Creative Writing : Literary Device Poem

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Literary Device Poem

Write a thirty line poem that has at least ten syllables per line. Your poem must include the use of each of the following literary devices. If you are unfamiliar with any of these terms, look them up online. This assignment is due at the end of the period.

Alliteration
Onomatopoeia
Hyperbole
Simile
Metaphor

Mrs. Ell's class - due at the end of class on Friday.

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Michelle VSeptember 11, 2013 at 2:29 PM
Click click click goes my fingers on the keyboard
my fingers feel like flies buzzing around the keys creating noise
though this noise is pleasant, like rain on a warm summer day
my fingers move as fast as the speed of light on the key board
as I put my ideas on paper as easily as a we eat our own food
The writing on the screen pops up as my fingers move
the words are written, erased, and corrected
my fingers are machines clicking and pushing the letters underneath them
They work and write what my mind tells them to write
The noise around me diminishes and I finally am a zone where nothing but the screen exists
As the words pop up and quickly are across the screen my mind wonders
it wonders to a world were witches and werewolf’s walk among the people
Eventually I’m in this world like Silvertongue in Inkheart
I live in that world, I walk with the people, and breath their air
At first I’m confused and the story is a sloth moving from branch to branch
Then I see the witch and move my hand up for no reason
Water splashes out of the ground and hits the witch and pins her to a wall
She squeals in a high pitch that could damage your ear drums
I look down at my hands that were just on a keyboard typing
What could have happened, why was I in this world
I have no time to think because the witch runs at me with a wand as big as the sky
she tries to hurt me but I step aside and pin her to a wall again with the new found gift
I look at her as she spills everything out to me
She was the most evil witch in the whole kingdom
Every one of her kind was wiped out because of their evil purposes of death and destruction
There were werewolf’s starting to surround me and the witch
I watched as they went up to the witch and started to bring her to their layer and destroy her
then the leader came up to me and thanked for what I had done
He said that the powers that the Aquinas possess are one of the greatest powers of the world
I smile at him and say thank you all of a sudden my hands are back on the keyboard
I stare at the computer and smile as I read that a hundred pages were written
The assignment was twenty but sixty percent more than that was what I wanted
The story was about a girl from a tribe called Aquinas that were almost extinct
She teamed up with the werewolf’s to stop the witches from conquering their world
I look at my piece proudly it was like the story had come to life
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Christian H.September 11, 2013 at 2:33 PM
Rat

