Its december 2012
and the Earth has turned to hell
I start my hike to the highest mountain
to be the last to see this planet
there were ways I could be saved
but id rather stay wand watch the earth blow away
I finally reached the highest peak
to watch the world end at my feet,
I watched the oceans spill over the hills
like water at a beach
there were cracks all over the land
the world was coming to an end
As i watched the world fall in
a large erruption filled the air
there was a largre explosion and then a ball of fire
and as i watched the last surviving city die
I asked myself why, and then I felt myself fall
and I knew the world has ended.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Katie pd 5
Blonde
I love myself some shopping
My lip gloss is quite popping
I'm the bomb like tick tick
Please make me a brunette like cassidy, QUICK!
My mom says I am as ditzy as a blonde
But everybody knows I go above and beyond
My bubbly bestfriends boasts my beauty
The boys all laugh and call me "cutie"
The fabulous fashion,
My parties are smashin',
I might come off as a little bit whiny!
But I can guarantee my jewelry is always bright and shiny!
Cassidy helped me make this up,
She's my girl she knows 'whassup'
My eyes dance like diamonds, when you look in them time ends
But my brain is gone, wow,why am I'm such a blonde!?
I love myself some shopping
My lip gloss is quite popping
I'm the bomb like tick tick
Please make me a brunette like cassidy, QUICK!
My mom says I am as ditzy as a blonde
But everybody knows I go above and beyond
My bubbly bestfriends boasts my beauty
The boys all laugh and call me "cutie"
The fabulous fashion,
My parties are smashin',
I might come off as a little bit whiny!
But I can guarantee my jewelry is always bright and shiny!
Cassidy helped me make this up,
She's my girl she knows 'whassup'
My eyes dance like diamonds, when you look in them time ends
But my brain is gone, wow,why am I'm such a blonde!?
Kyle 5th period
In the morning cold like ice,
have hardly had even enough rest to suffice
the thirsting hunger of ever weighing eyes,
must now comply to the early morning light.
Streams of water hit my face in the never ending race to stay awake,
time flies by like a gymnast with a gold medal to take,
"Ding" goes the bell of the breakfast meal I just ate,
with a cold glass of milk to wash down the taste.
The pain streaking down my back is the tremendous weight I must bear,
never ceasing, never leaving like an overwhelming tear;
the black bag is a darkened stone,
carrying items as precious as gold.
Quick with haste the wheels spin round,
burning rubber as they touch ground,
the journey is long with much at stake;
never looking back we close the gate.
have hardly had even enough rest to suffice
the thirsting hunger of ever weighing eyes,
must now comply to the early morning light.
Streams of water hit my face in the never ending race to stay awake,
time flies by like a gymnast with a gold medal to take,
"Ding" goes the bell of the breakfast meal I just ate,
with a cold glass of milk to wash down the taste.
The pain streaking down my back is the tremendous weight I must bear,
never ceasing, never leaving like an overwhelming tear;
the black bag is a darkened stone,
carrying items as precious as gold.
Quick with haste the wheels spin round,
burning rubber as they touch ground,
the journey is long with much at stake;
never looking back we close the gate.
Emily, 5th Period
Bright City Lights
Here the darkness does not make it night,
we have our bright city lights.
They shine with vibrant hues
of yellows, greens and sickly blues.
People run around in the artificial day,
like rats scurrying just to get away.
No one rests, no one sleeps,
the city is a blaring beating beast.
The streets are wildly abuzz,
the exhaust is like a misty fuzz.
People flying in their cars,
to dates and fates and bars.
No one thinks, no one feels,
it's all spinning like a giant wheel.
At least all the streets are straight, we think.
It's all about to fall off the brink.
There are people working, people crying,
people running, stealing, buying.
Here the darkness does not make it night,
we have our bright city lights.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545228/Bright_City_Lights
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545195/Bright_City_Lights
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545228/Bright_City_Lights
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545195/Bright_City_Lights
Rachel 5th Period
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545147/On_top_of_the_world
On Top of the World
At start I am blended into the shadows,
A young soul being waited on to unravel,
The greatness I will become in my life,
Something to be proud of while lacking strife.
Though my journey is long, time is never wasted,
I travel in front of the hardships I've tasted,
They follow and taunt me, they hiss with the wind.
Saying,"You'll never make it. Why did you begin?"
At times my mind feels like turning around.
The only problem now, is I can't find my way down.
But the people I've met encourage me on,
They tell me I'll shine even when I'm gone.
The storms are hammers pounding me down,
The trips and misses as mocking as clowns,
But all I can think of is the crown I'll bestow
Once I get to the end of my road.
It will be a place as beautiful as gold,
Like the ending of a fairytale that has been told.
The beautiful silver lining of a cloud,
With silent trumpets playing proud.
And alas I see it, as bright as the heavens!
This place that is mine, with only best intentions.
Beautiful and grand, yet far from the sand
A place where only I can stand.
At end I am no longer blended into the shadows,
No longer a soul being waited on to unravel,
My greatness has finally been unfurled
For now I am truly on top of the world
On Top of the World
At start I am blended into the shadows,
A young soul being waited on to unravel,
The greatness I will become in my life,
Something to be proud of while lacking strife.
