maybe this just isn’t meant to be.


 


I believe in forecast for the weather,


But not when we are together.


But when you leave me…


…you will see


I love you


And you should love me too.


 


My whole world spins,


Maybe all im doing is making more sins.


I will never change the way I feel


Even after a meal.


One plus one is two…


…and all I can think about is you!

Article posted April 3, 2012 at 01:11 AM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:01 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54

A Monster of a Car



With a plastic body



And only three wheels



It has one wheel in the front



 And two in the back



It is a menace



 



It perpetually flips



Yet still quite popular



It can be put right side up



With the slightest of ease



By kind people around



 



It barely hits eighty



But wheelies daily



It costs more than a Mini



It can be stopped without mobbin’



It’s the Reliant Robin

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:01 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54



Article posted May 2, 2012 at 03:09 AM GMT • comment • Reads 42

I am from bandages, from Band-Aids and love. I am from the family romm fire place (warm and cozy) I am from the raspberry bush, the red and luscious plant. I am from the Candy Bar Game and singing around the campire.



I am from the teasing and kindness, from "time for dinner" and "clean-up time" I am from that sweet sweet place with its tall steeple and green grass. The place with nice people and inspirational lessons,one of the places that holds my memories.



I am from Colorado Springs, juice and Ricolas. From the stapled toungs and sliced leg. I am from those scrapbooks that hold those I love most, and the moments beyond them that took my breath away.

Article posted May 2, 2012 at 03:09 AM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted April 4, 2012 at 10:48 PM GMT • comment • Reads 60

Fun



People Running



People Laughing



People Hugging



Joy



People Caring



People Celebrating



People Cheering



Life



People Living



People Breating



People Dying



Fun

Article posted April 4, 2012 at 10:48 PM GMT • comment • Reads 60



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:32 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42

Cocker Spaniel



My silky cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable cocker spaniel



My silky, addorable, pleasant cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable, pleasant, tiny cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable, pleasant, tiny, sweet cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable, pleasant, tiny, sweet, cuddly cocker spaniel



My cocker spaniel



 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:32 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 01:21 AM GMT • comment • Reads 57



I wish...





I wish I was a prima ballerina



Whirling in my pointe shoes across the stage



My fluffy pink tutu swishing around my legs



The roaring applause of my audience cheering me on



Rounding off my performance with a beautiful curtsy



 



I wish...





I wish I was a horse-whisperer



Able to connect with horses



To understand what they’re saying



To hear an animal like never before



And to understand how they truly feel



 



My Pointe Shoes





Soft, light to dance on



Pink, comfy



Like cotton candy



 



Satin ribbons



Sturdy to stand on



Support me while I dance



 



Beautiful figure



Hug warmth



To my feet



Snug, but not too tight



 







Falling Asleep





I'm tired



 Not wide-awake 



Not slumping onto the ground tired



  Not like I’m falling asleep sitting



Tired because I'm sick



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 01:21 AM GMT • comment • Reads 57



Article posted March 29, 2012 at 05:56 PM GMT • comment • Reads 60

Pink is the feeling in your stomach after drinking a nice cup of cold pink lemonade

Soft, sweet, and caring is the color pink

Pink is the tulip that blossoms at day

The smell of cookies and muffins is the color pink

Pink is the sun setting just before night

Pink is the feel after helping someone

Roasting marshmallows in summer smells like pink

Pink is the name of a famous store

Pink is the touch of puppy’s fur

Pink looks like love and sweetness

Pink feels exciting, bubbly, and happy

Pink is the best color in the world



Article posted March 29, 2012 at 05:56 PM GMT • comment • Reads 60



Article posted April 15, 2012 at 08:37 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

The Freezer is a very cold monster.

It has ice cube eyes.

Icicle choppers, arms, and fingers.

A snow body, head, and legs.

This monster can freeze anything.

Fire does not affect it.

Only steaming water is its weakness.

The water melts it.

It was first spotted in Greenland.

It has multiplied and is spreading around the world.

No one is safe.

Run if it is seen.

The Freezer will freeze everything and everyone.

It is very slow.

The Freezer is the coolest monster ever!!

Article posted April 15, 2012 at 08:37 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted April 3, 2012 at 07:53 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43

I wish....



