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She’s the perfect girl Beautiful, Smart, and Kind Can get pretty irresistible at times I just need some time To pray to the lord To make this soul so divine I’m bored at home
My Angel She’s the perfect woman I just need some time To pray to the lord To make this soul so divine
Any time you make a new friend. They might just be the one to make your life bend. Friends can be great, honest, and have the right intentions.
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Sixth grade, middle school,/
I took my head from off the glass, My nose plastered at an unatural point, I take a deep breath and swallow, The ice crystals forming on my eyelashes.   I keep my head up, and after class,
Every weekday is agony. Dread the time it takes to learn. Beg the clock to tick faster. Get on your knees and pray to a being that you’ll soon forsake.  
the locker room. the catholic confession room  for eighth grade girls,  only to collect their  tears into empty perfume  bottles and to be  sprayed onto their collarbones.     
Eyes glazed over like there's a dead girl inside a barely functioning body. It makes people uncomfortable, but most never question why, like bad stuff doesn't happen in this neighborhood.
Twelve years old with a huge fabric binder, a new pair of shoes, and the exact same wardrobe as the year before. The shoes were maroon and grey and "only cost fifteen dollars!" my mom said.
I don't remember when I first heard the word I don't remember when I first knew what it meant I don't remember anyone telling me
I look into my past through old poems. each yellowing page telling another story of that sadness; dark and full of worry. I read and learn from them now;
Are my braces that obvious? The colors have to match my outfit One day, he'll notice me. Should I ask him to the dance? Boys are the worst! Did you hear about Anne?
Hi Clay!! Its Nia.  
In eighth grade, we had Science class together. You had sat in the row behind me until the seats were switched and we became partners. Do you know what I would give to be partners with you again?
How, Just how did i pass math, and honer roll? I dont understand, Im falling behind, yet i make it past? 7th Grade and still cant cach up.
The sun spreads out like a golden poolOver the newly shorn fieldsThe halls smell like wax, fresh ink and new cottonCarried along with a tide of bodiesI remember suddenly that
A new life Potential with no seeming end A new beginning, no sign of strife But to begin, however, is also to end   A military child Moving from state to state
written February 2008  
Laugh all you wantAt that girl over there.She honestly does notGive a single care.Go right ahead.Give her funny looks.Laugh at that girlFor reading her books.Call her mean names
1. I am a princess. I am a mommy's girl Innocent and preppy and loved by my family. I am done with baby bottles, But only barely. I am still a child.   2. I am an Arizona girl.
  I’m the quiet one who talks too quickly under the bright lights of a school   I’m the one on the sidelines the only one watching without better things to do  
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