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"Jabberwocky"
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=Poetry Poets Poems = = = = Annoyed Alex Santangelo =

I am so annoyed With my feelings someone has toyed I am so terribly mad That was such an annoying lad I truly hate that Floyd

Ode to Grass Alex Santangelo

The green shoots Spring Out of the ground. White caps below Their green crowns. The unappreciated King of earth and Beautifier of homes, Makes me want to Scream and shout Once it needs to be mowed, But makes the perfect Pillow On a warm summer’s day. Grass Works it magic in every place.

Civitaquana Alex Santangelo The massive range of mountains Serve as the backdrop, For the small stucco home. The smell of farm animals Strongly occupy the air around me. The sound of goats braying And Central Italian slang Fill my eardrums. This is where I’m from This is home.

Tall Tale Adam Cimpeanu

A Failure to See Adam Cimpeanu I close my eyes, and watch the sun. My mind’s eye opens; sight suddenly transcends all stars and galaxies thought suddenly transcends all reason. I envision a place. Its image is shy and only appears in dream-like flashes. It is unattainably perfect. It feels natural but not normal. Though contained, it knows not limit. It is, not appears, to be a large circular surface. This plane rests on a majestic support, one that is molded out of an ore of inspiration. Its height is not relevant. Vista is created by a blend of sky and a dash of horizon. The creative mind will paint these details. The enlightened mind will leave them unattended. All that is clear, and all that is unclear, is the sun. Its presence is felt everywhere at once. Its presence creates a place so bright to the eyes, That only the blind can see the perfection. How can such a place be a state of mind? Open you mind’s eye And you will see.

"Haunted House" by Mackenzie Duncan

Chills running down your spine You can remember the time The anxiety that creates Makes you think of your fate

No place to hide You try to bottle it up inside You try to stand still But you start shaking against your will

You feel that someone is close behind but you are confined You try to get out By trying to shout

Your friends try to comfort you You know that this is not true This is fake Relax for goodness sake

A ghost jumps out at you You don’t know what to do You know ghosts aren’t real But you cant help what you feel.

When you get out of the house And you squeal like a mouse now you see You are free From fear.

"Ode to poems" by Mackenzie Duncan

When you read a poem, it wants you to become Trapped. it wants you to smell, the soft and warm cookies just coming from the oven. it wants the smell To be W A F T I N G

T R A V E L I N G Into your nostrils. Breath it in.

The poem wants you to feel Feel the pain From a hot stove Searing into your skin. Take it in.

The poem wants you to hear The birds chirping, The cars humming by, Through a frantic thunderous city. Listen to it.

The poem wants you to see The happiness From winning the soccer game The pride The joy The glory The smiles on everyone face. Cherish the happiness.

The poem wants you to taste The ice cream Melting upon Your taste buds The sweet Perfection. Enjoy the taste.

Lastly, the poem wants you to understand The meaning of the food The cars The game The message Hidden within few lines clear or unclear connect relate remember what these memories were like for you.

In a poem You become Trapped Engaged Consumed By what it Truly means.

"Atlantis" by Mackenzie Duncan

A land “under the sea” Surrounded by the serene Beautiful blue abiss Enveloping its sides

Sand as soft as snow Slips through your fingertips It is a blanket For the sweltering heat

Being able to swim With some of the most captivating creatures In the deep blue sea Their skin soft and smooth

Extravegant living style Waking up to another sunny day Covered in the satiny sheets The comfort of home

Walking out the front door, New experiences A once in a lifetime trip A place I will never forget

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"Sanctuary" By: Dan Stephans

There is a spot where you can go, Where no one but you can know, It will remain a spot ever so, Only a place where you can go,

This is the Sanctuary.

A place where your emotional feelings, Are safe from the outside world’s dealings, All the thoughts unkind or kind, Are safe from the world in this part of your mind.

This is Home.

"What Once Was" By: Dan Stephans

What once was love, is now hate, A man can't bear this emotional weight, He can't come to terms with this horrific fate, He thought he had found his soul mate, But, what once was love, is now hate.

Who once were friends, are now foes, After an exchange of verbal blows, Their friendship came to a close, And that just goes to show, Who once were friends, are now foes,

What once was life, is now death, Ending after one, terminal breath, Others' lives may go on, But one's life is gone, What once was life, is now death,

What once was, is now gone.

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" The Ways Of Love" By: Gabriella Starkey

One person always suffers In every good relationship But to tell you the truth I only have one tip: The pain and the arguing Is worth it in the end And god made it so Another person has a broken heart to mend The tears come so easily You try to replay each glance But you are alone now You are never given that chance. Do the things you love Be with those who care Don't be angry with god now He thinks it's only fair. Imagine the future Imagine your life Imagine what will happen Once you make it through all of this strife. It goes uphill from here The sun is ascending above Be strong boys and girls These are just the ways of Love.