I was an airplane flying

to where I want to go for

free and flying people to

their destination safely,

people stare with jaws

open and see how mighty

I am.

Article posted April 3, 2012 at 07:53 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 12:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 42

I Wish Poem:

I wish I was a butterfly

Out in the meadow floating free

Passing by with no one to see me

I wish I was a snowflake

So unique and floating free

Out in the world

Where there is no one like me

Mood poem:

I'm funny,

Not comedian funny

But funny enough

and when I try to be funny

I get sad

Sad because when I try to be funny

It turns out Im not finny at all



Those are just two of 8 of my amazing poems! Enjoy!

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 12:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:32 PM GMT • comment • Reads 67

What happened to us

We were the best of friends

When we hit this brick wall

I don't know why

Or what I did

But I must have done something

To push you away

What happened to us

Why can't we talk again

What happened to us

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:32 PM GMT • comment • Reads 67



Article posted May 11, 2012 at 08:00 PM GMT • comment • Reads 125

 



I wish


That I was a diamond  


So a man can give it to his wife


To represent a couples love


For a poor man to become rich


And to be a woman’s best friend

Article posted May 11, 2012 at 08:00 PM GMT • comment • Reads 125



Article posted February 25, 2012 at 05:37 AM GMT • comment • Reads 41

Blue is the sky



Blue is the ocean



Blue is a pepsi can laying in the waterd grass



Blue is pretty bird flying away



Blue is a color



Blue is a trend

Article posted February 25, 2012 at 05:37 AM GMT • comment • Reads 41



Article posted April 6, 2012 at 01:09 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40

I am a star in the sky

I am a jumping bean

I am a one of a kind thing

I am the ocean so filled with life

Iam a four leaf clover so very rare

I am me

Article posted April 6, 2012 at 01:09 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40



Article posted April 30, 2012 at 04:43 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48

Three dogs are running.

They are going to swim later.

They are done and wet.



They wake the next day.

So they can run a mile away.

They leave the park now.

Article posted April 30, 2012 at 04:43 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted April 13, 2012 at 02:15 AM GMT • comment • Reads 42

Yellow is the felling on your skin after you went sun tanning.

Yellow smells like a fresh banana that you just peeled.

Yellow is the color of a square piece of butter you just pulled out of the fridge.

Yellow is the sound a bee buzzing around.

Yellow looks like the midday sun.

Yellow is the taste of a cheese pizza just coming out of the oven.

Yellow is the smell of a tuilp that you just planted yesterday.

Yellow is the look of fresh peeled and cut potato.

Yellow is the sound of a football bouncing off the field goal post.

Yellow is the look of fresh streched dough.

Yellow is the color of the new shoes you bought.

Yellow is the feeling you get when the morning sun is warming you up.

Article posted April 13, 2012 at 02:15 AM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:13 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51

I put one Five-Liner, and two I Wish... poems. Hope you like them.



Ovechkin


Professional, Russian


                                   Captains, centers, motivates         (hockey player)      


Plays for the Capitals


Ovechkin


 



I wish,


I could change accents at a whim,


Have a Jamaican accent one day,


Irish the next,


Be British at formal gatherings,


And Australian at informal gatherings,


No one could tell where I was from.


 


I wish,


I could play professional hockey,


Be paid to do what I love,


Get to know I’m one of the best,


Live for hockey.

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:13 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 10:04 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46

One of my poems that I love a lot is “ Useless Things”

Useless things

A car with no wheels,

a dinner with no meals.

A sun with no heat,

a cow with no meat.



A crayon with no wax,

a tree with no sap.

A map with no key,

T-ball with no tee.



People with no hearts,

Einstein with no smarts.

A world with no color,

hovercraft with no hover.



How did you like it?