Though my journey is long, time is never wasted,
I travel in front of the hardships I've tasted,
They follow and taunt me, they hiss with the wind.
Saying,"You'll never make it. Why did you begin?"
At times my mind feels like turning around.
The only problem now, is I can't find my way down.
But the people I've met encourage me on,
They tell me I'll shine even when I'm gone.
The storms are hammers pounding me down,
The trips and misses as mocking as clowns,
But all I can think of is the crown I'll bestow
Once I get to the end of my road.
It will be a place as beautiful as gold,
Like the ending of a fairytale that has been told.
The beautiful silver lining of a cloud,
With silent trumpets playing proud.
And alas I see it, as bright as the heavens!
This place that is mine, with only best intentions.
Beautiful and grand, yet far from the sand
A place where only I can stand.
At end I am no longer blended into the shadows,
No longer a soul being waited on to unravel,
My greatness has finally been unfurled
For now I am truly on top of the world
Cassidy Harris pd. 5
Beware the Mean Girls
The click-clack of heels like a pendulum,
Time is ticking away from them.
They shall NEVER mature, that is for sure.
They live for gossip, all they want is more.
Giggle, point, stare, and laugh.
They slice our self esteems in half.
Their words spread like disease,
They call them queen bees.
They whine and complain,
Even drive us insane.
Every look's an adventure,
Their teeth look like dentures. :)
Pushing pathetic pupils around,
Their nails say "I'm fake" and fall on the ground.
Skin like porcelain, perfectly held curls,
I will tell you one time.. Beware the mean girls. (it's also a movie!! durr)
The click-clack of heels like a pendulum,
Time is ticking away from them.
They shall NEVER mature, that is for sure.
They live for gossip, all they want is more.
Giggle, point, stare, and laugh.
They slice our self esteems in half.
Their words spread like disease,
They call them queen bees.
They whine and complain,
Even drive us insane.
Every look's an adventure,
Their teeth look like dentures. :)
Pushing pathetic pupils around,
Their nails say "I'm fake" and fall on the ground.
Skin like porcelain, perfectly held curls,
I will tell you one time.. Beware the mean girls. (it's also a movie!! durr)
Jackey 5th period
As she lays on the beach thinking of tommorrow
she slowly is drowning in her own painful sorrow.
Bitter memories flood her mind
leaving her breath hard to find.
The betrayal leaves jagged cuts along the edge of her soul.
His eyes were black as coal.
Her tears trace paths down her cheeks
as the sun begins to peek.
The sun sets over the shimmering sea.
Splash! She feels the urge to pee.
It will soon be a new day
and he will pay.
she slowly is drowning in her own painful sorrow.
Bitter memories flood her mind
leaving her breath hard to find.
The betrayal leaves jagged cuts along the edge of her soul.
His eyes were black as coal.
Her tears trace paths down her cheeks
as the sun begins to peek.
The sun sets over the shimmering sea.
Splash! She feels the urge to pee.
It will soon be a new day
and he will pay.
Emilee 5th period
Rainy Day
As i look across the way,
on this dark dreary day,
I see a girl in great dismay.
I look and I wonder,
what could be so wrong?
Why must she be in sorrow?
Is it her little mind the world borrowed.
Little girl please move on to tomorrow.
For it is just another day,
In a world made with rain.
For the little girl in the rain
today is just a pain,
because today is just so plain.
For it is like any other day,
to a girl playing in the rain.
The rain pours down like the tears off a girls face.
But in this powerful peaceful place,
then girl went "splash" to the pace.
The little girl plays, as the day will never change.
Today is just like anyother day.
As i look across the way,
on this dark dreary day,
I see a girl in great dismay.
I look and I wonder,
what could be so wrong?
Why must she be in sorrow?
Is it her little mind the world borrowed.
Little girl please move on to tomorrow.
For it is just another day,
In a world made with rain.
For the little girl in the rain
today is just a pain,
because today is just so plain.
For it is like any other day,
to a girl playing in the rain.
The rain pours down like the tears off a girls face.
But in this powerful peaceful place,
then girl went "splash" to the pace.
The little girl plays, as the day will never change.
Today is just like anyother day.
Daniel-pd. 5
Five seconds left on the excited clock,
It's digital, but it chirps like a bird, tick-tock.
The pass comes in-bounds,
All other sounds are just the background now.
Enjoy this while it lasts,
And forget the past.
This one play right here,
Will make you cry like a baby or frantically cheer.
The ball is dribbled, "Boing, Boing"
Will this be as easy as a flip of a coin?
You take three steps and slowly stop,
You must feel like you're on top.
The shot goes up like a firework,
Or a champagne bottle when you pop off the cork.
It can't possibly miss, can it?
But it does, and the senior player throws a fit.
It's digital, but it chirps like a bird, tick-tock.
The pass comes in-bounds,
All other sounds are just the background now.
Enjoy this while it lasts,
And forget the past.
This one play right here,
Will make you cry like a baby or frantically cheer.
The ball is dribbled, "Boing, Boing"
Will this be as easy as a flip of a coin?
