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Poetry Jasmine 704

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Response to "Motto" by Langston Hughes

I dig all jive

I play it cool.

I even stay in school

 

I stay alive

I try to thrive

in this life

Dig and be dug

That's bull

 

The world ain't so nice

You have to take crap that's thrown at you

It's another day

I say

Believe what you must

In the end

It'll leave you in the dust

 

PB&J sandwich

My friend was a sandwich

A peanut butter sandwich

But not a jelly sandwich

Cause jelly is for suckers

 

The jelly hurt me

Stabbed me in the back

With mean words and an attitude

You evil betraying jelly!

 

But my friend killed the jelly

He killed it with peanut butter

And then he turned into a sandwich

A peanut butter sandwich, my best friend.

 

I eat him everyday

He doesn't seem to mind, I think

He is very yummy

Yummy in my tummy

 

I love my friend but he tastes nice

He would taste good in rice

But if I roll the dice

It might change my life my friend

I need a best friend

President Peanut Butter Sandwich

The crowd cheers for they know

They need a leader that doesn't stutter

Because he has a head full with butter

Peanut butter that is.

 

Poetry

Inspiration, destination, characterization

It can not be bound to paper

It is hope, love, peace, war

Happiness, sadness, silliness, childness

Even emptiness

But can not be defined

It's the world

It is love

It is life

It is you.

 

Mr.Frog

Soft n' fuzzy

Warm n' cuddly

Everyone needs one of dem

They are a gem 

 

Gone

I remember those days

It's kind of a haze

They were so empty

an' I was so free

I could do whatever my heart pleased

 

What happened?

Were they taken?

Was there a limt?

That couldn't have beenit'!

 

Now, chained to a desk

Or drowned in a pool

Driving from place to place

No more time to say grace

Or even have playdates

 

We need to be aware

Life only gets

harder

You need to kick back

Relax.

Stop and smell the roses

 

It happens to everyone

Before dawn

They'll be gone.

 

Found Poem "Someone Like You" by: Sarah Denssen

I was forever known as

Scarlett's friend

Halley.

But I didn't mind.

Without her

I'd be hanging out

in the bus parking lot

with nerds like Noah Vaughn

 

That was it,

I was sure,

the destiny in store

for me 

until the day

Scarlett looked up

and made a spot

for me

to sit next to her

for the rest of my life

 

And I was grateful.

Because life is an ugly

awful place

to not have 

a best friend. 

 

People 

People

Kind. Rude.

Sweet! Dude!

Everywhere. Now where?

Happy. Sad.

Trying. Mad.

Live to please.

Live to succeed

To impress

Hello!

Goodbye.

We all try....

........

Or do we?

 

Love or Cow?

Who loves you?

I know who loves me!

Do you?

I know who!

Someone close.

Knew you forever.

And even before that!

Only one word

Just one

can discribe it

three letters

It's not a person

It's not a thing

It's not even alive

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MOO!!!!!!

JK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

 

To Love or To Hate

what's up

why

how are you going to do that

would

do you need help?

you

i really don't mind

do

just remember

that

that

to

i will always

me? i

love you!

hate you!

 

What to do?  What are YOU going to do?

I am me, and you are you

we may not fit, and we may

but i always wonder

just one thing

you may not have the answer

you may have to search really hard

 

why are we here?

it's asked everyday

no one really knows the answer

i guess there are many reasons

but what's the main one?

why are we here?

 

are we here to save?

the little girl who climes too high

the boy that has cancer even though he is young

or even the old lady who gets robbed

on her way to the store

is this why we're here?

 

are we here to give?

a suprise party for a close friend

a good story to the elderly

or your eyes once you have no more use of them

or a present to a little girl who never asks

is this why we're here?

 

are we here to love?

your brother who is falsely accused of crime

your little puppy that kisses your face

your husband that works 24/7 to keep your family fed

your children who look up to you for guidance

is this why we're here?