The inquisitive rat took a journey beyond his hole
To seek an object that would complete his soul
With his fragile legs he scampered down the hall
Oblivious to his surroundings
In a corner dwelled a villainous cat
Watching the house like a sentry
With its massive claws to enforce its law,
Down its territory the rat embarked
Paying no attention to what awaited
A scent of pure joy
Surrounded by the glow of yellow cheddar
Gripped the cats conscious mind
Like a lion behind its prey
The cat snuck up, with malicious intentions
Frightened by a growing shadow appearing behind
The rat turned to see what he’d find
And what he saw he couldn’t believe
For before him, stood a towering demon
With its claws unleashed for battle
But with two quick motions
The rat was gone,
Down the hall away from the cat
Sadly, after him the feline chased
But with rapid thought processing
The rat devised a plan that would ensure victory
Around a corner and under a couch the rat escaped
Not far behind, the Cat searched
Behind it, it heard a ping of glass
Now it turned, spurred by anger
And down beside a china cabinet stood the rat,
In cocky glory
With quick acceleration the cat charged
But swiftly the rat dodged, leaving the cat to ram the door
In one huge burst, the china crashed
Meanwhile, upstairs a human stirred
Now the rat had gone, leaving a behind a shameful cat
The rodent returned to his hole and watched the event unfold
The cat was punished and its tyranny ended
That rat had experienced success
With having its fill of cheese
And an entertaining site to see
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UnknownSeptember 11, 2013 at 2:34 PM
All the bees buzzing they’re bouncing around
A quiet little sound that ticks next to the ear
A sound that is an annoyance like a tick tock
A bee is small but can attack just as hard as a lion
A bee can kill, a lion may kill too
A bee can be quiet; a quality of a mouse
All these insects travel around the world
A little sound can sound like a boom bang boom
A sound with our feet sounds like nothing to us
All we do is squish and squash these little bugs
All they can do is have fear towards these things that kill them
As a human we don’t feel a difference
A human would feel the difference if we weren’t the top dog
All insects feel the difference they are afraid of these things above them
Around we go with being murderers without caring
Away we run to everywhere killing insects without knowing
Almost all girls are afraid of these little insects
All you may hear sometimes are the screams of girls
All of them running around in panic yelling for help
All these little insect may not cause any harm
A girl doesn’t care at all, it crawls is a disgusting idea
As long as a living thing crawls or slithers around; they will most likely hate it
All these insects are hated by majority of the population
All a person can do is stomp these bugs around
A crush, a squash, a buzz, an annoying sound
All the annoyance of bugs are things that people can’t stand
A final crawl of a bug going through a house
A human and a bug can’t live in peace
Al least most humans and bugs can’t
A human will kill a bug; they annoy most humans
A final bug goes through the air before a squash is heard
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UnknownSeptember 11, 2013 at 2:35 PM
As he neared the cabin he could see what looked like a frail trapdoor to a basement sticking out from underneath a carpet that had been resting askew for god knows how long. He could see a few pieces of the wooden door already broken, so he decided it was his best shot. He leapt over the crumbled side of the cabin and cannon balled into the trapdoor, bracing for impact.
The wood splintered around him, jagged edges tearing apart his shirt and his back, followed by the jolting pain of a rocky dirt floor; So much for that whole catching his breath thing. A quick glance around the room revealed little to his liking. All that he could see were dirt walls, an exceedingly dark tunnel, and an altar with a few candles lit around it.
Boy howdy, that doesn’t trigger any red flags.
Not wanting to risk the tunnel, or cave, or whatever it was, he quickly crawled behind the altar and propped himself against it. He closed his eyes and took deep, slow breaths as quietly as he could. What was this thing? He hadn’t caught a glimpse of it so he had absolutely no idea what it was. He still maintained that it wasn’t human because humans weren’t capable of leaping from tree to tree like that unless they were really good at gymnastics, and if Cirque Du Soleil was chasing him he would just feel silly.
He heard the things surprisingly light footsteps above him, slowly exploring the ruins for its prey. He felt his muscles tighten as it neared the trapdoor in the center of the room. He didn’t close it, did he? A loud thud against the dirt floor of the cellar answered his question. Well, shit. He wanted to take a peek so badly, but in no way was he about to let curiosity kill the cat. This cat isn’t like the ones in the horror movies that get themselves killed by doing stupid stuff.
He kept his breathing rhythmic and quiet, trying to stay as calm and still as possible. The musty smell and thick, dirty feel of the cellar was getting to him, and it was starting to get difficult to keep his eyes open with all of the dust floating around. He listened for the footsteps again, hearing nothing for the longest time. Maybe it saw him and was just toying with him again? Answering his thought came the echoes of someone walking on stone. It went into the cave! Holy hell, how did that work?
He put his hands on his knees and pushed himself up to his feet, still exhausted from the run. As he turned towards the trapdoor, he was met with not one, but two figures glaring at him on the other side of the altar. One was a taller male, not huge, but built enough to be intimidating. The other, a petite looking female, had piercing red eyes staring through him. Of course, the former was literally right in front of him.
“You didn’t walk into the cave, did you?” He asked, trying to laugh of his inevitable death.
“Nope,” the girl chuckled, “that was my friend here. You were kinda fast, so I didn’t know how much of a threat you were.”
“You were the one chasing me?”
The man grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him across the room, destroying more wooden planks and knocking up more dust than before. At this point, all he could do was lie on the ground as the man stood over him and watch as his fist broke his face.
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UnknownSeptember 11, 2013 at 2:56 PM
I was quickly convinced, I quickly believed but that all changed as soon as I was set free of my innocence

I used to believe beauty was born beyond what people can see, then I was compared to a beautiful girl and that stopped making sense

There was a time I believed that I was pretty, for my mom told me that lovely lie every single day

She said I was pretty on the outside, pretty in the inside; beautiful in every little way

Then one day Marissa, cruel Marissa shattered that belief and broke it in half

Her words contradicted what my mom made me think, I started to cry and Marissa started to laugh

She said no one wanted to be my friend because I was not like her

So I went on and on, looking for an answer because I didn’t know how to be her, or at least I was not too sure

I had an idea of why everyone liked her; she was popular, sure of her and definitely not shy

She was tall, skinny, and always wore sparkly clothes but I could not obtain all that even if I did give it a try

I asked a girl how to be like Marissa and all I got was, “Well you have to be awesome and you have to be beautiful.”