Article posted March 19, 2012 at 10:04 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46



Article posted April 17, 2012 at 09:45 PM GMT • comment • Reads 65

if you believe you can do it

go take the win

if you think you can win

go work for it hard

if you work for it hard

you just need to believe

and when you believe

you are half way there

Article posted April 17, 2012 at 09:45 PM GMT • comment • Reads 65



Article posted May 15, 2012 at 01:26 PM GMT • comment • Reads 112

Color Poem:


Green


Green is the color of summer grass


Green is the scaly iguana climbing up the tree


Your face is green when you are sick


The palm fronds are green in the Sahara desert


The yucca fibers are green on the vast open pains


Our planners are a glossy green


Green is the unripe apple hanging on a branch


The red-eyed tree frog’s slimy skin is green


Green is the thick rainforest and all of its life


The flowing Nile River is green


Green is the color of life






Wild Animal Monster Poem:



He has pythons for hair


His eyes are poison dart frogs


For toes, little mice


Gibbons for legs


Zebras for hips


Pheasants make eye-brows


A tongue is a beaver


His shirt, a family of leopards


Two burros for a back-side


His lips are salamanders


When he thumps by, he lets out a roar


He is the animal king


And the animal kingdom


He is a loud, leaping, swinging, and romping


Wild animal






Playing With Words:



Surprise!


An elf happened to have a grudge


He hated a pony named Fudge


It was soon Fudge’s Birthday


And elf wanted his say


He found a surprise


That Fudge would despise


Elf bought a cup-cake


And also a rake


For he knew that the mess


Would be a distress


Little Fudge had no idea


That with his birthday so near


Would come pain and fear


The day soon came for the surprise


Little did Fudge know that elf had planned his demise


He opened the present


That he would immediately resent


Though the pony was too late


For he is now in an unfortunate state


And all because of the cup-cake


BOOM!



Wish Poem



I wish I was a falcon


Soaring in the sky


Shooting through clouds


 

Article posted May 15, 2012 at 01:26 PM GMT • comment • Reads 112



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:00 AM GMT • comment • Reads 50

I wish



    I was a lion



    King of the jungle



    With my loud roar



    No one would dare



    Push me around



 



I wish



    I was a fish



    Carefree swimming in the water



    With little fins



    That push me forward



    Through the ocean



 



I wish



    I was an eagle



    Soaring through the air



    Going from sea to sea



    High in the air



    With no one to stop me



 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:00 AM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted March 23, 2012 at 02:23 AM GMT • comment • Reads 38

I am a picture book

Remembering every scene like a picture

I am a tree

Losing friends and gaining them back

I am a rabbit

Fast and quick

I am an ocean’s wave

Going away and coming back

I am a piece of paper

Being thrown away and then needed again

I am an onion

Having layers of curiosity that never stop

I am a cup of coffee

I may be strong and nasty or I could be sweet

I am a textbook

Knowing some things but not everything

I am myself

Always trying my hardest

Article posted March 23, 2012 at 02:23 AM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted March 29, 2012 at 06:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 68

WISHES

I wish

I could do anything

Snapping and a pancake would appear

Clapping and poverty would disappear

Tapping and fuel crisis would end

And saying what knew was impossible

And make it possible



I wish

I was rich

Making enormous donations

Owning great cars

Owning huge companies

That will innovate

The path to the future



I wish

I was a cloud

With the wind blowing me wherever

Moving me whenever

Becoming whatever

Just up there forever

Article posted March 29, 2012 at 06:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 68



Article posted May 1, 2012 at 01:11 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49

Playing with words:

Neptune says hi

Up in the sky

From down below

Her pink dress flows

Wishing she was there

Instead of here

Wanting to be free

Like a bird

Flying over Neptune

Her pink dress flows

She will say hi

Up in the sky.

Article posted May 1, 2012 at 01:11 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted April 1, 2012 at 01:51 PM GMT • comment • Reads 41

The mood was bitter,



As another hitter,



Blew the quabble through the hoop.



 



Slytherin was winning, fifteen-to-nothing,



And their fans rejoicing, and cheering,



They thought that they had won.



 



But they had forgotten,



The new little freshman,



Who was playing the role of the seeker.



 



He stood on his broom,



And reached through the gloom,



When he lost his balance, and fell.



 



But with the snitch is his mouth,



He coughed it right out,



To a cheering Gryffendor crowd.



 



Hip hip hooray! Harry Potter has saved the day!



 

Article posted April 1, 2012 at 01:51 PM GMT • comment • Reads 41



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 10:08 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44

Eat, sleep, and play every single day.