 

are we here to learn?

to stay in school so you can get a job

to invent a portable divice so we don't have to walk

to discover more about the deep blue

more about HIV

is this why we're here?

 

are we here to help?

our pregnant friend that just turned 16

our sister that get abused by her husband

our children to find the right path

or how about ourselves

is this why we're here?

 

we don't know why we're here

do we?

maybe that's why we're here

to figure out why

we are

who we are

 

or are we here to discover

or to record

or to look

or to learn

or to write poems that have

6 lines per a stanza

 

Intention:

I wanted to write this poem because i just like wanted to get a point across or something like i didn't want to sound too mushy gushy and stuff like normal poems about this stuff do. However i did want to do a poem about why we exist like i think that it is a very int-eresting question that everone asks to themselves once and a while and i guess i wnated to really expand on that one idea. i guess i also wanted to point out some of the really bad and sad things in life that if you have a good life you wouldn't know any of them existed like little girls that get stuck in a tree most people don't even have a tree to climb so it would be something that you wouldn't really think about it. then there are some bigger problems that adults deal with more than kids like sometimes kids know about it but mostly not, that would be like the abused sister. then at the end there are like 10 different answers to the question why are we here but the last line was kind of supposed to be a joke because the rest of the poem is so serious. I have no idea where i got the title from but it is like supposed to be a stop and think question like when you read it you think "what am i really going to do?"

 

Letting Go

She was nice

she was young

She wasn't ready to go

At least we weren't ready

to let her go.

 

She filled your heart

with  her love and kindness

we loved her

she loved us

we hope.

 

We didn't expect it

for her to leave us

it was just a normal day

her lied out on the sidewalk

a bloodless sack

 

I use this story

every year

each time different

from the last

it gives a story

 

but no

when will i let go

when can i stop thinking

stop writing

it hurts to talk

 

i have to stop

it's driving me crazy

and i need to forget,

but i just can't

 

writting about her

keeps me close

keeps us in contact

with eachother

even though she is far

and i am close

 

i share her story

her life

but is it worth it

there is a lesson

 

i am tired of talking

doing the same story

every year

just STOP

let go...

 

i know it's gonna be hard

and i know it's gonna take a while 

but it is so old

and so boring

and so sad

and so motivating

and so...

STOP!!!!!!!!!

 

Intention:

I wanted to write a poem about one of the sadest things that is happen to me in my life which was loosing my first pet. but when i first started writing i stopped and i thought "how many other ways have i told this story? and i thought for about thirty seconds and realized that each year i would write this story in a different way and each time it would have like a different view of it. so i thought that i should write a poem about why i keep on talking about this inncodent, and how i should just stop and move on in life but i just can't and i write about her again. you know how sometimes it is hard to let go of stuff and how sometimes the more you don't let go of it, it hurts you more, well this is kind of the situation that i feel stuck in. i don't want to forget about her but everytime i think about her i get really upset.

 

 

What?

i like what i do

does that shock you

i think it's true

oh, if i only knew

maybe i will sue

but who?

could i get a clue?

........(no)..............

ok then.........

how about a hint?

 

YOU

What do you think about you?

the word you

it has many meanings

no one knows the right one

but i do it's

Youth

Of

Uranus

 

please

please help me

please cure me

please fix me

please love me

please need me

please share me

please hold me

please but most

please of all

please you must

please save me

please from me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments (3)

jasmine said

at 9:20 pm on May 5, 2009

sorry it took so long 2 put these up i didnt even know about this!!!!!!!!!!!!

jasmine said

at 10:37 am on May 18, 2009

the last one is really sad until the last stanza but i cant come up with a name! any suggestions?

mswilliams said

at 9:17 am on May 22, 2009

it is really sad until the last stanza but i think it works. I think you should keep that one and work on it for the final publish next week. maybe the title could be "sidewalk." this poet i like, mark doty, usually pulls out a random word (but not really random, one he want's you to focus on or look at) and makes that the title. kinda cool.

okay bye

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