So I started to wonder what made her that way, she was nothing like me and I thought I was beautiful but I did not know a beautiful girl could be that cruel

I didn’t know stepping over others and poking fun at me to make people like her made Marissa pretty and fun to be with

A flood of thoughts inundated my mind and it was that day that I realized what my mother told me was nothing short of a myth

It’s awful to think that I was told a whole bunch of lies, now I know that every mom will tell her little girl that she is pretty…but not that it’s only in her eyes

It was true was Marissa said, it was true that I did not have any friends and her words hit me like a storm that the truth made me realize

I did not have any friends because there was nothing about me to be liked, I was shy and not mean, and my style was not right

I was only liked at home but that had nothing to do with how I looked, I could never be beautiful on the outside and this I could not fight

People make their own definition of what being beautiful is and to this day I don’t know if anyone thinks so because they might say I am but it might not be true

It’s like knowing a falling tree will go BOOM even if you weren’t there to hear it, you know beautifulness exists even though you haven’t seen it in you

It silly because it has been a whole bunch of years since, you’d think I’d be over it but inside my mind her words still exist

A person can be pretty but I am not even close, there’s some things I need to feel beautiful…I could make you a list

You can tell me otherwise, and I still would not believe

You can tell me a million reasons why and this idea would still be impossible for my mind to conceive

What is even more ironic is that I can find beauty in every boy or girl, you could give me a classroom and I’ll find beauty in them all

Pretty personality, luscious long locks, big brown eyes, perfect sized nose, and model-like tall

I can point out perfect features and convince just about anybody that they’re lucky to be them, and they’ll believe because they would know that it all comes from within

It just doesn’t make any sense when it comes to judging me…nothing is ok, I can never win

I must confess I have a problem that I cannot seem to fix; I treat myself as if I’m Marissa, and convince myself that I’m not good enough

I was quickly convinced, I quickly believed and I miss being misled, because after the day believing that I am beautiful is nothing short of tough
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AbigailSeptember 11, 2013 at 9:19 PM
If I could