Never

Ever get a break, or a short day off.



Always the same,

Practice like you play, they

Say.



Don’t think of stopping, just do it.

Love

The game, whatever is

The cost.

Article posted March 19, 2012 at 10:08 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted April 6, 2012 at 03:27 PM GMT • comment • Reads 37

Pink is a feeling in your heart when the boy you like gives you a kiss on your check

Pink is the anxiety when you are wondering what is in your birthday bag

Pink is how you feel when someone says you look pretty

Pink sounds like happiness and love in the air

Pink tastes like freshly made cotton candy melting in your mouth

Pink sounds like friendship

Pink tastes like nice sweet chewy bubble gum

Pink makes who I am

Pink is the sounds of laughs

Pink is the color of a rose

Pink smells like a freshly grown rose

Pink makes me feel bubbly

Pink is the bright color of my room

Pink is the tastes of birthday cake ice cream

Pink is happy and when you have a good day

Pink is the wonderful life I like

Article posted April 6, 2012 at 03:27 PM GMT • comment • Reads 37



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:57 PM GMT • comment • Reads 87

This poem was my playing with language poem. The words that I choose out of the hat were unicorn, nail polish, and pitchfork. Just to let you know, this poem might seem a bit violent. I hope you enjoy it any ways.



Once upon a day,

A pretty little unicorn

Was bouncing by the bay

His horn was the color of grass

Like my favorite shade of nail polish

He seemed very mad

And for that he shall be demolished!

Right this very second

I took my pitchfork

Out of my bag

And made a wonderful meal of pork

Mad little unicorn.



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:57 PM GMT • comment • Reads 87



Article posted April 3, 2012 at 03:19 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49

I am blue pants,

Messy and normal.

I am the box in the corner,

The one that fads into the back ground.

I am that lamp next to the couch,

Always doing the same thing.

I am the that dog,

Always around.

I am a camping machine,

Who never wants to, but always does.

I am a misplaced rug,

I don’t go in most rooms, but I do some.

I am the door that won’t swing open easily,

You just need to show me you can do it to me before.

I am the ocean,

Just going with the flow.

I am just a crazy person,

Always changing my opinion on things.

I only know one thing for sure, I am me.

Article posted April 3, 2012 at 03:19 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted April 6, 2012 at 02:05 AM GMT • comment • Reads 50

Five liners



Brandon



cool funny



happy athletic awesome



short jolly



hansen

Article posted April 6, 2012 at 02:05 AM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 01:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 61

Cherry eyes

Celery thighs

Strawberry nose

Cabbage froes



Carrot fingers

Creepily lingers

Kale juice brain

Tastes very plain



Banana ears

Everyone fears

Asparagus seams

Everyone screams



Like an attacking animal

And an afraid call

Run away

No one wants to stay



It is everywhere

He really is a scare

All around

Coming up from the ground



Don’t abandon your organic stuff,

It will come back and haunt you enough.

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 01:25 AM GMT • comment • Reads 61



Article posted March 23, 2012 at 11:38 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45

Blue is like that of the sky

Blue is unknown and very unique

Blue reminds some of peace

Through its calmness people can

Find not only themselves but

Poems and songs that can

Make a difference in life

Blue is like that of the sea

Many shades and many meanings

Blue is a color to be used with

Passion, blue is as wild as the

Waves that make the oceans

Roar, be careful of the color

Blue for no one knows what

May lie in store.

Article posted March 23, 2012 at 11:38 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted April 9, 2012 at 01:40 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48

One day a rainbow had babies


Those babies grew up to be ladies



Those ladies had babies and



Those babies grew up to be illegal animal sellers



A dog ran away and was found by a bank teller



The dog went to the ocean and drowned



But a mermaid gave him a magical potion



Then he was a mermaid dog



The mermaid dog ran into a fog



Then he ate a rainbow



And had baby tebows



Then they died

Article posted April 9, 2012 at 01:40 AM GMT • comment • Reads 48



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 04:49 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42

I am going to do a happy poem. My poem is called;

"Happy Forever"

I like to be happy

being happy is the best thing you can do

being happy lets others be happy

to be happy you can't dwell on the bad

things that has happend

I know i'ts hard but

to truly be happy you need to let go of the past

and move forward with your life

you will never get anything done if you let the

past influence you forever

so be happy and smile even at the people

you don't like very much

who knows you could be best friends

with them someday.

