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Simple Games

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We play simple games

These days it's just simple

From Monopoly to Candy Land

And Scrabble, too

Stratego, Risk, you name it

We play simple games

 

We get older, and the games go away

These days it’s schoolwork and homework

From Google to Wikipedia,

And WolframAlpha, too

Textbooks, notebooks, you name it

The old games went away

 

Now we’re even older, and games don’t exist

These days it’s telephones and papers

From Windows to Apple,

And mortgages, too

Taxes, phone calls, you name it

Games no longer exist

 

We’re old men now

These days games are for the young

We’ve forgotten about Candy Land

And Scrabble, too

Risk, Stratego, you name it

We forget them

We forget those days

Until we too no longer exist

This poem is about: 
Our world

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"You."

I want you to know I care about you,


And I can’t bare this feeling anymore.


And I’m sorry you feel like a break through,


But this is just something I can’t ignore.


 


It has been thought about for endless days,


I’m really sorry you found out this way.


You have me feeling if I’m in a maze,


And I can’t help but want to fly away.


 


There’s not a day you don’t go through my mind,


It honestly leaves me dazed all the time.


Sometimes I wish it can just be unwind,


But I’m in a state where it’s hard to climb.


 


However, even though times may be tough,


I don’t plan on leaving you sure enough.


 


 


                                                                        J.J.R

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The Howling Wind

I awoke to the sound of wailing.

Panicked, I lay,

Eyes closed, 

Mind in disarray.

The longer I listened,

The sooner I realised,

'twas the wind crying by my bedside.

The room was dark, 

The moon shone through,

Yet the wind was howling,

It's heart was torn in two.

This poem is about: 
Me

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The Teepee

Dear Sister,

Do you remember that time we built a teepee in the woods?

It was our classic Bridge to Terabithia.

We took branches from trees,

Leaning them against each other for strength.

We built ourselves a mini campfire.

We dipped sticks into the brook as fishing poles;

We pulled out little stones to be our fish.

We collected sheets of bark from white birch trees,

And we laid them down as welcome mats.

Every day we travelled across the road

Through the poison ivy

Over the brook

To our little village.

We played indians.

We played cowboys.

We played Star Wars and we played orphans.

We played kings and queens and knights in shining armor.

We tied a handkerchief on to a tree as our flag.

It was our territory.

Then you grew up.

I went there alone.

One day our flag fell into the dirt, perhaps by the wind.

I tied it up again for us.

One day our flag was thrown in the river, perhaps by a breeze.

I tied it up again.

One day it was down on the ground, drowning in dirt, torn into tatters, not possibly by a storm,

But I made us a new one.

One day when I went back our flag was gone.

What more could I do?

I left it that way.

I stopped going there.

The poison ivy grew.

The trees fell.

The brook dried up.

But you know what’s strange?

Last summer I visited it.

Our teepee still stood.

You couldn’t see it from our house.

You couldn’t see it from the road.

But if you know where to look

You’ll find your little sister waiting to play

By a teepee that still stands.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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A Twig Among the Branches

Mon, 06/13/2016 - 18:16 -- Corban

I am from bright lights

from traffic jams and tall buildings

I am from the foliage of the creek

(Who knows what was hiding in there?)

I am from the Weeping Willow

who shaded me

the Monkey Grass

who cushioned me

when I was weary

 

I’m from cookies and milk

from Larry and Joan

I’m from the teachers

and the pastors

 

I’m from Marvin and Jackie

war veteran and florist

From the grandparents who married

at 16 years old

 

On my shelf is a binder

filled with old pictures

old letters to loved ones

forever preserved

This is where I am from--

a twig among the branches

of my family tree.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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To go or stay.I

To go or stay.

I stay with guilt.

I go with shame.

 

I could help,

Hinder is more likely.

Others would do more.

 

I could prepare.

Waiting seems waste.

Neither satisfy me.

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Poetry

A way to express, How you really feel a lot, Having lots of fun                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

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Started from the bottom now I'm here.

I was labeled a nothing from the time I was born,

No one seen a future in me, so my heart always remained torn.

"You're stupid and wont get far in life" is what I was always told.

I believed it for a while  because of the constant scold.

At the age of 19 pregnant  and no future in the air.

I put my future in the hands of welfare.

I didn't have two nickles to rub together

my life and my son life would be nothing altogether.

Crying as the tears fell on my pregnant belly I thought would I ever escape this

hell that I'm living in?

Why did this happen to me was it because I have sinned?

November 3rd, 2008 my world changed for the better as I looked in the face of a blessing.

This blessing changed my world and It had me guessing,

Do what people think of me defy me? No

Can I look my past in the face and say I can make it? Yes

What's stopping me from success? Nothing

From that point on I turned this nothing into something.

Enrolled in college for me and my little one  with no money in my pocket.

God heard my struggles and cry and my future took off like a rocket.

This nothing sure made herself into something.

Going from straight F's to all A's and one B

I set my future and wrote my name in the stars for all my doubter's to see.

I graduated from college on the honors list,

and in the crowd was my four year old boy who showed his appreciation through a kiss.

So where do i stand now  from my trials to tribulations?

Well lets put it like this... I'm currently prepaing mysef in nursing school for my next graduation.

I'm the epitome of "starting from the bottom now I'm here,"

because now i created my future for me and my son and i'm not going back to a bluury past

i'm looking at my future which is clear.

 

 

 

 

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