As she read the final number,
I awoke from my poor slumber.
“We won, we won, we won!” my sister roared.
As I watched her I adored.
Click click went the phone,
As I dialed my mom to tell her of how my bank account has flown.
“What now?” she asked.
Well to be honest I was taken aback.
I began to wonder what I would do
I felt as though I had bitten off more than I could chew.
Decisions, for me, are always difficult,
For I always feel no matter what I do I am at fault.
College, cars, savings, and the lot,
A billion dollars is a lot.
"Homework, school, work are not fun,
You should celebrate in the sun!"
Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I would help refurbish the school so it wasn't like we were living in the sticks.
The answer was obvious, the school needed attention,
And maybe this way I would be exempt from detention.
The bathrooms, halls, and classrooms were fading fast.
I still cared, even though most my time here had passed.
Lights, costumes, props, sound, stage and more,
The auditorium would need new floors.
Of course, central air is a must,
Next would be to clear out all the dust.
After that I would continue with my plans,
To get drivers Ed some minivans.
Biology, chemistry, and physics are important too,
Lab equipment and computers for all of you.
Math calculators can be expensive.
And without them the written work can be extensive.
Old English books are older than time,
And be warned, there is a fine.
All of this I would fix,
And still have leftovers for the mix.
All of this I would do,
For my sister, not for you.
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David JohnsonSeptember 11, 2013 at 9:44 PM
Football is a war on the gridiron
Each play is like a shot to the heart
Every down is a stepping stone towards victory
Every turnover is like dying and being reborn again the next play
Your brothers on that line are your brothers in battle
Every chunk of yards is a shot at the enemy’s pride
Every chunk you lose is a shot at your own
You must take anything and everything you can get
You must be willing to make sacrifices
You must be willing to give yourself up for the greater good
When you lose, it is a feeling like no other
Being defeated after everything you have done
Coming up short is like losing your life
If you should lose, let it be by the code
With faith and honor held at its highest point
Cheer as you watch the winners pass by on their own bus
Winning is a whole other story though
Winning on game can mean so much at times
It is like holding up the Lombardi Trophy on the spot
A victory makes me feel like I could lift up the world
Letting everyone else know that you belong, you can compete, contend and be consistent
The feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction at its finest
The claps, cracking and smashing of the pads
The echoes of every whistle after every play
The chants of the crowd cheering the players on
The beating drums and screeching instruments from the band play
Thump! Just like that another play is underway
Football is a game of warriors, of who wants it more
How will you be remembered, why will you be remembered?
Leave your mark, leave your legacy behind
This is the football lifestyle, that is just how it is
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Charlie SawyerSeptember 11, 2013 at 11:03 PM
Which is it that is worth more: silently standing on the sidelines, or championing, like soldiers in every aspect of your life?
As they say, silence can often speak louder than words.
To protest war, why become what you despise; violent?
Peaceful pioneers have changed history with their stoic solemnity
While still maintaining their drive, they remained as a cloud, quiet, but noticeably present
However, at what point must we turn to action?
At what time is action, say, justified?
What is it that drives humanity to step out at the risk of oneself or those around him?
The depravity and greed of others
Love and affection, or possibly hatred and spite
Our desire to insert ourselves into conflicts that aren’t ours
Overcomes any passivity that could ever exist
They circumstances were extenuating
They say it will pay off in the end
Because of that, are we, as they say, better off?
Because of that, are they, as they say, better off?
But more importantly, who can answer that question?
Who can be made the winner in this equation?
After all, there are only two letters that separate victor and victim
A ruthless ruler, his oppressive oligarchy
The battered bourgeoisie, the helpless, beaten, and damned
We rush to their aid without a second thought
However, which side are we really taking?
The pride, the sense of security, and the resemblance of normalcy, shattered
How will we ever know whether or not we’re helping?
Well, even if we do, what will we do about it?
Will we continue our course, naively believing that we know what’s best
Or will we swallow our pride and admit that we don’t know
We don’t know who they are or what they need
And that we ourselves hardly know who we are
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UnknownSeptember 12, 2013 at 1:55 PM
POW, is the last sound heard after the gun shot. The room goes silent.
Before a cry or sweep could seep out of a living soul everyone just looked with distress on their faces.
Almost as if the worst thing in the world just happened.
None of us thought the trigger would actually get pulled.
That trigger is what took the life. It’s what released the bullet that stole the life.
We thought it was just an act. We didn’t fathom of him pulling it and taking away his life.