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 04:49 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:50 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

Here's a poem that I wrote I hope you like it:



Invent a Word: The Irish Man

I got a new balloon yesterday

I still have it

My pinkscrumptious balloon

My favorite color

I got it from the balloon man

His brownlicious beard made me laugh

He looked like an Irish man

He may have been

He wore a greenomania shirt and overall

His tiny little feet fit into his smallific little shoes

He danced while he assembled my balloon

Then, just to be funny, he drank some helium from a balloon

He spoke in a cutified voice and I laughed

Then, it was time for me to go

So I left, waving to the old man

Along with my pinkscrumptious balloon.



So, how was it? Please give me feed back!

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:50 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:27 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 47

The Pegasus sat on an orange log



The orange log was not happy



It was not happy because it was being sat on



Eventually the Pegasus got off the orange  log



The Pegasus was happy



And the orange log was happy



Then the Pegasus sat on a brown log



And the orange log was not happy



The orange log was very jealous



The Pegasus went over to the orange log



He said “why aren’t you happy orange log”



The log said “because you went over to him”



The Pegasus said “im sorry lets be friends orange log



 Ok the Pegasus put the orange log on its back and ran off



 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:27 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 47



Article posted April 4, 2012 at 11:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44

I try my hardest to be friends






 



But you stay away






 



I feel that you will never forgive me






 



But that you will be stubborn everyday






 



I know that what I said was wrong






 



But I take it back






 



If you never forgive me






 



I will accept that for that

Article posted April 4, 2012 at 11:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 09:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54

The Unicorn Who Loved Pizza

Upon a tiny hill

A unicorn lay still

She was pink and white

And loved to sleep at night




One day she smelled

Pizza in the air

She pranced about the valley

Seeking food for her belly




Finally she found the shop

And drank a lot of pop

She ate all day

Till she had to pay




She had her fill

But couldn’t pay the bill

The unicorn was sad

And also very mad




She went through tissues all day

Till she found a new pizza shop by the bay

Article posted March 19, 2012 at 09:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 54



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:06 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44

I use to be a Comedian

Felled with jokes and laughter

Getting gigs from every one

Getting ready to puform

Getting ready to walk on stage

But now I am a person without a prepuce

Now my jokes are just memories

None remembers me

Waiting to perform

Waiting to walk on stage



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:06 AM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted March 25, 2012 at 05:53 AM GMT • comment • Reads 34

Strawberry,



            Strawberry





Strawberry, strawberry



Red and neat



Full of flavor



Wonderful to eat



Tons of juice,



In a batch



Strawberry, strawberry



We are a match!



Strawberry, strawberry



Green and red



Not tart at all



But sweet instead



Organic and fresh,



Made on a vine



Strawberry, strawberry



Is just that fine!



Strawberry, strawberry



Savors your quench



When drippy and wet



With lots of drench



From the berry



To the stem



Strawberry, strawberry



Gotta love them!

Article posted March 25, 2012 at 05:53 AM GMT • comment • Reads 34



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:02 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49

Poem #1



 



Binofutistic



 



 



 



Binofutistic is my brother.



Binofutistic is no other.



Binofutistic is strong and tall



not weak and small.



He likes to airsoft,



but his bed soft,



but not when he coughs



Binofutistic doesn't say



that he wants to play



When it is time,



he eats a lime



that's sour



then we go hug our



mom and dad



then Binofutistic tells dad



that he had



a sour lime and then goes to sleep



dreaming about a frog learning how to leap



when it is chilly



and he thinks it is silly



He will always be my Binofutistic.



 



Poem #2



 



What I Was and What I am



 



 








 





I used to be a toddler





 





full of energy and happiness





 





with smelly diaper





 





playing with my brother and toys





 





eating and sleeping most of the time





But now I am a grown up boy



 





soon to be a teen





 





that loves Star Wars and Legos





waiting for the day to get real friends.



 



Poem #3



 



Tan, My Favorite Color



 








 





Tan





 





It tastes like tortillas.





