There once was a boy
Who had a toy.
The toy was a sub
That went in the tub.
Then one day it started to float
Because it was actually a boat.
The boy
Then didn't like the toy.
Then later that day it went in the trash
Then got smashed.
Now the toy is no more.
Noah S.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, May 21, 2010
Nick Hope Rules
Nick
Incredible
Cool
Kick (soccer)
Happy
Outstanding
People person
Easy
Race car fast
Unbelievable
Lucky
Evil
Soccer
Incredible
Cool
Kick (soccer)
Happy
Outstanding
People person
Easy
Race car fast
Unbelievable
Lucky
Evil
Soccer
Poems From The Mind Of Molly
Married to Becky
Runs everyday
Good teacher
Owner of 4 cats
Excited to learn
Reads a lot
Educational
Nice
Digital
Magnificent
Organized
Likes school
Laughs a lot
Yellow is my favorite color
Studying
Tardies
Underestimated
Detensions
Energy
Naughty sometimes
Timely
Socializing
Schedules
Classrooms
Homeroom
Organized by binders
Oppurtunities
Learning
Many friends
Independent lockers
Dean
Desire to exceed
Leaders
Educational
Students
Change classes
Homework
Oppurtunities
Organization
Learning
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Miles, Miles, Miles, and Miles to Go!
Oh how I hate running running the mile, sometimes it takes my brain awhile. To file. How stuiped the mile is. I mean who cares how long it takes us to run around a track, over and over, and over, and over again? When I run the mile it feels like it will never end! The mile dosent feel like 1 mile it feels like many miles long. It is so much tortcher, and pain, and so wrong! And I hate the mile, it dissolves my smile:)
chandler,w
chandler,w
We Love Basketball
Basketball is
Awesome and
Sweet. The
Key is to win. People
Egging you on
To win the
Basketball game
All your teammates
Lying down to rest. They all
Love basketball.
Awesome and
Sweet. The
Key is to win. People
Egging you on
To win the
Basketball game
All your teammates
Lying down to rest. They all
Love basketball.
The Chance Called Life
The wind in my hair
The trees everywhere
The moon,
not in sight,
This is a day,
not a night,
To be heard
Is to not be seen,
But to be listened to.
Beneath what lies within our hearts,
Is glorious love,
Glorious
Faith.
There are lives out there,
Dependent on nature for a way of living,
Yet not the nature like trees, and plants,
But the nature in the glorious love,
And the glorious Faith.
No matter what we learn from our lives,
The most important thing,
Is to keep living,
Even if that means giving up what is ours to save a land,
Or hoping for others to work out there plans,
Or living in sync, but trying to see the reality in life,
Well, you know what I mean,
Like when daffodils bloom in the summery tomb of the rich, and soft soil,
The only thing there to be separating the stem from the ground beneath him.
But life is not to be taken for granted,
If you look at an angry, or sad person,
They take it as not an advantage at all.
I take life as a chance to prove myself,
My words can have depth, or be as shallow as the little puddle that I saw,
This morning, yet there was not a rain for miles,
Why is there dew on the beautiful roses,
Why are there petals such a bright, but dark maroon,
With the wind in my hair,
With the moon here in sight,
This plentiful day,
Has turned into a night.
The trees everywhere
The moon,
not in sight,
This is a day,
not a night,
To be heard
Is to not be seen,
But to be listened to.
Beneath what lies within our hearts,
Is glorious love,
Glorious
Faith.
There are lives out there,
Dependent on nature for a way of living,
Yet not the nature like trees, and plants,
But the nature in the glorious love,
And the glorious Faith.
No matter what we learn from our lives,
The most important thing,
Is to keep living,
Even if that means giving up what is ours to save a land,
Or hoping for others to work out there plans,
Or living in sync, but trying to see the reality in life,
Well, you know what I mean,
Like when daffodils bloom in the summery tomb of the rich, and soft soil,
The only thing there to be separating the stem from the ground beneath him.
But life is not to be taken for granted,
If you look at an angry, or sad person,
They take it as not an advantage at all.
I take life as a chance to prove myself,
My words can have depth, or be as shallow as the little puddle that I saw,
This morning, yet there was not a rain for miles,
Why is there dew on the beautiful roses,
Why are there petals such a bright, but dark maroon,
With the wind in my hair,
With the moon here in sight,
This plentiful day,
Has turned into a night.
The Pie Guy
Hello guy you got some pie on your thigh.
Hello guy you will die without some pie off your thigh.
Hello guy you will fly if you don't die without pie off your thigh.
Hello guy you haven't eaten any pie, oh my, oh my.
Hello guy what kind of pie?
Hello guy would you like fry pie?
Hello gut did you say you'd rather die?
Hello guy then don't have any pie.
Hello guy or do you want some pie?
Hello guy you don't want pie?!
Hello gut you could've just said so.
Noah T.
Hello guy you will die without some pie off your thigh.
Hello guy you will fly if you don't die without pie off your thigh.
Hello guy you haven't eaten any pie, oh my, oh my.
Hello guy what kind of pie?
Hello guy would you like fry pie?
Hello gut did you say you'd rather die?
Hello guy then don't have any pie.
Hello guy or do you want some pie?
Hello guy you don't want pie?!
Hello gut you could've just said so.
Noah T.
My Spring
Spring, spring, oh wonderful spring,
It makes me want to sing,
While I eat my chicken wing.
In the Spring I have a friend,
His name is Mr. Ben,
He has a special friend that is a wren,
And oh, by the way, he is a hen.
In the spring the leafs on the trees are blooming green,
All the flowers make such a beautiful seen.
Maddie r.
It makes me want to sing,
While I eat my chicken wing.
In the Spring I have a friend,
His name is Mr. Ben,
He has a special friend that is a wren,
And oh, by the way, he is a hen.
In the spring the leafs on the trees are blooming green,
All the flowers make such a beautiful seen.
Maddie r.
Roller coaster
My life, My life
A roller coaster
Up, down, side, side
No stopping
No turning back
Which roller coaster will I take?
The story of my life.
By:Grace M.
A roller coaster
Up, down, side, side
No stopping
No turning back
Which roller coaster will I take?
The story of my life.
By:Grace M.
Mr. Snail
Mr. Snail slithered out to get his mail
But he stumbled across a dog's furry tail.
The dog’s tail was full of wiggly lice
Which Mr. Snail mistook for white rice.
So he called his best pal, Mr. Ant
Who came to dine with Mr. Snail and brought a side of eggplant.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Beautiful is Back
S inging birds
P etunias
R aining over head
I ce is gone
N ature returns
G reen grass
Ian C.
P etunias
R aining over head
I ce is gone
N ature returns
G reen grass
Ian C.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Sick of Being Sick
I'm sick of being sick,
obviously I'm ticked.
All I want to do is sleep,
but I can't help to just weep.
When I go to the toilet to upchuck,
I get a taste in my mouth that makes me say yuck.
I'm almost well,
but I just fell.
But that's a different story,
and I don't want this to get boring,
so...
THE END.
obviously I'm ticked.
All I want to do is sleep,
but I can't help to just weep.
When I go to the toilet to upchuck,
I get a taste in my mouth that makes me say yuck.
I'm almost well,
but I just fell.
But that's a different story,
and I don't want this to get boring,
so...
THE END.
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