That life is gone, never to come back, never to be heard of again, nor seen, it was gone.
Everyone just sat there; starring, not sure of what to do yet.
Then the pause button on life gets put back on play.
The cries start to pour in; a few screams get let out.
The mass crowd runs toward the lifeless body that just laid there.
If only we could have done more to prevent the tragic event from happening.
However, no one saw it coming; it was out of the blue. Unexpected.
No one was able to grasp the idea on why he did it.
Why would this pitiful man take away his life?
He needed to think it through, but he didn’t and that’s why this happened.
If only one of us could have gone back in time and fixed all the errors of the situation.
If only we could do that, we’d still be happy; we wouldn’t be morning the loss right now.
If only one of us could go get help it would make the situation somewhat better.
But we couldn’t no matter how hard we tried.
We were held hostage in this cold, dark basement that got even colder with the dead body.
The loss of an exceptional person that was taken away right in front of our eyes.
It was as if nothing in life mattered anymore.
This was a nightmare. We were trapped up in the middle of nowhere to watch a man take away the life of someone we all loved.
The pure evil that this man held deep inside him was ridiculous.
How could he enjoy the death of another person and the endless tears of people all around him?
We just all sat there; some crying, some angry, and some that were just lifeless.
Was this man going to take our lives next?
I was in such disgust with this man. All I could do was just spit in him face.
From that moment on I disowned my brother.
He was not family anymore. Family doesn’t kill other family member’s and life off their pain and tears.
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Ryan TunisonSeptember 12, 2013 at 2:03 PM
Ryan P. Tunison
“Doom, do-doom,” sung out your heart in a desperate cry,
Like an atomic bomb at the last count, ready to detonate,
Prepared to lay all your dreams to ruin no matter how hard you try,
Not destruction of yourself you fear, but those you love it will terminate,
Erased from your life, out of reach and out of hope,
Till morrow comes and you see little will grow,
Nor can you redirect with the pulling of the rope,
Falling faster now as the oarsmen begin to row,
Time is not steadfast you see, devouring all that falls into its great void,
Crumbling ceaselessly are the options you sing in your great ballad,
Hatred and selfishness in your soul are all but devoid,
Altruistic to the ones who take and do not give to you my dear lad,
Trapped in the theatre you are limited to such a minuscule stage,
Instead I beg of you to burn the world clear of all hindrance,
Carry the flame, awake anew within its light, forget all useless rage,
May you embark on your journey, however blocked by a Lover’s trance.
So be it than, take what you want, take Her as your own,
Her beauty as it surpasses any other, may it grow ever radiant in the sun,
All the world is the stage now and let it be known,
Shout out in the streets where it be heard, express yourself, fear not and dare not run,
Detach yourself from societies' conformity, leave now to conquer that romance,
Deplore dark and dastardly secrets that you wish never to learn,
Rather hold Her dear and hold Her close, charge forward to your dreams with a raised lance,
Take the risk and pull Her close till warmth is touched, whisper for She is all you yearn,
Forget the one who claims Her now, instead look yonder to your near future,
Smother your morals and think more of yourself, however unjust it must seem,
All but good shall come from it, look to the light and the things you will nurture,
Traverse hither too, unto the woman you cherish, promise that your home will teem,
With life anew and your two lives growing old, take that vow unto quietus,
Infuse now a life of immortal love in this life as suggested in a rich prospectus.
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UnknownSeptember 12, 2013 at 2:10 PM
The things one sees during free-fall can be
Quite bizarre. One time I recall leaping
Out of a seven-forty-seven, for
Business purposes, of course; and I could
Not believe my eyes. Below me was a
Sea of green. Ah, Iceland in the morning.
“You ready Lee?” asked my pal Jeremy.
Phroosh! The airplane door flung open and the
Wind screeched like a starving pack of jaguars.
I was anxious to reach the bottom and
Complete my task. I looked back at him and
Nodded. Deep breath, I tell myself. Then I
Tighten my straps and dive out the door. My
Mouth makes the effort to close, but I have
Never swallowed fear well. With the odds that
One in one thousand people will not make
It to the ground safely, I could at least
Take solace in my odds of surviving.
I take in a deep breath and release my
Parachute, and pray that it does not break.
Focusing on the ground below, I spot
Cars moving. Whether they are in reverse,
I will never know, but the view from up
Here is so peculiar. I spied whales
That seemed to be sunbathing, and the trees
Could very well have been dancing to “My
Heart Will Go On.” But one thing that I am
Positive I saw was a dachshund in
A hot air balloon approaching me as if
To say hello. It stared at me and I
Stared back, wondering just how this could be.
Then the wind picked me up and took the dog
Away. This was the strangest occurrence
I witnessed in free-fall, by far. As I
Floated to the ground below, the wind picked
Up so fast that I just about made my
Way to Asia. Oh, the things one sees in
Free-fall can be quite strange for the sky scene.