You take three steps and slowly stop,
You must feel like you're on top.
The shot goes up like a firework,
Or a champagne bottle when you pop off the cork.
It can't possibly miss, can it?
But it does, and the senior player throws a fit.
Nada 5th period
Uzak the Penguin
Have you heard of a penguin called Uzak?
Quite a witty penguin he may be,
But not the sharpest animal in the sea,
Is this penguin called Uzak.
Uzak cannot swim,
He hadn’t heard of such a thing,
He would much rather sing and swing
Then dance in waves that swallow him.
Uzak tried to swim one day,
For he wanted to be brave,
But SPLASH, CRASH, WOOSH went Uzak in the waves!
Till poor drowned Uzak finally reached the bay.
Little Uzak swore never to swim again,
He was as wet as a dog,
His smooth fins were slimy like frogs,
Poor Uzak was as afraid as a hen.
Akshay pd 5
There is a guy standing on a mountain who looks very proud,
He should be awarded with a very big crown,
The crowd would cheer, like a very loud noise,
And take picture after picture of this man's great poise,
He sits and thinks about his fame,
He wonders if he could play a game,
Maybe drop a penny all the way down,
Man, he would look like a idiodic clown
The marvelous mountain maniac is wearing pants,
He looks down at the clouds like they were ants,
SMACK! He falls straight to the ground and lands on his face,
The vultures laugh and eat him and leave no trace,
The guy is dead, like a bug that is squished,
The vultures eat and sleep near him,
The guy's journey was a triumph, like he won the lottery,=0)
Now his journey has come to an end.
He should be awarded with a very big crown,
The crowd would cheer, like a very loud noise,
And take picture after picture of this man's great poise,
He sits and thinks about his fame,
He wonders if he could play a game,
Maybe drop a penny all the way down,
Man, he would look like a idiodic clown
The marvelous mountain maniac is wearing pants,
He looks down at the clouds like they were ants,
SMACK! He falls straight to the ground and lands on his face,
The vultures laugh and eat him and leave no trace,
The guy is dead, like a bug that is squished,
The vultures eat and sleep near him,
The guy's journey was a triumph, like he won the lottery,=0)
Now his journey has come to an end.
Julian 5th period
Falling in love is hard to do,
especially when it's not with you.
Seeing you in love makes me smile a mile,
even though it's not with me,
by your side I will always be.
Love has never been in my reach,
love is not something you can teach.
You've picked me up, you've knocked me down,
only once have you made me frown.
Looking at the stars while time ticks away,
listening to Yiruma as the trees dance and sway.
Staring in your eyes prettier than the ocean,
laying there restless without any motion.
Peace, power, and poetry, sweet as a dove,
Under my arm your head was restin',
while I drifted towards love,
without any question.
especially when it's not with you.
Seeing you in love makes me smile a mile,
even though it's not with me,
by your side I will always be.
Love has never been in my reach,
love is not something you can teach.
You've picked me up, you've knocked me down,
only once have you made me frown.
Looking at the stars while time ticks away,
listening to Yiruma as the trees dance and sway.
Staring in your eyes prettier than the ocean,
laying there restless without any motion.
Peace, power, and poetry, sweet as a dove,
Under my arm your head was restin',
while I drifted towards love,
without any question.
Lindsay Period 5
One night, I woke up
From my alarm being so quiet
I ate my breakfast from a cup
And drank from a plate
I walked on the street
On my hands as I would on my feet
Cars drove on the sidewalk
And people beep as cars talk
Passersby looked with their ears
At the normalities all around
Instead of safety there was fear
And happiness was hardly found
I started to smile as it when on for miles
But only for a while
Because it soon turned around
For today a smile is like a frown
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545204/Opposite_Word_Cloud
From my alarm being so quiet
I ate my breakfast from a cup
And drank from a plate
I walked on the street
On my hands as I would on my feet
Cars drove on the sidewalk
And people beep as cars talk
Passersby looked with their ears
At the normalities all around
Instead of safety there was fear
And happiness was hardly found
I started to smile as it when on for miles
But only for a while
Because it soon turned around
For today a smile is like a frown
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545204/Opposite_Word_Cloud
TJ Period 5
This is a Poem by me,
For English class of course not PE.
My only wish is that this could be easier,
Instead I'm like a buzzing bee getting only busier.
Writing poems aren't as easy as they seem,
Yet when they are assigned, students beam and gleam
They think poems are a piece of cake,
But they are as wrong as the boogey man is fake
So again, this is a poem written by me,
I'm writing this but would rather be watching TV
In all reality I should be in my warm, cozy bed
After going to Subway and finally getting fully fed.
This is a poem written by me,
For English class, not for PE.
Now I'm finished and heading to bed,
Walking down the hallway, very sleepy, as I previously said...
For English class of course not PE.
My only wish is that this could be easier,
Instead I'm like a buzzing bee getting only busier.
Writing poems aren't as easy as they seem,
Yet when they are assigned, students beam and gleam
They think poems are a piece of cake,
But they are as wrong as the boogey man is fake
So again, this is a poem written by me,
I'm writing this but would rather be watching TV
In all reality I should be in my warm, cozy bed
After going to Subway and finally getting fully fed.