"Cake and Wrists" By: Gabriella Starkey

The sharp blade on the 10-inch long knife Was the answer to all my prayers And the end to all my strife This blade could cut a child’s birthday cake Just the same as my wrists It could draw the most vile solution The most necessary ingredient of my body Through my skin and my protective shell The emotions and the pain would flow In this river down my hands Would it help? Frosting and smiles both dress a face nicely But you never know how the cake tastes Or how a person feels until you look inside.

"Beautiful Chaos" By: Gabriella Starkey

I consider my home a sanctuary A place where I can be myself Around those I choose to be with Those who relate to me A place where 3 gallons of beer are bought per second And sausages and pizza are the main course Ice is the most loved material here And it is a place where I can exercise my voice I yell with anger But for a positive reason A place I am entertained And silenced by beauty One man completes his job like an angel And others more like a bull in a china shop. It is irrelevant This place is my home And I am always myself here. This is where I want to be And I am forever free.

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 "Winter Came Back To Soon" I stood alone Waiting for you to see me Your back was turned away I could feel the cold breeze against my skin I attempt to make a sound But only air comes out My head gets light, eyes watery I promised myself I would stay strong. Reaching out to tap your shoulder Just so you could turn around You move My heart races, my chance is coming A white flake lands on my eyelash Melts slowly down my face Slowly breathing I attempt to take a step, Someone else comes along Im torn Placing themself right beside you You turn but not enough Only to see the new neighbor. Give up my mind says But I can't I gave in to fast Your eyes had taken my heart to quickly I pretend like I dont care You dont exist Imaginary Your gone Like a snowflake

“A HERSHEY’S KISS”

I open up a silver wrapper pulling out the white strip with baby blue writing. My fingers pinch the chocolate delight, dropping it in my mouth like a football to the quarterbacks arms. It slowly melts on my tongue, a sweet sensation soar

Shelly Deroski

“When the world looks back, when the face looks after that” -Sufjan Stevens by shelby mastrodicasa

It is where

Laughing and smiling and exist

Where sparkling water can be seen for miles

Where you and I talk for hours

It is where

We explored

And found the forbidden

We dove into water as free fish and came up with hooks

Never to be removed

It was where

it started

“Light me with your candle and watch the flames grow high” - Devendra Banhart by shelby mastrodicasa

A deed is done The mind is lost I feel the same

Fun is had Balance departs I feel the same

Their tears are shed They walk away I feel the same

Lights are flashed Speed is gained I feel the same

Eyes are opened Smiles are hidden I feel the same

Worry takes over Questions are asked I feel the same

Consequences set in Resistance arises I feel the same

Lucifer enters Expressions change I feel better

Trust has faded, love is gone I am gone I am the same

-Tegan and Sara by shelby mastrodicasa Red puddles at my feet I am dripping with it
 * “This is me before I come undone, this is me before I fall apart.” **

Yet I don’t stop I won’t stop Weakness is not tolerated in this box They gravitate towards strength

These open sores never seem to heal And never will Every time I enter the ring they just get worse But once you’re in there’s no way out.

Their down but I don’t slow They suffer my blows

I am numb to the pain Cutting in even deeper

I’m surrounded Some cheering Some betting

At the time it seems fine But after I feel the same

Maybe I could change Be sweet and warm as I was before Ha. Corruption doesn’t reconcile You will leak again

I crave it. I want it. I need it.

Don’t trust me.

“Let me free”

Kill or be killed.

"Ode to a Blanket" Allegra Terhorst

When I am shivering, Like a lost dog Left out in the rain, You enclose me In your warm, soft arms And your gentle embrace Makes me feel As though I have all the heat in the world. When I am terrified, Like a lost dog Left out in the rain, You keep me safe From all harm And comfort me With your calming touch So that I know I am the safest in the world. When I am all alone, Like a lost dog Left out in the rain, You become my best friend And wrap me next to Your soothing body So that I know I am not the only one In this seemingly empty room. You give the lost dog Left out in the rain A new home so that If it is shivering, terrified, or all alone, The cold, scared, lonely dog Has you To make him feel better.

"L-O-V-E" Allegra Terhorst

Everything I’m about to say is 100% true. I’ll keep it short and sweet and not too sappy. This poem was only written to make you happy.
 * L**ittle love poem from me to you

I might embarrass myself and make you run away. Please don’t hide, just try to stay. If you leave, I’ll be the one to pay.
 * O**n your left in class is where I sit everyday.

