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A year has come
Twinkle Twinkle Big bright star Our precious baby you`re not so far. When I`m sad and feeling alone, I close my eyes and know you`re in heavens home. Every day my heart aches,
Some teachers are nice, others are smart. Mine is just fat  and smells like a fart.
Mom is white. Dad is black. So what does that make me? Mixed? Right.
"I've never done this before can we just take it slow?" "Yeah don't worry girl i'll be gentle." "Wait.. you have a condom right?" "Nah but it's ok I'll be sure to pull out...."
Look around Stay open minded Reach for your dreams No dream is too abstract
Confusion on a silver platter served up quite nicely for all to enjoy. Or rather to think of in a derogatory way within themselves. The case may vary, as many grow weary.
At my boiling point Trying to ignore bullies.  Bullies find pleasure. But then i find displeasure But they don't show resentment.
  Today I needed to speak speak speak
I’m tired of being held back The crazy thing is no one is holding me, but me As awful as it seems  I close the doors that suffocate my dreams Only just recently did I start to take responsibility
  In a mad rush of confusion they hide away In a simulation of warmth and safety they hide away The thoughts inside me weep with frustration and hide away because there is no way to sort them out today.  
I'll murder ya subconscious Gunshots ring yonder Of the thoughts of you believing yourself to be better without me I'll diminish ya train of thought 9-11 wouldn't be half of what I'd do to eradicate you from you
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
If time were stoppable And hypocrisy improbable I would make you understand Let you experience firsthand How to wallow in self-suffering and What it’s like to have nothing
Thank you teachers for showing me the way Thank you for guiding me down the path to success Thank you teachers for showing me how to express myself Thank you for guiding me down the aisle
Teachers should provide their students with Materials Materials Mateials needed for school, the future, and life itself. Showeroig their studens with warmt an are, beng another support system apart from their family
Being a father, being a husband, from the other side of the world; though I feel like I am in another world. The moon reminds me she is here with me. The shine flashes her love, keeping me safe as I sleep. Days get longer, go on forever.
We come to class,To learn things we don’t need to knowHow to balance an equationWhich birth control works best
Lay down your head my childI promise things will be better when your eyes openAnd when the night becomes dayWe will still be together forever and always
You tell us you're a teacher.                                                                                                                          
    Thank you faculty of education,
To my teacher from Math, Whom, by the way, really needed a bath, To this man who resembled an ape, I would kick in his lower geometric shape. To my teacher from Biology,
When I look out the window and see the leaves blowing, I wish I could float away from all the mess I've created.  All the pain I have caused, all the stress I need to escape from. My breath is shallow, my heart is aching I cant hold back from the
He smiled and laughed from time to time. He seemed fine but pain ate him up inside. He was so quiet but his blue eyes were loud, pleading. But no one ever listened.   He was someone’s student.
  Happiness is but a myth of life,   A satire of it's own design.
The only student with a hand down in class The one in the back She’s trying to listen She’s staying on track   The boy in suspension He’s nothing but trouble
You think you know it all but you don't Yes you have college degree but that doesn't mean yor better Your just a regular person who decide to do somehing with their life well good you
She was bullied. She was teased. Ugly, slut, whore They said. She was suicidal. She was extremely unhappy and wanted to give up on life. Then. She found happiness.
People saying that it will get betterWhenWhen will it get better?Living through hell each dayThey don’t know what they are doingAnd it gets better?
All pain, no game This is just an average day What you do or what you say, is something that you soon will pay.The hurt inside isn't enough. I think im strong but life is ruff.Theirs
Straight girl walks in a crooked line Straight to hell, ignoring the signs. Nothing is straight under pressure, Living under a forever broken spine.   Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
The little girl on the street knew how to keep a beat. The little girl on the street kept people on the edge of their seat. The older girl on the street couldn't make ends meet.
Long days, Even longer nights. Momma workin' overtime just to keep the lights. Dads gone, Don't give a damn really. It's survival of the fittest in this big city.  