This is a poem written by me,
For English class, not for PE.
Now I'm finished and heading to bed,
Walking down the hallway, very sleepy, as I previously said...
Nick pd.5
Cutting like a knife through the air
Like a little kid at Christmas,
Waiting is more than I can bear
Freshly cut grass, gritty sand;
and the baselines pefectly straight
Sure other sports are okay,
but this one... well it's GREAT
Freshly cut grass, gritty sand;
and the baselines pefectly straight
Sure other sports are okay,
but this one... well it's GREAT
Snap go the balls in leather gloves:
Crack goes the sounds of the bats.
The fence taunting every batter
trying to improve his stats
For many people Summer is spent
splishing, splashing, sunning;
Hazy lazy days flying by
Like an hourglass quickly running
But I look forward to Summer for a
completely different reason;
those days are heaven to me,
because it's finally baseball season
Kaylee pd. 5
My dog is like my best friend,
His name is Fred.
I tought him to sit
And how to play dead.
He will shake your hand,
If you give him a treat.
A juicy biscuit
Flavored like his favorite meat.
"Bark!" you'll hear,
If Fred isn't fed.
He is a cuddly teddy bear,
And likes to sleep in my bed.
His name is Fred.
I tought him to sit
And how to play dead.
He will shake your hand,
If you give him a treat.
A juicy biscuit
Flavored like his favorite meat.
"Bark!" you'll hear,
If Fred isn't fed.
He is a cuddly teddy bear,
And likes to sleep in my bed.
Lily Period 5
It creeps along in the dimming light
For all its prey, a nasty fright
Trodding along the snow so deep
As silent as a mouse, you'd never hear a peep
The snow crunched and crackled beneath the cats claws
His powerful nails as sharp as saws
Patiently waiting for a sign of life
There is no need for strife with teeth like a knife
At last! Prey spotted straight ahead
The mountain goat doesn't know that it soon will be dead
As fast as a chettah, though strong as a leopard
If only that goat hadn't let down his guard...
His crawls to his den with his prize
Mouth filled with delight, victory in the eyes
He dragged his feast back into his lair
And tore a piece off for his two new cubs to share
For all its prey, a nasty fright
Trodding along the snow so deep
As silent as a mouse, you'd never hear a peep
The snow crunched and crackled beneath the cats claws
His powerful nails as sharp as saws
Patiently waiting for a sign of life
There is no need for strife with teeth like a knife
At last! Prey spotted straight ahead
The mountain goat doesn't know that it soon will be dead
As fast as a chettah, though strong as a leopard
If only that goat hadn't let down his guard...
His crawls to his den with his prize
Mouth filled with delight, victory in the eyes
He dragged his feast back into his lair
And tore a piece off for his two new cubs to share
Nathan Period 5
A sleek, sly, snow leopard waits in scilence,
in a cave filled with cold.
His pads on the stone and blackness all around,
he slows his pace as if he is sleeping.
His eyes focused on a being,
nothing less, nothing more.
He lives the same every day, hunting for food,
danger never stays away.
If only the cave can shout with warning,
the world could be a better place.
GRUMBLE! The leopard's stomach turns,
for now it is time to strike.
Its feeding time!
the world could be a better place.
GRUMBLE! The leopard's stomach turns,
for now it is time to strike.
Its feeding time!
SWISH! He pounces with great speed and strength,
his target flinches and tries to flee with fright.
The leopard rejoices with pray in his claw,
and the mountain goat was no more.
Ben (better than oliver) 5th period
Bliss
Like the breeze,
Blows through and through,
The winds silent coo
through his empty head
His head is empty,
like a stubborn beggars can.
Full of pride accepts from no man,
But is till pleased
Like a toddler,unaware
of the problems of his fault
heart as cold as a dairy queen malt
but sleeps at night
SWOOSH goes the information through his head
teaching is as pointless as a plastic purple peacock.
like locking up your old socks,
it has no point.
He who does not accept
the knowledge presented
will not be resented
for ignorance is bliss.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545144/BLISS
Like the breeze,
Blows through and through,
The winds silent coo
through his empty head
His head is empty,
like a stubborn beggars can.
Full of pride accepts from no man,
But is till pleased
Like a toddler,unaware
of the problems of his fault
heart as cold as a dairy queen malt
but sleeps at night
SWOOSH goes the information through his head
teaching is as pointless as a plastic purple peacock.
like locking up your old socks,
it has no point.
He who does not accept
the knowledge presented
will not be resented
for ignorance is bliss.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545144/BLISS
Sydney period 5 Fall
Leaves of green are no longer found
Magnificent colors fill the hillsides
Leaves dance like butterflies to the ground
They blow across the lawn like an ocean tide
The weather has gotten cold
Tailgating has begun
Its time to cheer on the blue and gold
See if they will pass or run
The wind whispers whoosh like a secret being told
It is blowing, and soon it will be snowing
Holiday plans unfold
Thanksgiving is like the end of season showing
I love the feeling of fall
I love the cool breeze
Fall is the most magical season of all
I love the fantastic colors of the trees
I love the feeling of fall
I love the cool breeze
Fall is the most magical season of all
I love the fantastic colors of the trees
Caitlin 5 Pool Time!
