Poems+2015

=Poems 2015=

"Christmas Time"
By Devon Knowles

Red and green lights glow Sleds are falling quickly now, down the icy and fluffy snow Red noses are a vast sight Hot chocolate steaming in hand Breath visible in the cold winter air Families gather by the frosty Christmas Tree Evergreen smells are wafting through the air Wonderful smells are coming from the kitchen Everywhere you look you see the manger in which Jesus was born. A starry and cold night soon awaits The children are tucked into their beds similes cannot be wiped from their faces Orange and gold sparks flying in the fire gate keeping us all warm on this freezing night filled with anticipation All is quiet tonight and nothing will stir not even a mouse.

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“How Long has it Been?”
by: Megan Palmisano

How long has it been? A day, a week, a month, a year? I never remember this thing not sitting here. When I was little, it was so small. But now, I swear, it’s gown eight feet tall!

How long has it been? Since I let this thing out it’s cage. To scurry and plan it’s mischievous ways. I shouldn’t have let it out, And now, my body, has felt the doubt.

How long has it been? From time’s begin, to my end, Will that moment finally fix this mend? It wants me, I know it, But still, this friendship is relentless to it.

How long has it been? Since my tears last didn’t pour, And my bruises didn’t leave me sore. But it’s what it does, it knows a way about A way to gore me from the inside out.

How long will it be? Before this thing no longer needs to wait, And I finally make my fatal mistake. I must go now, it’s started the show A rope, my light, where I wash away my woe’s.

How long has it been? How long will it be? How long until I’m finally free? media type="file" key="How Long Has It Been By Megan Palmisano.m4a" width="300" height="50"

by Thalia Manansala The time will come when we must part But always remember you are close to my heart In spirit we become one As gleams of light glow from the shining sun
 * "The Time Will Come"**

The time will come when we will grow old So do not waste time living with a heart that is cold Witness the glory of a good heart pump Thump thump, thump thump

The time will come when life will be erased From a world that was disgraced By the lives it nourished for many years But not once will it shed tears

The time will come when the flowers return to the ground And bees and butterflies gather and surround The flower that once bloomed from adversity Lived a beautiful life in the garden of diversity media type="file" key="Thalia's Poem.m4a" width="300" height="50"

"Why?"
by Isaiah

Why was earth created? Why are some people hated? Why Do we need the answer? When we already have it. Why bother looking for something that is already found? Why is there space or time? When I’m trying to find a good rhyme.

Why did Mr. Skonecki assigned this to us? Did he get hit by bus? Why am I doing this? Maybe because its on my list. media type="file" key="Isaiah.m4a" width="300" height="50"

"Just Me"
by Anna Marie

I’m higher than I’v ever been before, Probably about the 50th floor My head is floating somewhere in the clouds, my thoughts of destruction are very loud.

I walk to the ledge to stare at the ground, I walk to the ledge to think out loud,

I remember many things hateful and mean, But I remember you always smiling at me,

I remember times of sadness, my depression turning into madness I remember loving you ,than remember that I still do I remind myself that I’ll always have you, and that you’ll always have me too.

I love you so, so for you I will stay To make it through another miserable day There’s only a few people that make me feel this way So since you’ve shown me love , I will not involve you in my never ending circle of pain

I want you to be happy, And so I take one last look at the ground, and walk away For in my heart you will always stay. media type="file" key="Anna Poem.MP3" width="240" height="20"

"I'm Insane"
by Celicio

It’s obviously, clear I’m insane Or, at least the men Waiting outside Know my ways

But it wasn’t my fault It’s anothers ordeal I was crucified by trickery

“He deserves to die” A sinful thing It was an obligation to do so

My mother is enraged Dear father would be shamed Either way she’ll be to blame

They don’t want this But they’ll soon face Arguing and screaming This was coming to them

The knocking is louder now Count my blessing to be saved But that doesn’t matter now

Because It’s obviously clear, I’m insane. media type="file" key="Celicio ImInsane.m4a" width="300" height="50"

"What We Do"
by Christopher H. Do we waste our lives away When all we do is play? Can we stare others in the eye, Or just be another passer bye? Can we live happily with the ones we love, Or will we have to push and shove?

Should we stop to only work Or can we live with a smirk? Will we live a life of independance, Or do we need constant attendance? Who will answer all these concerns, Or will they burden us like many burns?

We can change and break the way But will we be sent astray. I for one will come into the light, I will live and i can fight. So I can live and others will blend, I will live until the end.

"Lost In Fear"
by Lilyana S

There’s this girl falling under and over the world, And yet she’s laying on the floor curled. Shes starting to slip mumbling the words she once heard.