There's a lot of things that don't make senseLike how it's possible for bumble bees to flyOr why we learn cursive as childrenOr why Chipotle charges $1.50 for guacamole
  The future is unknown to anyone. All we can hope for is the best, Until this short life is done. Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
7:20 Late, herded into a room deprived of civilizations air, Filling my brain with the mans gloom or so we all presume.
You see me walking in the halls, I dont know why you make me fall. On the inside and out you break me down, But they still treat you like the class clown. Its not funny the way you make us feel, 
Like the shimmering dust of gunpowderI was wounded by his eyes like gunpowderLifeless, but with the potential to combustLike that paints the parking lotBeneath our feet
That boy was pushed into the lockers again  And everyone just looked the other way. They divert their eyes, they walk faster They just don't know what to say. He just wants to be liked, to be accepted-
  Dear Mrs.Power Hungry, I wake up early. The memories of sleepless nights fill my fluttering eyes. Late nights filled with words of the past, steps to write the perfect sentence, and what our earth is made up of. 
They tell you that they got you,They tell you that they're there.You smile with ease,lie to yourself,"Man i dont gotta be scared."
I know there are constraints, And you really don’t want to hear these complaints, But these desks are in bad shape. It’s like they are being fixed with tape. We move them around So our troubles don’t abound.
You ask me how to change up a classroom I'm only a student I can say make it fun      add some flare                play some games                         watch a movie
Yeah, I'm white Never Been in a fight But my dream is to knock out some lights Talkin' 'bout dreams, one-a mine's to be free Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key Yo, little do you know about me
I walk around school Constantly scared, confused, and needing. I need the help of my friends. My friends that left me, My friends that said they'd always be there for me.   They all left,
T- Technology.  It is important to modernize the classroom. E- Everyone is different.  Promote diversity and exceptionalities in the classroom. A- Accept all opinions.  Respect each students'opinion so they feel validated.
That old book, in the corner, dusty and left behind. That is God to me. That book will always be there for me and anyone who needs him.
                          A room full of students different and unique as can be. Laughter can be heard from all directions, like thunder rumbling in the distance. As you move closer, laughter turns artifical.
I Am Art. And Art Is Me. We are one. We both share the same peculiar personalities. When a room is dim, we illuminate the ambience. Our bond is inflexible; the vibrant light blinding our audience.
You stand at the board and you sit at your desk  You only care about deadlines and scores on my test  You mark up my papers, you stay after class You couldn't care less if I actually pass 
If I tell you how I feel, You'll laugh at my joke. You'd tell me that I'm stupid, and leave me here alone. Deserted in the desert, Crowded in the streets. I've fallen into your eyes, lies, & shame.
There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.Innocence gone.Just taken away.Struggling to deal with it & be free someday.
She is mysterious  Yet comes in many ways She works for an eternity Works with no mercy She's an awesome multitasker She never rest She causes broken families Shes heartless, and ruthless
Eyes Like Diamonds   Perfect Black Silky Hair Long Legs Awkward Attractive Smile Curvy Body Flawless Smooth White Skin Blessed With A Heartwarming Spirit Exotic Personality
With so many things I wish I could say, to all of my teachers day after day, I cross all my T's, and dot all my I's, to get a good job, so I won't serve fries. Enough with Macbeth, or Chaucer's old tales,
  I sit and watch. Watch you talk. Watch you teach. Talk, talk, talk. Trying to stay awake. Taping, Drawing, Texting. Not interested. In what you are talking about. In what you are explaining. Why. Why can I not move? Why can I not talk?
"Summer assignments are in. Its just a $20 dollar book." I can already tell that you're judging me because I gave a sickening look I'm sure you can afford it no problem at all
Respect and kidness. That's what I always say. But sometimes I just can't stand those days. Where veryone is screaming. Getting out of control, And what does the teacher do? Nothing at all.
Steps into the school, more like rocks moving. Why am I here? Teachers saying your stupid. Why can't I be smart? Words flying from every part of the room, Why do they hate me so much?  
