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Post by leahmoney on Oct 1, 2012 22:21:17 GMT -5
O muse of poetry
O muse of poetry, How can I write a poem to please thee? It is true that poetry must come from the heart, But I know not where to start.
Poetry must provide a peace of mind, No matter what message one hopes to find. Like a sailor on a journey out at sea, A reader must be feel free to be.
A poem can be funny, happy or sad, It can be mournful, grieving, or even glad. It can bring tears to your eyes Or makes you jump with surprise.
Poems are created for a special reason There are more that one for every season. Poets write them out of love And to give hope like a dove.
Poems for the spring About how joyful hearts sing. Poems for the summer And the woodpecker, that irritating drummer.
Poems for the fall When the school bell begins to call. And poems for the winter days When the world is covered in a bright white haze.
Oh muses thank you for showing me Just how a poem is meant to be. I now know how to make a beautiful rhyme I am grateful, muses, for your time.
By Emily Age 15
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Post by leahmoney on Oct 1, 2012 22:44:29 GMT -5
Flower's Lament
On a silvery cap on an arctic glade As towering giants ripen with age
Make a halt in the wind to grasp a sweet scent Of a blossom's shattering last lament
Ashen blankets cover the ground Until one hears the faint little sound
A soft little buzz, a glimpse of a leaf Gives us hope and sighs of relief
The emerald kings will soon fade to light And we'll know it's time to make an invite
Running to the harbor, chipped navy paint Whirling in the ocean, not having to think
But oh too soon this will seem to fade To a fusty feel, a solemn gray
The once green pastures turn to brown Along with the trees, leaves to the ground
Back to school, no more long nights In the parking lot, pondering life
Peacefully awaiting the first morning chill As you watch and wait for the season's first frill
And there it comes In a powder quite clear As a small white flower cries its last lament
by Clare W.
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Post by leahmoney on Oct 1, 2012 22:44:58 GMT -5
Paradise
What is paradise, what can it be? is it the same to you as it is to me?
is it a place where one forgets their problems for a while some where where people just stop and smile?
or is it something deeper? A place that dosent end where you have the rest of your life to spend?
Is it a place where you are happy with who you are where all is good and bad is a far
A place where calmness runs from your head to your toe where relaxation and comfort are all that you know
What is paradise, What can it be? Is it the same to you as it is to me?
By April Age 15
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Post by skierunner on Oct 1, 2012 22:45:35 GMT -5
OOo I like that one. Save some poems for later XD.
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Post by leahmoney on Oct 1, 2012 22:45:42 GMT -5
Water
The ocean has a heart of a warrior. So fearless crashing against the rocky shore. Roaring with every crash against the shoreline. Raging stronger and stronger every time it smashes into the shore. Every slam makes it stronger. When it raises up for the very last time it looks like the Faceless Man. Screaming, trying to get away, but he can't. Finally he raises up for a terrific crash into the shoreline. When the storm is all over it is very clam. The sun glistens off the ocean, so wide and beautiful, but very deadly.
Steve age 15
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Post by leahmoney on Oct 1, 2012 22:46:14 GMT -5
okay!
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