Come on it's summer
Don't be a bummer
Let's all head out
All of a sudden everyone shouts,
Splash, Splash, Splash
As the kids dashed
In to the singing swimming pool
Just like ice, the kids are now cool
3, 2, 1, cannon ball
As they all call
The water waits while
Like leave the kids fall in to a pile
Dipping and zipping all day long
Laughing as if they were singing a song
Screaming like their scared
Running freely as if no one cared
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545208/Pool_Time
Don't be a bummer
Let's all head out
All of a sudden everyone shouts,
Splash, Splash, Splash
As the kids dashed
In to the singing swimming pool
Just like ice, the kids are now cool
3, 2, 1, cannon ball
As they all call
The water waits while
Like leave the kids fall in to a pile
Dipping and zipping all day long
Laughing as if they were singing a song
Screaming like their scared
Running freely as if no one cared
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545208/Pool_Time
Madison pd.5
Just Febuary
Once upon a dreamy night,
There was a wind that sent a fright.
But it happened to be ordinary,
Only a sign of a frightful Febuary.
The wind howled like the local band,
With snow dripping like sand from a hand.
The people all stayed cozy in their homes,
Dreaming of houses with snow covered domes.
When all that happened was said and done,
The children went out and had their winter fun.
The parents went out and cleared the streets,
Waiting for flip flop weather for their feet.
Once upon a dreamy night,
There was a wind that sent a fright.
But it happened to be ordinary,
Only a sign of a frightful Febuary.
The wind howled like the local band,
With snow dripping like sand from a hand.
The people all stayed cozy in their homes,
Dreaming of houses with snow covered domes.
When all that happened was said and done,
The children went out and had their winter fun.
The parents went out and cleared the streets,
Waiting for flip flop weather for their feet.
The One and Only Oliver, Period 5
All the Difference
I see people today, they're all puppets, all the same.
They want to fit in, want to achieve fame.
They always do what they think is right.
In chasing their goals, they miss the light.
They don't realize time can't be turned back.
There are no time machines, no time crack.
Their soul is calling, but is lost in the wind.
The wind of peer pressure that has you pinned.
Life is short, gone in a blink of an eye.
Looking back, you see your life was a lie.
Have you used your talents or just followed the crowd?
Listen to that sound, it's where your personality is bound.
Time is a hourglass, slowly slipping away.
Difference is good, make your own way.
You'll soar higher, like an eagle without limits.
And when you have done all that, you'll have made all the difference.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545153/All_the_Difference
I see people today, they're all puppets, all the same.
They want to fit in, want to achieve fame.
They always do what they think is right.
In chasing their goals, they miss the light.
They don't realize time can't be turned back.
There are no time machines, no time crack.
Their soul is calling, but is lost in the wind.
The wind of peer pressure that has you pinned.
Life is short, gone in a blink of an eye.
Looking back, you see your life was a lie.
Have you used your talents or just followed the crowd?
Listen to that sound, it's where your personality is bound.
Time is a hourglass, slowly slipping away.
Difference is good, make your own way.
You'll soar higher, like an eagle without limits.
And when you have done all that, you'll have made all the difference.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545153/All_the_Difference
Reuel Period 5
I hate poems yes I do,
I hate poems how about you?
Poems are supposed to sing and shout,
But all of mine just go splat like an unready baby bird.
I hate homework yes I do,
I hate homework how about you?
Homework makes me want to shout it all out,
But all I do is walk way away.
I hate poems yes I do,
I hate poems how a bout you?
Most poems are like undiscovered places,
But mine are trite.
I hate homework yes I do,
I hate homework how about you?
Big reports like to be eaten away slowly like a huge piece of cake,
And small reports like to be eaten quickly like a cookie.
If another verse is what you seek,
Well homework sucks and poems reek.
Can't think of anything else,
So go away!
Wordle
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545079/I_hate_poems
I hate poems how about you?
Poems are supposed to sing and shout,
But all of mine just go splat like an unready baby bird.
I hate homework yes I do,
I hate homework how about you?
Homework makes me want to shout it all out,
But all I do is walk way away.
I hate poems yes I do,
I hate poems how a bout you?
Most poems are like undiscovered places,
But mine are trite.
I hate homework yes I do,
I hate homework how about you?
Big reports like to be eaten away slowly like a huge piece of cake,
And small reports like to be eaten quickly like a cookie.
If another verse is what you seek,
Well homework sucks and poems reek.
Can't think of anything else,
So go away!
Wordle
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2545079/I_hate_poems
Jessica, 5th Period
My Thoughts as Robert Frost
I walked the path that lay before me,
And wished this were a yellow wood.
I paused to watch a buzzing bee,
That lazily looped the rut where the flowers stood.
I listened to the whispering breeze,
And a bird chirped in a birch nearby.
Dancing light was like a sea,
A shining gem that was a butterfly,
Drifted like a lazy leaf,
On a wind like a shaky breath.
