Favorite poems(by u or by other ppl)

[Aly]

Teenagers are amazing by Jamie Haskins Teenagers are amazing, i wish the world would see, just how beautiful we are, how compasionate we can be. i wish they could take back, all the cynical things they've said, and see how much we shine, be postitive instead. Remark on our radiant smiles, and the differences we make, all the ppl our lives touch, all the chances that we take. Notice how we change, each and everyday, wanting to leave childhood, yet desperately wanting to stay. I wish they could remember, how tough our lives can be, the promices that are broken, the violence that we see. yet still we venture onward, unsure of where the road may lead, hoping they will take notice, hoping they will take heed, of the changes we have made, of the power that we hold, of the wisdom we have hidden, of the stories yet untold. I hope the world will notice, what some have already seen, teenagers are amazing ppl, striving to follow their dreams.

 

[sleepy44]

nice poem i don't have a favorite

 

[KittieKat]

That's a sweet poem. But, I cant think of any poems at the moment.

 

[Aly]

thx u guys but i have another one that i wrote that i am goin to post tom. when i get home from school cause it is in my locker at my middle school so i can't write it now!

 

[disnee15]

My favorit poem was written by my friend to help me get over my grief of losing Mark Greene... looong story..
well here goes...
Dr. Greene might be dead, but he's still in your head
Wonderfull miracles, he brings life to you
By letting you watch somebody so true
And when you are scared and you run away
Just think about him and his miracolus days

When he had his first tumor you'd thought'd he'd be ok
But just a year later he's passed away
In the month of May, year 2002
Dr. Green may be gone, but not inside you

 

[PigSoldier]

You've got to love feminist poetry

Rapunzstilskin

& just when our maiden had got
good & used to her isolation,
stopped daily expecting to be rescued,
had come to almost love her tower,
along comes This Prince
with absolutely
all the wrong answers.
Of course she had not been brought up to look for
originality or gingerbread
so at first she was quite undaunted
by his tendency to talk in strung-together cliche
'Just hang on and we'll get you out of there'
he hollered like a fireman in some soap opera
when she confided her plight (the old
hag insie etc. & how trapped she was):
well, it was corny but
he did look sort of gorgeous
axe and all.
So there she was, humming and pulling
all the pins out of her chignon,
throwing him all the usual lifelines
till, soon, he was shimmying in & out
every other day as though
he owned the place, bringing her
the sex manuals & skeins of silk
from which she was meant, eventually,
to weave the means of her own escape.
'All very well & good,' she prompted,
'but when exactly?'
She gave him till
well past the bell on the timeclock.
She mouthed at him, hinted,
she was keener than a T.V. quizmaster
that he should get it right.
'I'll do everything in my power' he intoned, 'but
the impossible (she groaned) might
take a little longer.' He grinned.
She pulled her glassses off.
'All the better
to see you with my dear?' he hazarded.
She screamed, cut off her hair.
'Why, you're beautiful?' he guessed tentatively.
'No, No, No!' she
shrieked & stamped her foot so
hard it sank six cubits through the floorboards.
'I love you?' he came up with
as finally she tore herself in two.

 

[AbErGrl217]

Cute poems i dont have any poems right now..i am soo bad at poetry.

 

[RyminWizard]

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet & so R U
But the roses R wilting, the violets r dead, the sugar boal is empty & so is your head

After U, my love my only prizr would eb a bullet between the eyes
Of loving beuty you float with grace
If only U could hide your face

I thought that I could love no other until that is I met your brother

Kind, intellegent, loving & hot...this describes everthing U are not

I want to feel your sweet embrace
but don't take that paper bag off of your face

I love your smile your face & eyes...damn I'm good at telling lies

Everytime I see your fave I wish I was in outer space

I saw your fave as u walked by but then I saw a better guy

darling lover my beutiful wife
marring u screwed up my life

beauty is in the inside, but some may doubt
if it is true Id prefer u inside out

I see your fave when I am dreaming that is why I wake up screaming

My love u take my breath away
what have you stepped in to smell that way

what inspeired this amourous rhyme?
2 parts vodka 1 part lime

 

[PigSoldier]

I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.

O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.

Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you if you would marry me.

 

[PigSoldier]

Just one more??

I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with theives in Manchester.

I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I

skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stone's intertia
spend itself against the water; then sink.

I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light-aircraft;
but I held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.

And I guess that the tightness in the throat
and the tiny cascading sensation
somewhere inside us are both part of that
sense of something else. That feeling, I mean.

 

[Kiki]

roses are blue,
daisies are red.
If you believe that,
examine your head

roses are red,
toilets are white.
If you eat to many prunes,
you'll be there all night

 

[BabyLove99]

I didn't write this.....some dude, Sam Levenson did I believe........

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone....
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed....
Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

 

[natty41]

I got this in an email just after September 11th and since it's coming up I thought I'd post this one:

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"

Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,

And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"

The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!

He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!

 

[DiSnEyGrL13]

I like all of your poems..but right now i cant think of any!!!

 

[KittieKat]

lol, i wrote this in 3rd grade

Math, that icky, yucky, pukey, thing. That makes me want to yell and scream, I hate math, I really do. I hate math it's 100% true.

What a postive poem haha..the best part is that i used it like every year in language arts till 6th grade.

 

[KittieKat]

bump cuz i wanna see some poems!

 

[PigSoldier]

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

 

[PigSoldier]

Guess who found her William Blake book?


London

I wander thro' each chartcr'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every fact I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

 

[natty41]

Since most of us have started school, I thought I'd post this poem by Shel Silverstein. I think everyone will agree w/it too!

Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework! You're giving me fits.
I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework! You're last on my list,
I simply can't see why you even exist,
if you just disappeared it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink!

In 4th grade, my friend and I memorized this and performed it for our class...I don't think our teacher was very fond of it though! lol

 

[WDWfanatic288]

we had to do a speaking thing in Public Speaking and this kid in my class read 4 poems he wrote and they were SOOOO good

one went something like this-
in an instant a boy hits a winning home run.
in an instant a mom finds out her 3 year old son has cancer

and it went on and on about a good thing and then a bad thing

and it ended with-
no matter what happens in life
everything happens in an instant


and another good one was about Harlem..it was SOOO good

I wish i had a copy of them though!