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Emily Nieliwocki September 12, 2013 at 2:27 PM
The seriously sad students sat secluded in the small school
Hotter than the sun was the school in September
Tick tick tick went the clock sweating on the wall
The minutes felt like hours passing so slowly
They prayed that the end was near not it was not even close
Constant heat poured through the windows in the small classroom
The noise of the fan drowned on and on and on
No one could focus on the test we had to take
Looking at the clock only made time go slower if possible
Only if we had air conditioning it would make life better
There was no way to escape the blazing heat
It had to be the longest 44 minutes of their young lives
The boring teacher’s monotone voice dragged on in the hot air
An eternity it was sitting on those blue desk chairs
Counting down the time is all we could do
The teacher said put your pencils down
I was in a panic my test was not finished
I am going to fail is all I though
The afternoon announcements came on
Freedom was the moment when we heard to bell
The class was a stampede to the door
Screaming and shouting filled the small halls
Pushing and shoving to get the lockers
Slam slam went the little green locker doors
Books and papers filled the halls
Outside was still extremely hot
Outside was so much better then inside school
Finally I could go was what make me so happy
I could take nap in the air conditioning of my room
All the homework I had made me sad

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UnknownSeptember 12, 2013 at 2:37 PM
I started off as a natural rubber.
Plain and brown, I was as dark as the leave pot’s dirt.
One of the billions of pieces in the factory.
I thought to myself, what would become of me?
Anything would bring me an adventure.
I waited patiently but I was never picked.
I was the last one picked during gym class.
Finally, I felt more movement in my surroundings.
Then the ticker turned twice, it came my way.
After an eternity, there was a light on me.
Boom! Boom! Boom! I felt myself growing. Boom!
I was getting wrapped, taped, boxed, marked, and shipped.
On my way I went! But I didn’t know where.
It was a long, cold trip, very dark and lonely.
There was no way for me to tell the time or distance.
After a stop, I felt my small home thrown.
I traveled in it without being able to protect myself.
Placed lightly on a straight surface, I smelt peace.
Now it was time to see the light again!
Where would I be? I didn’t have a clue.
There had been many different stories spread.
Some of us where never seen or heard of again.
I was afraid. Would there be others like me?
To my surprise I was filled with thousands of my kind!
There were some similar and some identical to me.
I had passed the first two stages of my life.
I was fully developed and now I had a new home.
I peeked at the mirror to take a look at myself.
I wasn’t the biggest, but I wasn’t the smallest.
I admired my size and was amazed at my looks.
I was proud of the colorful shoe I had become.
It was time to wait to be picked from this shoe store.
After an owner claimed me, my next adventure would unravel.
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UnknownSeptember 13, 2013 at 1:18 PM
His priceless ambition
His pride never breaks
He loves the
Sweat dripping from his face from hard work, His emotion ties
Him in to this but he loves the thrill of
His blood
Pumping endlessly and
He never forgets
His ambition which is the
Only thing that got him here, and he has plenty of obligations
To fulfill, he is filled of
Gratitude

Nothing else was on his mind but winning
He isn’t
Worried by his competition, because he has nothing to lose but everything
To gain, winning is a must for him it’s
All he ever wanted do, the
Ambition and determination that drives him is tremendous, his only
Flaw is his strong willed pride, that’s the only thing
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UnknownSeptember 13, 2013 at 1:34 PM
She said she did not want to go outside,
She stayed inside the house watching movies,
It was like she wanted to be alone,
Her friend came over and made her happy,
They wanted to do something tonight,
So they got ready and started walking,
They ended up at taco bell to eat,
After that they went to a friend’s house,
Their friend was having a party,
So they stayed the night there and danced,
They were dancing to the music all night,
She forgot the reason why she was sad,
Her friends never seen her smile so much,
She was the happiest person over there,
That morning she went out with her mom,
They went shopping for clothing,
After she went to clean the house,
She went to sleep after that,
Her mom started to look for her,
She wasn’t answering her cell phone,
So her mom got worried and ran home,
Her mom was running like she was in track,
Just to find out she was sleeping,
She was sleeping beauty that day,
She slept the whole day away,
Not making a sound in the house,
Being as quite as a mouse,
Waking up with so much energy,
Making much more sound than she did,
The next day she forgot everything that happened
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Kirsten WilsonSeptember 13, 2013 at 1:42 PM
As I watched the clouds pass by me in the blue sky
It started to get very dark by the clouds that came by
The dark clouds came approaching very fast
The big black clouds brought much thunder and rain
I noticed the little kids starting to run away
I looked at my garden and saw the flowers so dry
They needed the rain to come back again
The dark clouds brought wind that was very strong
It started to blow my wind chimes that played a great tune
I looked up to see the dark clouds
They looked to be fighting in the sky
The blue sky was completely gone and there was no more light
I did not see any birds flying by me
All the animals went away looking for shelter where they could lay
I looked around one more time before I went inside
The thunder roared bam bang and rumbled away
The thunder was scary like a bomb has went off
The lightning came down to the ground and sizzled
That lighting took my breath away and then I turned to go inside
It was nice and warm inside just like the fall
I was nice and cozy while the storm was going on
The storm was loud and very windy
The trees looked like they were in a panic
I can still here the wind chime outside in the wind
They beautiful music made me feel so safe from this storm
I fell asleep in my room to awake to no thunder
I got out of bed and looked outside to see the blue sky
I walked outside to look around and nothing was damaged
My wind chime wasn’t making anymore music and my flowers looked alive
I saw the birds flying around, chirping as they are flying
I sat back down and looked around and the kids were back to playing
The storm was over and there I was, looking at the blue sky

