Category: poetry

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Fixing America By Aryan Deorah

When I was little,
I was told that this country was perfect,
I was taught that this is the greatest nation,
I had read everyone was free, everyone had the same rights,
But was this all true?
I went to school and they said my religion was stupid,
I got on the bus, and they called my friends terrorists,
I turned on the news, and there was another police killing,
I saw videos, they showed people spitting on children because of their origin,
I talked to my friends, and all they mentioned was a man who supports all of these things.
Is this country really as great as I was told,
It is up to our generation to fix these problems,
to heal the wounds,
to accept others,

and to cement this nation as the greatest that has ever existed.

The Voices

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The Voices
By: Hannah Bowman


The voices.
They taunt me,
With their continuous laughter.


The voices.
They tell me,
Things that aren’t true.


The voices.
They help me,
Suppress feelings with a smile.


The voices.
They lead me,
To have bad intentions.


The voices.
They protect me,
From shedding a tear.


The voices.
They soothe me,
Singing words of hope.


The voices.
They keep me,

From letting it all out.

THE STRUCTURE OF A LIMERICK

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THE STRUCTURE OF A LIMERICK:

“Limericks are short poems of five lines having rhyme structure AABBA. It is officially described as a form of ‘anapestic trimeter’.

The ‘anapest’ is a foot of poetic verse consisting of three syllables, the third longer (or accentuated to a greater degree) than the first two: da-da-DA. The word ‘anapest’ shows it’s own metric: anaPEST.

Lines 1, 2 and 5 of a limerick should ideally consist of three anapests each, concluding with an identical or similar phoneme to create the rhyme.

Lines 3 and 4 are shorter, constructed of two anapests each and again rhyming with each other with the overall rhyme structure of AABBA.”

The limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical.
But the good ones I’ve seen
Hardly ever are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

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My Dog Didn’t Eat It

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My Dog Didn’t Eat It
I was given so much time
to finish up these rhymes,
but I waited till the night before,
and now I am screwed for sure.
But it’s not really my defect
that I didn’t finish this project.
My red and abandoned fish, Fred, died
when my brother threw him outside.
My clothes got wet,
so I got an idea set.
I caused a fire to go by
when I threw them in the microwave to dry.
My hair was a flowing, shiny river streaming
down my shoulders, before I began thunderingly screaming
when it instantly mutated into a massive frizz ball
in the stickiest, most humid morning of all!
In a rainy afternoon, I went out to the patio
to munch on some crispy, green pistachios.
On a spur of a moment, I was blinded when lightening struck!
I would be paralyzed in a coma, if I had not ducked.
Every time I started to work,
I felt my phone staring at me like a jerk.
You ought to believe me!
This project is bad luck…please agree.
I’m working on it at this minute.
Something will surely happen to it.
Wait a second! What is this?
A poem of my excuses to end my crisis!

Control

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There is an essence in each object.

This essence,
consisting of different elements,
represents different factors of life.


Taking advantage of the essence can create beautiful things.
Farming can be done faster.
Landscaping is easier than imagined.
Natural resources are at our fingertips.


Taking advantage of this life force can put man in control of nature.
Or so he thinks….


Nature has a mind of its own.
There is a delicate balance of power between man and the environment.
And if man is taking too much control of the environment,
Nature will fight back in order to restore equilibrium.


Nature will bring about a vile wave of famine,
disaster,
plague,
and mutant creatures beyond anyone’s imagination.


Today, we are at the brink of thriving or dying.
We can bring back a world of hope,
Use the essence for the positive.
Or we can continue to move forward,
abuse the essence,
and let nature take over the human population.

The choice is yours.

Brisk Moments

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From that moment on,
I learned to change,
Change myself.                   
The things I do,
The way I do them,
Why I do them,
I have learned from my mistakes.
Countless nights,
Countless mistakes.
But sometimes it’s not what I do,
Sometimes it’s the people,
The people aren’t who they seem.
They are nice one day and then different the next.
They always say “People change”
People don’t change,
They just take their masks off.

Pathway to Success

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Pathway to Success
By:  Sreya Palnati
I remember that day perfectly,
Tears running down my face.
Dead cold stares on me,
A shattered grey vase.

Impossible, you say,
This dream of mine I’m dreaming.
But I’ve got lots of hope,
I’ve done some persevering.
Some days being fun with happy rainbows,
Other days filled with sadness.
I didn’t what was going on,
Or how do deal with this madness.
One day you told me about a song,
How it might help.
But then you never let me hear it,
Letting me feel the feelings I felt.
Soon I find out about a poem,
That shows me the pathway,
A very important one indeed.
Now I see everything in color instead of only grey.
We’re grown up now,
We know a little more too.
You know I’m living the life

That you’ve always wanted to.

The Witch

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The Witch
By Gwyneth Schloer
 
Her frightful, green face
with warts and boils
and a crooked nose out of place.
 
Hate, neglect, revenge
surge through her cold heart;
a broken life to avenge.
 
Lies spill from her lips:
fat, worthless, and dumb;
my confidence she rips.
 
A drunken rage of
anger, loss, regret,
cause a chaotic rampage.
 
Swallowed by despair,
I grasp for a hand,
but she won’t ever care.
 
But in the end
it’s her heart, not mine,
that needs a friend.