From Your Point of View
Ana W.
God made a casting of each life,
So often we will criticize,
So God in all his wisdom,
Lindsey M.
Life's kaleidoscope
i am from Hangers
i am from the Kings
i layed upon the Baby's Crib
i come from Sir Arthur's court
inkdots on a page
from Riddles and unanswered Questions
i entered through the graphite
Jessica U.
This is an interesting abstract poem. It's about an inanimate object. Try and guess what this poet is describing.
He dances, slowly swaying with the slightest blink. Back and forth he
Cars rush by
Rival, and ex-best friend
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No one cares about me
Why would I?
If I do what I have to do then things will be better.
In a brief moment all
the jeering voices
judgemental cliques
and torturous mind games
have left
With the easy way out
I ran toward the light
And never looked back
When I got there
all the bad was gone
but so were the things I loved
the smiling faces
the loving friends
and open arms
A gray nothingness filled in for the
good and evil
the right and wrong
Forever wishing I hadn't come.
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why,
If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.
Then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same.
and Forgotten Odds and Ends
i am from many
pages of Friends
and Oceans from the shelves,
and Dragon's tails
and little Elves
when Jack first walked with Jill
i came upon a Mother's whisper
as we went up that Giant Hill
descended from Lancolot's kin
i fought for Princess Gwenevere
among the bravest of men
helped to create me
Wonderful places,
and a tiny Cup of Tea
i have formed and evolved
around the whole world
my Earth has revolved
what my World is like
and i help create the Pages
that help create My Life
gracefully moves, drawing the spectators' eyes to him with practiced ease. His pattern is regular, only faltering when he forgets his place. His scent wraps around those transfixed by his body; he seems to sense the attraction of the crowd and his movements become simultaneous with their excited breaths; he dips, sways, tip-toes, and prances, awing his crowd even more.
But soon, too soon for the audience, he grows weary. He notices the interest faltering in the widened pupils of his people and tries to impress them with quicker movements. But, Alas! It is done and the great intriguer, the entertainer of tired minds and entrapper of the hearts of thoughtful lovers is finished; and with the grace of the most imaginative dragon, he slowly flickers out.
Genie W.
In San Francisco
my best of friends walks
on a crowded sidewalk with the unknown
cruel harsh world
brewing through her from every angle
pushing her every way
so they can get through.
across the black pavement
a hurried street
cars so fast it blurs the vision
making it seem only colors
there he sits
in the middle of the blur
in the middle of the street
with the rushing cars
he seems alone and invisible
the cars go through him
his past attempt for a good time
her expression giggly
her friend beside her
she looks at him
him sitting in the street looks up
at a hill
I'm on the hill
Ashley H.
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