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.
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