Each turn she takes rushes her mind into a state she can no longer take. Her unknown fear, now shouting in her ear, The memories that were once dear

Please don’t come near, I’m better off here Looping over and over till I can’t breathe I JUST WANT TO BE FREE FROM THIS INSANITY

There’s no water, but she’s drowning There’s nothing to fear, but she’s screaming from inside out. Help. Me.

All she ever wanted was to be happy. To be like the rest.

"The Web"
by Rory

The web is a book With many sites That draw you like a hook. It will take you to great heights And may teach you how to cook. Some users are mean Some are nice. You will find lots or memes? And maybe roll some dice. New things are made every day, And are different in the web. Now you say to your friends hey Try the web until you go to bed.

"Up in the Lights"
by Jeremiah G.

Nobody believes in me when I tell them I want to be a professional basketball player They all laugh My friends and teachers They mock me It gets to me Motivates me I gotta work hard Get a good education Practice To make it And they’ll see my name up in the lights media type="file" key="jeremiahs poem.m4a" width="300" height="50"

"The Haunting at Home"
by John G.

Have you ever heard the tale of The Haunting at Home? If you have then you will know how terrible The Haunting at Home was.

It all started one sunny afternoon when a child of thirteen, whose name was John, entered the house.

John came home to a quiet home. He was puzzled because his mom was usually there.

But today she wasn’t. All at once, he found a note on the kitchen table that read as this:

“Dear John, I am going out to the store today. I will hopefully be back around 4:00. Hope you had a good day at school. Love, Mom 2:15 P.M.

John set the paper down and decided on having a snack to subside his hunger.

As he sat down, he heard a muffled bang downstairs. He wondered to himself what that could be?

John continued to eat when he heard another muffled bang downstairs.

Mystified, he decided to go downstairs and check the noise out.

He put on his shoes and started going downstairs.

As he drew closer To the basement below The bangs got louder, and closer, too.

Getting slightly scared, he continued his descent to the basement.

He finally reached the basement to where he found yet another note, which read:

Beware the dangers that lurk nearby.

Horror flooded, through the John’s brain. He saw that there was more.

If you hear noises and think of coming downstairs, then you will pay the consequence.

John took the note with him and ran back upstairs shutting the door quickly behind him.

Around 3:59 P.M. John heard something, that began to slowly rise.

John heard footsteps, down in the basement. That grew louder every second that passed.

Then John heard a car coming in the driveway. That car was his mom’s.

Seconds passed like years before, finally, his mom came inside.

John came right to her to tell her the story that had haunted him for an hour.

Mom looked at him with a chill in her eyes and told him that she would take care of it.

Another thump could be heard from down in the basement. And Mom decided that it was time to act.

With a quiet tiptoe she went quietly downstairs.

John waited for something to happen. He waited and waited but nothing happened.

Finally, a noise could be heard and some footsteps sounded upon the basement stairs.

And John found that he was face-to-face with the person who did it.

The person who did it was a stranger.

Questions were asked and the stranger said that he was just looking around and didn’t want anyone to bother him.

Mom looked at him and told him that if he ever did that again she would call the police and chaos would rise.

The man acknowledged this and left a horrified John and a satisfied Mom.

This my dear friends is The Haunting at Home.

"Being Blind"
By Rosa S.

Sinister minds are shaping the world like a playdough voodoo doll,many seem to run a marathon of lies. Will it end? Around me I refuse to be what I have seen from being absorbed in, many names are called from the brothers of pain.

They hold you in a coffin meant for the living, and bury you alive in your mind. Dig out the grave. Dig out the grave.

Walk on the path of a sunrise ,you can make a new fate. Smile and laugh at regrets because they’re forgotten, too small to exist.

Unveil your souls eyes because you’ve been blind ,and mindlessly running on broken glass. Don’t let poisoned words be whispered by your enemies ,because their mouths are sown by themselves.

Scream because you have to be crazy not too, you'd be crazy to sit there and not lissen, listen to it echo out over the world , a world you refused to see a path through to a reality of dreams.

