This posting of the student blog has many poems from Team Green students.
Awesome work from Mr. Heck's ELA classes. Enjoy the humor, insight, and perspective.
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It's been so nice not writing poetry.
I've been able to realize that the flow of words, The sounds of voices echoing, And the hurt interealized with symbolism isn't just for poetry. The sounds of the past can be turned into the booms of the future. No longer are thoughts stuck like glue to a screen, but they flow into the atmosphere and come back like the wind. A wind of freedom, creativity, and control. Music. Music makes the pain turn into beauty. The blue rays fly out of one's mouth from what was red fog surrounding the heart. Contemptment within the known is now flown to embracing the fate of one as is. Beauty lies within the vibrations in the floor, the double disguise of words, and the taps of love from all limbs. Beauty is within the music of one's heart. Next Poem Things were easier when I was young, Is a sentence that doesn't resonate with a broken person like me. Fragments of good memories are left everywhere but every second one happens, the big grumpy boot of luck and fate shatters them and reminds me my life sucks. I wish things were easier when I was younger, but as I got older everything got harder. Half of it's my fault, that the people laugh and jest, thinking that it's funny I have nothing left. Smiles all around for the girl who couldn't have a childhood, a pat on the back for not becoming a villain yet. Who do you people think you are? Nothing easy. My life sucks, yet you spit your words as they glob around my conscious reminding me how much you hate me. Admit it, you don't like me. You don't like what I have, my persistence, you're jealous. Guess what? I'm jealous too. You got everything and I may seem perfect but this image is for you. I don't want to scare you. I want to hide what this life can do to a person. There's nothing left to me, black and crumble is my heart, my eyes glisten when I think I've found the reason and then lose their color when they remember that happiness is temporary. Things were easier when I was young, because I had nobody and expected nobody. Now, everyday the knock of the tall large man comes at my broken door to remind me that the only body I have is named lonely. At least he keeps me company. It’s been so nice not writing poetry
Because let’s be real Poetry is sometimes better for reading Than writing At least for me Who thought That telling someone ‘Go write something profound. Now.’ Was a good idea? Words are meant to be like spring Taking their time Tricking you into thinking That something is happening on the page When it’s really just nonsense Then Bam Something really is there But Poetry Metaphors Rhymes I’d rather put in the time Making my own characters And worlds Sure I love Emily Langston Shel But They can keep their poetry It’s not for me It’s been too long since I’ve written a poem
OR Flipping in between pages Magic from within me Feeling what others cannot Escape from reality for a few moments In between forests and jungles Battles and war Knowledge and power And then your back sitting in your chair in the silence Of the world Things were easier when I was young Dump trucks power wheels being able to breathe the world was silent when I was young being able to live how I was running free not worried about global warming Not worried about who the president is It was simple and easy Maybe it was because I was young and did not know who they were? Or what it was? No not that It’s been too long since I’ve written a poem
I often get stuck and my brain feels so numb I don’t know what to write and I feel dumb Now I’m just rambling and not getting anything done This makes no sense, it’s just random The other kids know what to write, know what to say But I’m just here, tryna figure out today Rambling and babbling nothing sounds right But now I’m sitting upright Mr. Heck just told us we have to read our poems out loud Mine is so weird, I don’t want to speak aloud ______________________________________________________________________________ Things were easier when I was young I knew much less about this messed up world I just spun and sang and twirled I only saw my life as fun And I was not the only one I see it now as it really is Yet, I don’t wish I could go back to when I was young I see my journey long ahead It blooms and flowers but still comes to an end There is more for me and more for you But I want to go together Hand in hand Hearts as one We can make a new path from when we were young It’s been too long since I’ve written a poem
I like that, But also at the same time I don’t. Why, you see poetry is a tree that likes bees. Do you see yet? Poetry is something for all of us, Not just for someone like William Shakespeare. We can all do poetry. Just some of us aren’t the best at it. Why, because they don't see it yet. But they can if they take the time to. They just think that poetry is all about rhymes like mine, time, fine, and rhyme. But it just isn’t. Things were easier when I was young,
I didn't have a worry in the world I was living a good childhood, laughing and playing, riding bikes and going to the park with friends But I wish I could go back and relive those moments But soon I have to realize that I can't go back But I can smile and be happy it happened. Things were easier when I was young,
I didn’t have to worry about the bee sting you call life I didn’t need to worry about school or family well one again things were easier when I was young, I could run through the grass, dirt between my toes, not a care in the world Now I don’t know what tomorrow can hold. In the summer I could sit outside and eat a popsicle Now I have to do grownup things I wished things were easier like when I was young I’s been too long since I’ve written a poem
And now it's time to show that I am not that Bad and I am not that sad I am happy getting back So I am going to get out of that shack with no fright But with all my might I will write a poem So come with me and flee off to a world of Imagination and soar on the floor and write a Bright and right poem that no one can be for sure That I am just going to lie here with no fear of Wonderous imagination but I am going to Risk the flisk of tisk of imagination in this poem So let's go show'em that we can do this and get Through this with our thorough imagination It’s been too long since
I’ve written a poem and speaking my feelings out in the open, like I couldn’t unpeel the second part Of me, with the weight on my shoulders I’d hate to have to keep it inside without having someone to provide me with the helpful, hopes of words. I need to write so I can excite others with What they need in their lives. Things were easier when I was Young, I had so much fun, There weren’t as many rules And I was fueled with all The excitement bundled in my Muscle, I was as fast as the Leaping lion that chased behind Me, it was easy to go outside And hide in the shade of the sun, But not so much fun when it was time to for dinnertime, When I was young I could Do what I want with some rules Because my mom knows i’m not a fool, but when we Agreed to spend some time Outside we always would glide Into another tomorrow. |
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