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UnknownSeptember 13, 2013 at 1:44 PM
Often, our oppressions are caused by ourselves.
Sitting in solitude, simply alone
Is how humans hibernate even if they’re not.
We watch Willy Wonka and live in the moment,
But how is it possible to live when
We wish for what we don’t have instead of working for it.
The bees are busy buzz-ing outside while we listen to the buzz of our TVs.
We bang on the cells of our self-made prisons,
Shouting for more soup instead of a way out.
The riiiiing of your alarm goes off, but you refuse to leave,
Taking the key and locking yourself in your cell.
Spending all day sleeping in and catching those Zzzzz’s
But still you claim, “I could sleep for a year”
So you try to hibernate like a bear
But bears go and explore the wide, open world.
You’re too scared, you’re a timid Chihuahua,
Not a big, tough grizzly bear that runs the woods.
You wish you had the courage to act on
The tough words you spit to your friends, but you don’t.
If you do, take that key and unlock your cell.
And if you threw that key away, devoid of determination to leave,
You built that cell with shows and games and silly pictures,
So you have the power to knock it down.
Toss one game to the side and then another
And now you have a door, a way into the world.
You can live those games you played or take
Part in those shows you envied, wishing you could be that hero.
Take pictures of something meaningful or
Use the world as your personal canvas.
Often, our oppressions are caused by ourselves and only we can let ourselves free.
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Totiana JoyeSeptember 13, 2013 at 1:44 PM
The moon shining brightly in the night sky
Elegantly taking the sun’s glory
Illuminating the darkness in a lovely fashion
Her beautiful tale hidden by night clouds
They cover and lock her away like they’re jealous of her shine
Somehow she finds a way to break through
Fighting desperately Luna is a prisoner
A prisoner of the night
But somehow someway she stays determined
There is hope in her heart that she can break free
Some nights she wins the battle and her light touches every corner
The joyous white streams, beams that touch every space with care
A soft caress that the darkness envies
The others envy her ways of silencing the restless
Of how she can make every last bee stop their buzz
Or quite a brook that wishes to pop
The sun looks down upon Luna and the darkness she brings
He, Sol, never enjoyed her presence or ways
Though they share each other’s light he wishes to take her shine
He wishes to push her very far behind him
Sol envies the way people cherish her and flee from him
He despises the lights that she uses to paint ‘his’ sky
How she looks at the night as a plain black canvas for the stars to paint
Do you wonder why there are night time clouds?
Do you ever question why there is such a thing to ruin the moon’s shine?
Tis Sol in his envious ways waiting
Hoping and truly he is desperately Praying
Just for her to return to her slumber and do something new
Of taking a million years to return
But sadly Sol will never has his day, since Luna is definitely here to stay

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UnknownSeptember 13, 2013 at 1:50 PM
Never knew what kind of person I was until I decided
to strive for greatness.
Its going to be a long and hard process
But I know I can make it.
I don’t have dreams.
Im different than everyone else
Dreams are for those that wish those events or careers
to become reality.
Unlike me im going to reach my goal
No matter what I must endure
I will endure it.
Hard work and dedication is all I can do.
Sometimes I wonder if all this hard work
was really worth it by the end of the road
when im in the middle of failure.
But failure is what you really need to succeed
it’s not about how bad you want something.
How bad you want something it’s meaningless, it’s pointless
If how bad you’re willing to work for the thing you want
Isn’t ten times as intense as how bad you want it.
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BriannaSeptember 13, 2013 at 4:36 PM
The lightning hit the ground and lit up the sky, boom the thunder clapped