Pile on the comp student’s burden As we sit in a 100 degree class The thought of work is already in the past I don’t like when the teachers yell Or people who fart in class because it does smell  
Company, Mindless thoughts to tell them, Saying what you think. Bright one early Sunday, He took my hand in his claiming it. Choppy words and sounds, Playing through the day,
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress Does not hold a demise For no person shall attempt to withhold her She has imagination creativity innocence virtue Let her twirl
Emotions are whirling Stress finds me everywhere Sometimes I just want to be alone I don't know how much of this I can bear
Emotions are whirling Stress finds me everywhere Sometimes I just want to be alone I don't know how much of this I can bear
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
The moon can never outshine the sun, Only recognize when darkess consume the sky. To truly feel the need to love a person Is when you aren't allow to love them. It is a struggle
Gentle rain pattering outside,streaks of water tricklingdown the pane of glass.Listen.The shrill squeakas her hand slowly sliddown the window.Wishingshe could just claw her way
Its crazy to go from a gangster to a christian A loud mouth to a listener A gun toter to a bible holder A brother fighter to a man molder To go from ripping and running the streets To hymnals moving my feet
  I know all you have is me And that I will never be enough But I will bind our love together With such a force  I will shoot fireworks from the tip of my tongue every time I speak of you
For it is not I that speaks of love, It is not I that vocalizes the words in a praise or hums to a song. The creation of this earth was not by my hands or the living creatures scattered on this planet.
So long for now, till we meet again. together forever,  you are my bestfriend.   my heart is breaking, tears are now falling. You had to leave, because heavan was calling.  
shut them out, as I suffer to breathe Where are the words? Can we talk instead of scream? My opinion remains unheard   The violent escapade  on the frigid ground, I laid he charged at me, 
I am just ordinary, she is so extraordinary more than she can ever, ever imagine. When we met, we were lost like bees trying to find its honey we were lost. 
Although the clocks hand’s may twist and wind in an infinite tumble round It only takes but a moment in time for one to utter a sound.   A breath though silent means all the more as its heavy waves roll up the shore
Flows from my mental coming straight outta my dental  On to a page from the pen or a pencil
I wake up every morning never taking breaks. I gotta play it smart. I refuse to catch a case.   I walk these streets daily, and as I look around, I see a world of lost souls,
    As I sit here staring at that picture so soft in my hands I can’t help but think when it will end The memories all rush back into me like smoke clouding my lungs
  If I die today would you remember me tomorrow? If I dropped dead would you give a damn? If I stopped breathing
The words cut like knives. The actions cut like swords. And I stand here... bleeding. By myself. With no one to hold me, And no one to love me. Your words cut like knives,
Strong enough to stand alone in a blitz Bombarded... Deception after deception after deception  It will never stop It will never seize It's life's cold hearted tactic made to rid of the weak.
Family. What is implied in that one word? It would seem the world stakes a lot in it. That it is the all-encompasing. The all-solving. The Holy Grail.
Bellowing. I could hear it all the way from where I sat, halfway down the hall.
  From the second we are conceived we overcome, Not a second in life goes by where we have not overcome, We fight out entire lives, Behind closed doors and out in the open,
Hey little birdy, The one by my window; I see your colourless wings so sturdy And those dark eyes so hollow. Birdy, take me with you.  I want your freedom; I want to fly in the blue.
I wish it had been a dream. I wake up in the night. Covered in sweat and full of fright. The pain is terrible. My thoughts unbearable. My muscles contract. I have to face facts. It's not my time. I feel a chill run down my spine.
I am just a lowly soldier among the US Army. I was sent to Vietnam because I had no future. No plans. No wealth. Hell, I’m just a young boy. I’m only 17. And mom and dad knew what Vietnam was like.
wear a hoody so if I get arrested for a wrong crime it means I’m automatically guilty They say I’m the strong kind But what if it’s the stuff I’m meant to survive that actually kills me?
The cardinal is red                                                                                    Happy as can be With its wings spread                                                                          
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say, Girl!  You will never get a man with that hair. 