This path was a sheaf**
Of chances, and like a cat they crept.
I drifted along in my sea of thoughts
Contemplating it all.
I thought of all the things time has brought
In the wonder that was soon to be the fall.
**definiton of sheaf: any bundle, cluster or collection
**definiton of sheaf: any bundle, cluster or collection
Austen, 3rd period
Pikachu and Piplup play in the Poke'park,
Their friend the mighty houndoom has a mighty bark.
They wish their trainers were there to help them have some fun,
but they would not show up until the day is done.
The strong wind around them always pushed them down,
the poke'mon on the slide used bide and turned a golden-brown.
AHHHHHH!!!!
That last gust was like a train which really made them frown.
Officer Jenny ran out to the poke'mon like a soilder in a field,
not one thing seemed to make her yield.
She was overjoyed like a spinda when she got them all inside,
the poke'mon were terrified from like a jet that horrific ride.
When the storm was over the sun started to show its face,
and all the trainers stormed like one enormous race.
The poke'mon were happy to see their traners again,one more time,
Pikachu and Piplup and even Mr. Mime
S. Austen Stire
Their friend the mighty houndoom has a mighty bark.
They wish their trainers were there to help them have some fun,
but they would not show up until the day is done.
The strong wind around them always pushed them down,
the poke'mon on the slide used bide and turned a golden-brown.
AHHHHHH!!!!
That last gust was like a train which really made them frown.
Officer Jenny ran out to the poke'mon like a soilder in a field,
not one thing seemed to make her yield.
She was overjoyed like a spinda when she got them all inside,
the poke'mon were terrified from like a jet that horrific ride.
When the storm was over the sun started to show its face,
and all the trainers stormed like one enormous race.
The poke'mon were happy to see their traners again,one more time,
Pikachu and Piplup and even Mr. Mime
S. Austen Stire
Lucas pd.3
Buzzy Buzz Buzz goes the fly with the fuzz.
Boomidy Boomin Boomin what the heck am I doin
I hate to rhyme these lines
Cause It's wastin my time
They call me little Yeezy cause my rappins so cheezey
Makin these rhymes makes my stomach feel queezy
But It's really easy
Cause they got books on it in the libreezy
My shoes are as green as a frog
I really don't wanna type on this blog
I'm black as the night....
Naa i'm just kidding I'm white as the light
My pencils' pretty yellow
But so is my cello
Under my umbrello
Ello ello aye aye aye
Boomidy Boomin Boomin what the heck am I doin
I hate to rhyme these lines
Cause It's wastin my time
They call me little Yeezy cause my rappins so cheezey
Makin these rhymes makes my stomach feel queezy
But It's really easy
Cause they got books on it in the libreezy
My shoes are as green as a frog
I really don't wanna type on this blog
I'm black as the night....
Naa i'm just kidding I'm white as the light
My pencils' pretty yellow
But so is my cello
Under my umbrello
Ello ello aye aye aye
Hunter!! pd.........3
ptptpssshhhhhhptptpBoom!yumm (The sound Rain Makes)
It's raining now
I wonder how
the clouds above
look down with love
don't think it's nuts
to pour their guts
onto the streets, the streams,
on us.
Far better than a day that's dry
as dreary as a dream gone by
excititng as an antidote
that feeds on fears, or love and hope.
mysterious as a doctor's handwriting
I hope I don't get hit by lightning
sometimes it can be quite frightening
just to watch the blacksky fighting
And when you know it's going to rain
You look out the window pane
and see the Crows all gath'ring round
cawing, cawing at the sound
of the storm clouds pouring down.
On rainy days I love the sky
a vast grey eye
that's crying
why?
To make Us appreciate the blue
that smiles down on me and you
but never do we stop and say
"What a phlapjiszaptous day!!"
It's raining now, I wonder how
the clouds above look down . . .
With love?
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544403/RAIN%21%21%21%21%21%21
It's raining now
I wonder how
the clouds above
look down with love
don't think it's nuts
to pour their guts
onto the streets, the streams,
on us.
Far better than a day that's dry
as dreary as a dream gone by
excititng as an antidote
that feeds on fears, or love and hope.
mysterious as a doctor's handwriting
I hope I don't get hit by lightning
sometimes it can be quite frightening
just to watch the blacksky fighting
And when you know it's going to rain
You look out the window pane
and see the Crows all gath'ring round
cawing, cawing at the sound
of the storm clouds pouring down.
On rainy days I love the sky
a vast grey eye
that's crying
why?
To make Us appreciate the blue
that smiles down on me and you
but never do we stop and say
"What a phlapjiszaptous day!!"
It's raining now, I wonder how
the clouds above look down . . .
With love?
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544403/RAIN%21%21%21%21%21%21
Brittany pd. 3
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544324/Perfect_Perfection
Perfect Perfection
The road is like a big decision
Leading in different directions.
Dont know which to take,
It ends, in a big collision.
Ever thought of perfect perfection?
Lions and tigers sjubting at the sight!
Choosing always the right direction.
Everything, you have to make,
As the world around starts to crickety-crack;
Cats and dogs appearing from the overhead blue,
Quickly, everything becomes so fake.