The rain fell from the sky like bullets

People running for cover like pray being chased by its predator

The wind whipped the trees around and colorful leaves hit the ground

The sun trying to peak through the clouds was like a lost girl looking for her mom

The clouds disappeared in thin air

The sun found its place, and unveiled the blue sky's

The sun was so bright it burned a whole in the ground

Children cheered and chased each other

Night fell and was clear as day

The stars shinned bright in the sky

The light breeze shaked the branches and there were no leaves left to fall

Dark clouds rolled in again and the wind picked up

The rain slowly started falling and hitting the windows

Lightning the the tree, and it came falling down

The thunder roared and the house shaked

The rain came down harder hitting the window like razor blades

The lightning hit more often the thunder got louder and louder

The storm started getting distant

The rain started to lighten up and the wind died down

The moon and stars started to shine bright again

The sun started to come up and brighten the sky

The birds started singing and flying around

The ground was wet and the road was full of puddles

The cars leaving for work splashed the water onto the sidewalks

Kids played in the puddles splashing each other

The sky was bright and blue with no clouds in the sky

A rainbow crossed the sky and made the everyone smile
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Master JaimeSeptember 14, 2013 at 12:08 AM

A day of despair, bad-luck and disgrace,

The children start crying, confused by their fate.

Not sure where to go, or what happens next,

With diminishing thoughts, the town was in wrecks.

It wasn’t their fault, not one could be blamed

But something happened that evening that left the city inflamed.

Cries came from above; screams shook the whole town,

Not one was amused as the shadows came down.

Quickly and quietly, as a lion to its prey

The event soon to happen would rue the whole day.

They came down in pairs, stepped hand in hand

Each person was silent, no one dared change their stand.

The shadows approached them, their eyes bloodshot red

Each human was certain they soon would be dead.

With the blink of an eye and the Slam of a door

The humans were gone, now aboard the space core.

Sixty-seven silver swept sloths stepped off the ship the next day,

This poem just got weird. I really hope you stay.

No recollection of thoughts, their memories had been swept,

They now became slaves who were far from adept.

The sloths settled in as their skills grew immense

The shadows grew vivid, now the sloths more intense.

"Back home" was no such thing, there was no word of the past

These creatures did their job, a ton of sloths were at last.

But the days still grew on and the sloths obtained power,

The shadows did not know it would soon be their last hour.

Like thieves in the night, the sloths were stealthy in their flight

They moved towards the shadows with hopes of a good night.

The shadows were beaten, bruised, scattered and torn

It all happened so quickly, the sloths were not one to warn.

As the shadows diminished, the sloths began to change back,

With the blink of an eye, they had been put back on track.

Now the tables had turned and the humans were once more,

Not a person recalled what had happened at the close of that door.
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UnknownSeptember 16, 2013 at 1:44 PM
He wears a smile, covering the cracks in his soul.

He feels it like a hurricane,a photograph is all it takes.

With the tears rushing down his face,the memories seep into every crack.

Funny how when you try to forget it, it all comes back.

He looks up and whispers, “Never let me go.”

All his friends tell him he should move on.

There’s no relief.

Her face is like a melody, it won't leave his head.

He’s scared that she won’t be waiting on the other side.

There’s no relief.

Pain like daggers rips through his heart, leaving it bare like the other half of his soul.

No light, no light in those dark blue eyes.

Let’s go back to the start.

When he found her, she never really wanted love.

He told her, “Right here. I swear this is where you're meant to be.”

“Don’t you see you can try to fight it, but it’s meant to be.”

He broke down her walls, letting all her emotions fall.

She never felt love like this before.

Memories come rushing in again, pushing his mind deeper, deeper into staggering pain.

He remembers sweet summer nights, with her laughter filling the air.

He remembers long conversations about whatever came to mind.

He remembers a passionate love.

Now it is nothing more than a memory.

A memory that tortures him.

One that fills him with grief & sorrow.

The pain is hard to take.

It seems like a heavy choice to make.

Now he is under.

It’s so cold but so sweet.

He whispers, “I’m not giving up, I’m just giving in.”
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