I chose to be spat on in public.I chose to be called names.Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.Mistake.I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air. Children bred with ruthlessness, parents do not care. Their visions all so blurry, and minds so confused; The only thing that satisfies is all the weed they use.
Sometimes there are webs of ideas that cant be explained but through circles and lists slowly a complete thought formulates as random things stumble out of ones mind and on to the paper
Soldier Courageous, Patriotic Protecting, Saving, Providing Our country's backbone Army
I'm just a girl who is trying to find the answers. Lost in the dark wanting to find the light, but I'm not alone here. Something is in the dark with me, something painful, sad, and depressing. He goes by the name of Misery.
Out of the womb, I wailed to the single Mother.Gums smacking. Fingers grasping; the searching.Father, where are you?Professor. Author. Poet. Working Man.
poems undress me the words show my skin to all-- dripping from my heart until everyone sees my veins bleeding through syllables.
Family shouldn't be counted by red, thick drops It should be observed by caring thoughts My family is made from love and support The red drops left us when I,we needed them most  
When everything is changing you have nowhere else to run, You take your pencil and your paper, Your keyboard and computer, Your keypad and your phone, And you write. You write that letter to your soldier,
So many faults. So many dropped balls, And missed calls, And “Holy shit! Thank God you had your seatbelt on.” Not to mention those late bills that caused The lights and the A/C to go out
I've been alone, I've forgotten the taste of company. Trapped in these flames for what feels like centuries. They say you bring everlasting life. Then why do I always feel dead inside?
The girl sat on an empty street Her face was as sullen as her surroundings She softly lifted her face in hopes of a single ray of sun
Fighting, but i'm weak with both hands. A vacation, eyes detect no beach, feet feel no sand. Double left handed, clubsy but talented. Can't get a job, did once but got fired because I couldn't manage the way my manager managed things.
No introduction was necessary For me to understand the healing that these words have had upon me Fate or destiny intervened leading me down this cathartic path
I wake up to the warm morning sun. Already has this terrible moment begun? Outside the window I see many individuals pass, And out on the pavements that’s where they express their wraths.
Poetry is a release of stress, an outlet of self expression.  It gives a voice to the soft spoken, and teaches wise lessons. Those who are lost and feel abandoned take shelter in its arms.
  Over seven billion people in this world searching for a purpose in life. Over seven billion people seeking worth for so much of their strife. They want to know there is meaning to all the hard times they endure,
  I am like the tree, so big.  To none am i hid,   I  am like the moon at night. My other side never in sight.   I am like 
Hateful glares, hidden glances. Romances. Friend or foe? How are you to know? Catch her if you can, as she Rise, Rise, Rises.   Grind. Everyday. Hurts. When all they see
Breaking the bindings of the shadows, They open up through song . Passion fills their guttural growls And rebellion reverberates their raspy screaming, While the clean vocals roar
What’s going through there minds right now? Where are they going? I’ll never forget there faces…. for now I know in a few years I will And yet that doesn’t sadden me, Although I know it should  
mind is on hold heart is in fast forward words were once all that needed to be heard                  Now  The People Need A Proclamation.          A Declaration From You To The People.  
Friends grant charming wishes, Friends enchant you with joy, Friends let you absorb their affection, Superficially matters if's a girl or a boy.   Just give those favorable buddies a ring,
It is what it is love, a predestined malicious love. Love without mercy a ruthless and vicious love. A war like love, a love where losses are casual. The loss of insecurities and distrust is actual and more than factual.
200 pages in my composition..so i ripped one out..slapped humanity in its mouth as it tried to shout at me..though it never seemed to "shut up!" I kept it moving with my ears shut, music playing explaining how the world is so cruel and twisted and
Ever lie in stillness and listen to the ticking of a clock while ones mind wanders and hearts beat begins to mock..the pulses in their brain from time to time found to be consistent and with the way they feel they avoid being resistant...he lies t
You ever get so frustrated with the world, your heart begins to race your fingers start to curl, until your knuckles crack, searching for the reasoning behind your anger but the knowledge of it all you lack..so you sit back and try and withhold ev
Today I am feeling heartbeats in the earth beneath me, raising rubble with each thump. Pressing thumbs against against against the lips of liars only spreads suppression through their veins.
