My Home Used To Be…….
My home used to be nice and dandy happy and excited clean and pretty You used to see friends shaking hands saying how do you do but really their saying i love you You can hear birds singing in tall…
My home used to be nice and dandy happy and excited clean and pretty You used to see friends shaking hands saying how do you do but really their saying i love you You can hear birds singing in tall…
Leaves come with wind A white catholic church Blocking warm rays of heat A home with a cooling system For days like this Bamboo as corn Ketchup as Fake blood Four boys and four girls playing like we're all five…
Arrow in the Woods By Hixson Hudson I found an arrow head in the woods but it look cool but there was not a stool I found it I pie town but I lie it was close to datial and…
A knock at the door and its opens then shows all the people who knows me and trust me. I don't care about their color, I tell them that I like what they like and try not to hurt them.…
She always makes my day She makes me laugh when times are dark like a day turning in a dark sky and doors locking for safety She helps when times are tough with friends and family Shes my bestie at…
Hate me Or , love me. Its always has been, Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, My hunger. Hate that im a better basketball player than you. Hate that! Hate that, i might not be the best but…
Poetry is a rose that is given to you on Valentine's Day, Poetry is your first basketball going through a hoop. Poetry is warm blanket that covers you, Poetry is a very soft pillow that you sleep with. Poetry is…
Poetry is the darkness of my soul Poetry is a BIG F A T that won't move Poetry is a dark entity that is haunting my soul Poetry is a horrifying battle between a lion and a tiger Poetry is…
Favorite Place To Be! By: Jessica Begay I aM at CoWbOyS sTaDiUm It Is BiG aS a MoUtAiN I fEel tHe BlUe HaRd PlAsTiC cHaIrS aS I sIt DoWn I sEe WhItE aNd BlUe ToWeLs BeInG wAvEd ArOuNd I sMeLl…
I'm a New Chevy Tahoe I'm white like the Snow The Snow on the ground screams as I drive on it When i slide on the ice it laughs at me As i drive down the road it screams like…
These words can not explain How much my mom means to me But I'm going to tell you anyway She's like so amazingly amazing When she smiles Her smile lights the whole room up I seriously don't know what I…
Poetry is... By:Shaneal Martinez Poetry is picking out blossoms in the summer. Poetry is fresh air. Poetry is fascinating emotions bursting into flames. Poetry is snow dropping smoothly onto the ground. Poetry is training a horse. Poetry is floating on…
Memories Of The Scene By VM My mom always told me that when some one make you smile or laugh it can brighten your day up. When my mom told me this she would say this like she wanted to…
The necklace ring I got from my friend was beautiful like gold roses. This necklace is special to me because my friend and I were best friends ever since 6th grade and it also reminds me of my grandma.this ring…
By Jaylen Watchman Elizha my relative is a toddler who almost likes to crawl on my belly and sometimes my back also he might want to ride on my back Elizha is so FUNNY!!!. But Elizha also likes to chase…
moments I look upon the hot roaring fire the powerful cool +ocean the mighty green forest and the shifting wind I realize I am but a spark a mere drop a seed a breeze whispering by But the largest forest…
The Loss of My Best Friend By Selena Campos day 1 I try, you don't see me. I try, you walk right past me. no more trying to be like you. every night i hear a whisper "you don't fit…
Valentina is one of best friends She is like a hot air balloon She is always going for new heights for her education She is always trying her best in everything she does Valentina is in honor roll and has…
Poetry Is... By Eziequel Howard Poetry is like an Atlantic ocean . Full of adventure and also dangerous. poetry is like a Jungle fun dangerous and there is lots of it. Poetry is like a desert sometimes its fun and…
A Caring Dad by: Valentina Delgarito I wish I had my dad by my side Just thinking of him makes me cry Never being able to see him Hurts me inside everyday that goes by The stories I hear To…