People are the morning sun,
Shining so brilliantly from above.
This is what we call perfect perfection,
The world will stay, filled with choices
Just like froot loopes;
Different colors everywhere.
Perfect Perfection
The road is like a big decision
Leading in different directions.
Dont know which to take,
It ends, in a big collision.
Ever thought of perfect perfection?
Lions and tigers sjubting at the sight!
Choosing always the right direction.
Everything, you have to make,
As the world around starts to crickety-crack;
Cats and dogs appearing from the overhead blue,
Quickly, everything becomes so fake.
People are the morning sun,
Shining so brilliantly from above.
This is what we call perfect perfection,
The world will stay, filled with choices
Just like froot loopes;
Different colors everywhere.
Liam 3rd
Control
Standing on the perfect street, looking high above
The buildings stand straight and tall, white as snow
The fresh air and clear skies
Aren't all we get, for living here
Looking down from the highest skyscraper
The city is bleached and all the colors are gone
The tallest buildings reach for the blue skies
The sound of cars and subways hum down in the blur
Far below like ants on the ground the people walk along a grid
All the personality is dead
Dust and dirt is long gone
The sun reflects off the flawless streets
The blinding light scorches the cool morning air, like a fire in winter
I stare out beyond the city and know
That someone out there is taking over
But down below, no one cares, or no one knows
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544375/The_City
Standing on the perfect street, looking high above
The buildings stand straight and tall, white as snow
The fresh air and clear skies
Aren't all we get, for living here
Looking down from the highest skyscraper
The city is bleached and all the colors are gone
The tallest buildings reach for the blue skies
The sound of cars and subways hum down in the blur
Far below like ants on the ground the people walk along a grid
All the personality is dead
Dust and dirt is long gone
The sun reflects off the flawless streets
The blinding light scorches the cool morning air, like a fire in winter
I stare out beyond the city and know
That someone out there is taking over
But down below, no one cares, or no one knows
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544375/The_City
Rebekah, P 3
"Once Upon a Time"
By Rebekah Shephard
I see a child crying, a waterfall of tears, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!
I watch everyone walk by, trying to look away.
How sad it is that today we can stand by and let another person cry!
Perhaps there was once a world where we would not let another person get hurt!
Perhaps it was a fantasy world like Narnia,
or perhaps it wasn't so far out of our reach.
Perhaps it was with us and we only outgrew it,
like a child losing teeth.
Perhaps it was a world where people were
more kind to one another, like a little girl's soap opera.
Perhaps manners were common and hatred was frowned upon,
because I don't think Elizabeth Bennett had this problem.
But that world of perfect perfection is not my own,
I think as a car screams behind me.
And I cannot bring myself to believe
That my own hateful world was meant to be.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544319/Once_Upon_a_Time
By Rebekah Shephard
I see a child crying, a waterfall of tears, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!
I watch everyone walk by, trying to look away.
How sad it is that today we can stand by and let another person cry!
Perhaps there was once a world where we would not let another person get hurt!
Perhaps it was a fantasy world like Narnia,
or perhaps it wasn't so far out of our reach.
Perhaps it was with us and we only outgrew it,
like a child losing teeth.
Perhaps it was a world where people were
more kind to one another, like a little girl's soap opera.
Perhaps manners were common and hatred was frowned upon,
because I don't think Elizabeth Bennett had this problem.
But that world of perfect perfection is not my own,
I think as a car screams behind me.
And I cannot bring myself to believe
That my own hateful world was meant to be.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544319/Once_Upon_a_Time
Hebah pd.3
Spring is such a beautiful thing
Listen to the birds sing
A nice breeze passing by
oh what a nice sky
Spring is the smell of freshness
Lovely lilies blooming all over the green grass
Trees stand as they stare
Butterflies float without a care
Kids playing in the spring air
People walking their dog with smiles like sunshines
Kites flying like birds
Spring is such a beautiful word
Colorful flowers swaying in the wind
Trees leaves blowing all around
Birds zipping by singing
Spring is such a beautiful thing
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544327/Spring
Listen to the birds sing
A nice breeze passing by
oh what a nice sky
Spring is the smell of freshness
Lovely lilies blooming all over the green grass
Trees stand as they stare
Butterflies float without a care
Kids playing in the spring air
People walking their dog with smiles like sunshines
Kites flying like birds
Spring is such a beautiful word
Colorful flowers swaying in the wind
Trees leaves blowing all around
Birds zipping by singing
Spring is such a beautiful thing
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544327/Spring
ZOEY 3
Bad Day
Today has been a very bad day,
but the school caught on fire hooray hooray!
Hopefully tommorrow will be better,
and the weather doesn't get any wetter!
As I waited at the street top,
The bus groweled to a stop.
I just wanted to go home and lay,
because I knew today would be a bad day!
It was raining very hard,
I could see it in the yard.
It was dark as the night
even though it was day light.
My math test was such a fail;
It made me want to wail!
Now I am feeling pale,
Because my mom is going to put me in jail!
I feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
like the clouds are all around my head.