 





Tan feels like the coarse sand under your bare feet.





 





Tan sounds like a deer prancing happily around in the vast forest.





 





It looks like the Great pyramids of Giza.





 





It tastes like a fresh, sweet apple pie.





 





Tans feels like a bamboo flute.





 





Tan tastes like a warm latte from Starbucks.





 





It looks like Obi-Wan from Star Wars.





 





It smells like bread out of an oven.





 





Tan looks like chicken broth.





 





Also, it feels like the fur of Meowth, a Pokemon.





 





It sound like a sand storm howling in the gloomy night.





 





Tan sounds like the Mos Eisley Cantina band from Star Wars.





Tan

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 12:02 AM GMT • comment • Reads 49



Article posted March 26, 2012 at 11:57 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42

Me, Myself, and I



 



 



I am a bag of trail mix



            Including a medley of foods, cultures, and ideas



I am a traveler



            Abiding in others’ homes along my journey



I am a shark



            Waiting for my next meal



I am a book



            With only a few pages written



I am a lion



            Anticipating what may come next



I am a disciple



            Falling short at my masters feet



I am who I am



            And nothing can change that

Article posted March 26, 2012 at 11:57 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted March 25, 2012 at 09:46 PM GMT • comment • Reads 62

Blue is the color of the bright blue sky in the summer.

Dreaming of sheep jumping is the color blue.

Blue is the feeling you get when you see a baby smile.

Swinging in a park with the wind blowing though your hair is blue.

Smelling a new fresh planted red rose is the smell of blue.

Jumping on a trampoline with fresh snow on it is the fun of blue.

Blue is the taste of fresh made chocolate chip cookies with milk.

Winning the lottery is the feeling of blue.

A field of dandelions blowing in the wind is what blue looks like.

Sleeping in bed until 11:00a.m in the morning on the weekend is the feeling of blue.

Laughing with friends is the happiness of blue.

Fresh cooked brownies are the smell of blue.

Kids eating glue is the sight of blue.

Getting brand new clothes is the look of blue.

A garden of colorful roses is also the look of blue.

Fresh made steak on a grill is the taste of blue.

Having a vacation id the feeling of blue

Playing soccer is the happiness of blue.

Seeing a kid smile when he gets a new dog is the excitement of blue.

And blue is the happiness of life.

Article posted March 25, 2012 at 09:46 PM GMT • comment • Reads 62



Article posted April 22, 2012 at 09:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51

At Arizona State University

The Sun Devils bleed maroon and gold stripes



They always play hard with pride,

Dignity,

And perseverance.

The

Sun Devils dominate

In the exhausting desert

Never giving up, and always fighting.

Article posted April 22, 2012 at 09:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted March 28, 2012 at 10:59 PM GMT • comment • Reads 61

My Mild Mood



I am excited

Not anxious

Not spazing out in anxiety excited

Not like I am passing out with excitement

But I am mildly and contently excited

Excited about a movie I am going to go see

Excited that I am going over to a friends house

Excited that I can write about my excitement

Article posted March 28, 2012 at 10:59 PM GMT • comment • Reads 61



Article posted April 23, 2012 at 09:54 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52

SUN



Shiny,bright,and yellow



Replaces the moon



Shines in the sky



SUN

Article posted April 23, 2012 at 09:54 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:16 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 59



Raisin Bran Crunch





 





You’ve heard it


And it’s true


Breakfast is the most important


Meal of the day


A balanced breakfast


Not only kick-starts the


Metabolism


It sets us up to do our best


Researchers revealed that


People who skip breakfast


Don’t make up for the missed


Nutrients later in the day


Share your breakfast


And you share hope



 



 



 



Special thanks to Kellogg’s



Raisin Bran Crunch



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 09:16 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 59



Article posted April 7, 2012 at 12:01 AM GMT • comment • Reads 65

Are you tired of making lemonade?



Than get the Super Squeezer 3000!



It tastes just like a home-made!



You can put apples as well.



Isn't that swell?



For only $5 you can make it hands free!



But don't forget this is earth friendly!



And that my friend is Super Squeezer 3000!

Article posted April 7, 2012 at 12:01 AM GMT • comment • Reads 65



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