Thoughts and feelings reflected Never contested From the moments on the phone To the heartfelt poems Reaching and penetrating each others’ safe zone See she’s lost in time and space
He looked upon it with new eyes A beautiful place before him lied So much to do and a lifetime to spare Alone a boy without any cares
What is it about a fire escape? A rusty, old fire escape attached to a building that has seen many years, many faces... What is it about a place to sit that looks out over a small world...
Days and days go by Weeks and weeks past Still hurt by what has passed A life that I can never get back Mistakes are made that are hard to face But at the end of the day I still feel the same way
Today is goanna be the day That they're goanna throw it back to you I always wondered what it would be like to be loved To have a strong heart To say what’s on my mind
(My creative writing teacher asked us what our dream job was when we were kids. This was mine.)
I recall being in grade school sitting at my desk while my teacher read these words to me, they were cool flowing and piecing together so well, certainly not a mess
Why I write, I'm sitting here trying to think why I write and less and less keeps coming to my mind as I type, But see one thing I know for sure is that poetry is somewhat of a cure
You've always been there from the start, In my life, you've made a mark. You picked me up when I was down, You made a smile from my frown. Laughing, joking, everyday, You always know just what to say.
I may not be the fastest runner Or by any means a ball player, But I have the strength to win. I may not be the "straight A" student Many a paper have only been for a trash bin,
Even though it was no secret, It still came as quite the surprise. Seeing her body there lifeless was something I had pictured a hundred times. Like all of those nightmares, it had come true.
There is something in the words. Something that changes minds, That can unite different kinds. Something that creates gods.
Friday evening Tornadoes forming by home Losing precious lives Hearts reach out among the land Unity is powerful
(poems go here) When you are writing, you are painting a picture Making the words in your head more than a whisper Putting a scene in someone's head Saying things formerly left unsaid
I write to get away From the stress of my life everyday When the anxiety gets to be too much Pen and paper become my crutch
I come alive when I write A pen in hand a universe to create Characters wait in frozen time I give them life with each new page A boy A girl A meet cute waiting for me to write them in to existence
Without pen and paper And an ongoing flow of words, I am nothing. To find beauty in plain words, Syllables that turn ordinary thought into beauty Is something extraordinary.
why do I write? well, why do birds fly? why do fish swim? not just because it's an essential method of transportation. because its an escape an escape from the deadly locks of their predators
If it weren't for this pen you probably wouldn't even know my name. It's saved my life so many times When I thought no one was listening On those days when I felt like the world was bearing down on my shoulders
Baby Brother If only you knew what a great sister I wanted to be for you. If only you knew what Daddy had planned for you. If only you knew how happy Mom was to have you.
Thoughts for you Serenade me with your song By Him, through you Gave me a word, changed my heart New inspiration you brought to my life New hope I have found
I wobble my way down the narrow hallway my thoughts are an epic mess the bright light I'm following is so far away yet I feel I can grasp it I must confess.
Two lost souls tangled in the rapture of youth, One spoke lies while the other breathed the truth. A fantasy of love they both had fallen for, But the boy was too imperfect; the young girl yearned for more.
Expression is a lethal weapon, Locked in my own judgments, Don’t understand why I’ve been chosen to fill the shoes of an unholy person
Anger too heavy to become words. Anger, an exhausting burden haunting my dreams fist flying in my sleep anger not satisfied voice never raised anger sitting in patience afraid of what it might do,
Lying down she sleeps So still So sick So weak She opens her eyes All you can see is emptiness inside She does not speak I stand over her Like a guardian angel You can feel her sorrow
In the meadow we played. The wind picking up the lace trim on our white dresses The sun kissing our faces. You sang a sweet melody I followed with the harmony.
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up We change our texture because it’s not desirable We dye it as the trends change And we die a little more ourselves each time
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