But I’ll try not to be sad or make too much of a fuss. I hate when we are constantly apart, But you’re the only one who holds the key to my heart.
 * V**arious obstacles always separate us,

When you’re around, I want you to stay awhile. My heart is filled with love for you And that, I promise, is 100% true.
 * E**verything about you makes me smile

"My Home in the City" Allegra Terhorst

I live in the city So my backyard is small But everywhere there is grass And the back of my blue house And a tree that stands tall It makes me want to go home

I miss my home Which is in the city Where buildings stand tall And none of them are small Sitting behind my house Where there is a lot of grass

I love the feeling of grass But not as much as I love home Inside my blue house Enclosed by the city I feel so small Surrounded by buildings so tall

I wish I was tall Like backyards wish for grass But grass is so small I want to be home Passing through the city And entering my house

I love my house It stands very tall But different from the city It has a lot of grass Encircling my home Where I feel so small

I hate being small Unlike a house. It is thin, my home Thin and tall Enclosed by grass And the big city

My Hometown in the Summer By Elizabeth Kim The golden sun shines down And cloudy skies clear up Friends wave and say "What'sup" In this sweet cozy town.

Houses painted vibrant colors Stand side by side along the street And welcome visitors in the heat With loud and cheerful hollers.

All people young or old Swing by on bicycles On their phones or licking popsicles Which makes town memories slowly unfold.

What happens everyday Is always the same. Today you think it's lame, But tomorrow you'll miss today.

How I Despise Worms by Elizabeth Kim

Every day I step outside And twist my face in horror.

I see a lot of skinny pink bodies Along the wey black road. My friends and I Jump up and down As we avoid those foul creatures. We try not to look down Upon those squirming little things, For they, the worms, just ruin our day. The unwanted rain comes back Day after day As we await the golden sunshine.

The Feeling of Fear by Elizabeth Kim

A prickly pinch Spreads down your spine As sweat slips From forehead to fists, Teeth and toes tighten, And your mouth Sends out Sirens of screams. Cold bumps creep Up under your chin, Giggles and goof Die and disappear As anxiety and angst Take over.

Hand Lotion by Helen Kim You always make me happy, and you always make me wait for you.

Whenever I feel the fresh watery creams of you, I smile a big smile in my face, and the smile shows how happy I am because of you.

You alwaqys welcome my hand when I return from the busy, tiring times of days, and help my hand reest in peace.

My Bed by Helen Kim I am walking towards you I am running towards you

You make me into a lazy bug everymorning and you always make me walk towards you

You have the greatest hug ever, and you have the biggest heart ever to rest

EMOTIONS by Helen Kim Smile, frown, tears, burst of laughs all of these come from you

There is a magician inside me playing tricks everyday, everytime with my feelings

You turn me into a happiest girl, and sometimes turn me down into the saddest girl

"Your Arms" by Cathy Shen

My warm blanket Wrapped around my body Has now worn away. All I have now is The clothing I wear on my back. Wandering in the Cold world with no warmth To comfort me. Now I have found warmth. Warmth that is loving adn caring. I have found the warmth And comfort of Your arms.

"Night Predator" by Cathy Shen

The sun goes down, I wake up. Sitting on a branch Watching the skimpering the slightest movement Catches my eye. I wait For the perfect timing. Oh look! There's the meal Of the night. Swoosh! I narrow in on My prey. The Night Predator Has awaken.

"My Mind" By Cathy Shen My mind is the only place That comforts me the most. It’s my home That I carry around with me   Like a turtle carries its shell, Its home. All my memories and stories Are held up in my head. All my memories I had as a child And all the fun enjoyable stories That has been told to me. There are things I hold dear, But there are things that I wish I could forget. There are memories that are fuzzy And there are ones that are clear as crystal. I can dream up dreams that make me   Want to stay asleep. And there are dreams that make me   Wake up in cold sweat. My mind is a place That will always be mine. My mind is the best place I could ever be.

"Fear" by harry copeland Fear is the power that drives us to our goals, It is ever present when we make a decision, What will we do now? what is our deepest fear One wakes up in the morning saying what will I fear today, But is this fear of doing something or not doing anything, Are we afraid to strive, It is failure that we fear, failure that all is lost Why fear failure when we can look forward to success, The state of mind binds our souls in an eternal grasp Why fear?

"The field" by harry copeland You walk up in the morning Greeted by a mist covered field Listening to the sound of nature Listening to everything, listening to nothing You stare out into the distance Reliving the great moments, Reliving the bad moments. The Mist slowly clears, Now, It is game time.

Drink Poem( no title) by harry copeland My eyes gaze into the lunar sunset I watch the different flavors meet, Do they intertwine? No, they just separate, Never to converse again.

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