"Crush"
by Dylan

Why do you have to be so beautiful? I feel so nervous around you We are so youthful I’m not sure you have any clue

It’s funny watching you try to catch me I hope you feel the same You don’t understand what I see If our friendship ends, I’ll take the blame But you need to understand what we can be together media type="file" key="Dylan%27s Poem.m4a" width="300" height="50"

“Zero”
by: Johnathan Brozynski

Do we see anything? Do we? And if we do, Is it really there? Is it? Do we hear anything? Do we? And if we do, Is it really here? Do we taste anything? Do we? And if we do, Are all tastes the same? Do we even smell things? Do we? And if we do, Are the smells in the right places? Can we touch things? Can we? And if we do, Are we really touching things. That is up to you to decide. media type="file" key="Johnathan's Poem.m4a" width="300" height="50"

Nature
By: Riley Vermillion

The wind always blows The snow always snows The water will crash The rain will drizzle And the fire will sizzle And the storms will smash

The wolf will always howl The Lion will hunt the predators always on the prowl The innocent bird will sing his song and we will always long

For something more Another door Another answer to sow into a question we don’t even know

But one day there will be no more men The wolf will leave his den The innocent bird’s song will be sung The trees will wither and the life will scatter hither and it will leave you feeling numb

But there will still be things In some other place Another bird will sing Another wolf will lurk another sad man will return to murk

And it will go on We will still linger like pawns Throughout the years, months, weeks, hours and where everything has found it’s place maybe it’s time we found ours

"Summer"
by Rosemary

The sun is out The birds are chirping Bugs are crawling The kids are playing Parents are tanning Summer is fun media type="file" key="Summer By Rosemary Plakkal.m4a" width="300" height="50"

“Hummingbirds”
by Savannah

It’s peaceful at wake And the lake is calm. You hear fish here The frogs ribbit and The crickets chirp The beautiful hums Of the hummingbirds in the early mornings. The feel of waking up To the sunrise and Walking down to the Ever so gentle waters The flowers glares of Sun reflecting off the Water while the sun Continues to rise. media type="file" key="savannahs poems.m4a" width="300" height="50"

"My Stressful Ideas"
by Mark

Why is it so hard, the days that I get inspired, it all goes to waste, I forget, I can’t remember it. Inspiration isn’t hard but there’s no inspiration here, nothing but hatred in my mind and I can’t get something done. Create one, create another, create a dozen, I couldn’t give a care in the world anymore. Why and how can I dare create such a thing? I Laugh, I try, I have fun, I try, my own memories, I try! This invigorating fiery pain, try dangit try! An idea popped into my head, a very angry one, and so, the idea I had, was to finally create a poem. but the poem that I came up with, was this. media type="file" key="My Stressful Ideas Poem -Mark.m4a" width="300" height="50"

"GoodBye"
by Maria

I knew there was a time when this day would come, with tears in my eyes and still feeling glum.

Remembering all the memories and still asking why I now see it will be better but the worst is goodbye.

Going on trips outside of the state without fighting without hate

The last thing to do now is to say goodbye, until next time, said with a sigh.

"Love is Like a War"
by A.J.

Love is like a war We fight and make up Love can be hard Because we all have our hiccups We shall swallow our pride Using big glass cups Love is like a war Because we shoot each other with words Sometimes we say things we don’t mean Sometimes words can go right through us like a laser beam Love is like a war __People win and lose Love is like a war At the end we either make up or go our separate ways And go on our own path media type="file" key="Aj poem .m4a" width="300" height="50"

"Amazing Sights"
by Kendall

The vast land below is as far as the eye can see The river is passing by slowly as the breeze is blowing softly. The cliff is high and tall for people to climb as they look up To the top they go and try there hardest to get to the top. The trip to the top was worth it they say As they rest and admire the vast and beautiful land below them and enjoy the day. The amazing sights.

Today.

"Today"
by Anthony Otto

Everything is going my way I have so much to say First I woke next to bae So I desperately wanted to stay My bed was soft I no longer work on a croft Instead I created microsoft My life isn’t in a pigeon loft It seem to fade turning into wavy jade It turns out it was a dream

"One Wish"
by Huilthzie

If i had a free wish, I would wish for money I know it may seem kinda funny But its true , Everyone would I wouldn't change it even if i could.

But now that i think of it, There is one thing i'll trade for money Maybe a cute little bunny or maybe just be with my family

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"Ball Is Life"
by Joseph

Basketball Its just a sport Its just a game Thats what normal people would think, But no,you’re wrong Basketball is not just a sport Its not just a game Its a lifestyle My lifestyle media type="file" key="Joseph Ball.m4a" width="300" height="50"

“Because of love”
by Sherema

I loved you for a long time still you don't spend a dime on me, am I making some type of crime im not even trying to rhyme when I see you ,you shine I dont care about your others Just like the rain in the gutters or like all of those truckers They always honk their horns And most of them smell like corn My heart has been torn Because you don't no I love you I love you a lot I just wish you can find it in your heart or even on a shopping cart that I love you because there can only be two and those two are me and you!