My day is just getting worse,
As if a witch casted a curse!
Luckily, school ends at noon.
I want to be home very soon!
I wish I could just go to bed,
and start this day all over again.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544419/Zoey%27s_poe
Today has been a very bad day,
but the school caught on fire hooray hooray!
Hopefully tommorrow will be better,
and the weather doesn't get any wetter!
As I waited at the street top,
The bus groweled to a stop.
I just wanted to go home and lay,
because I knew today would be a bad day!
It was raining very hard,
I could see it in the yard.
It was dark as the night
even though it was day light.
My math test was such a fail;
It made me want to wail!
Now I am feeling pale,
Because my mom is going to put me in jail!
I feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
like the clouds are all around my head.
My day is just getting worse,
As if a witch casted a curse!
Luckily, school ends at noon.
I want to be home very soon!
I wish I could just go to bed,
and start this day all over again.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544419/Zoey%27s_poe
ELAINA S! 3
"La tarea monstruo"
It's paper crawling out of your locker,
Just like a monster I say!
It wants to consume your brain,
just like a alien de la noche.
The dribble out of its mouth goes whoosh whoosh!
Teachers give it to you without thinking,
La tarea monstruo is a dog,
If I were you, I'd think about not blinking.
The sight stimulates senses of terror,
Students hate it like it's their chores.
Sometimes it's easy, or not so breezy,
I might even ask to copy yours.
La tarea montruo is torture,
What does it really mean to you?
It's Spanish for "The Homework Monster"
To me, I hate it, and that is so true. :)
It's paper crawling out of your locker,
Just like a monster I say!
It wants to consume your brain,
just like a alien de la noche.
The dribble out of its mouth goes whoosh whoosh!
Teachers give it to you without thinking,
La tarea monstruo is a dog,
If I were you, I'd think about not blinking.
The sight stimulates senses of terror,
Students hate it like it's their chores.
Sometimes it's easy, or not so breezy,
I might even ask to copy yours.
La tarea montruo is torture,
What does it really mean to you?
It's Spanish for "The Homework Monster"
To me, I hate it, and that is so true. :)
Zac pd. 3
I love the floor
Floors are never a bore
They are always happy
Even when we stomp on them BAM!!
They never give out
Unless they go without
Care or Consideration
They are as strong as an ox.
They will never let you down
Even if you have a frown
They can be as soft as a pillow
But only with soft carpet.
They will always be there
O, how they care
Just like our counselors
They are never gone.
O, how I love them so
They never let go
Although we do not recognize it
Floors are like our bodies strong and everlasting.
Katie 3rd
"Running in the Cross Country Race"
Running is a fun thing to do;
You can run anytime and anywhere.
You may like running a mile or two,
But I like running more so beware.
When I run watch me zoom by
Sometimes I feel like I can fly!
Running makes me feel free,
It fills my heart with love and glee.
I'm starting up the steep hill
When I saw it I got a chill
I need to make it to the top,
And I'm never ever going to stop
Listen to the pitter patter of my feet
When they hit the ground it's the sound of defeat.
I have to try and keep a pace,
Because I am running in a cross country race.
Running is a fun thing to do;
You can run anytime and anywhere.
You may like running a mile or two,
But I like running more so beware.
When I run watch me zoom by
Sometimes I feel like I can fly!
Running makes me feel free,
It fills my heart with love and glee.
I'm starting up the steep hill
When I saw it I got a chill
I need to make it to the top,
And I'm never ever going to stop
Listen to the pitter patter of my feet
When they hit the ground it's the sound of defeat.
I have to try and keep a pace,
Because I am running in a cross country race.
Katie pd.3
4 Year-Old Sisters...
I have a 4 year old sister
who is crazy and poor.
She's like a little blister
that gets sore for lack of core.
She's a machine with energy
that never shuts down,
occasionally she runs slowly,
if she's acting like a clown.
She's peaceful when she sleeps,
but that's never long.
You never hear a peep
unless she's singing a song.
She will be a mouse
if there's something she discovered
that existed in our house
when it has been uncovered.
http://www.wordle.net/create
I have a 4 year old sister
who is crazy and poor.
She's like a little blister
that gets sore for lack of core.
She's a machine with energy
that never shuts down,
occasionally she runs slowly,
if she's acting like a clown.
She's peaceful when she sleeps,
but that's never long.
You never hear a peep
unless she's singing a song.
She will be a mouse
if there's something she discovered
that existed in our house
when it has been uncovered.
http://www.wordle.net/create
Adam 3rd
Basketball is like love
Its hard to stop
Great even if you get a stove
Just like a cop
You feel like you can pick the world up
With pressure, hardwork, and clutch
Its not like baseball where you have to wear a cup
You dont really have to do much
My favorite part is when I hear the swish
I do it alot
Its just like getting a good wish
Kind of like getting the right slot]
The basketball talks to me when I play
Basketball is the best bet
It may be bettter than clay
I don't treat the other team like my pet
Its hard to stop
Great even if you get a stove
Just like a cop
You feel like you can pick the world up
With pressure, hardwork, and clutch
Its not like baseball where you have to wear a cup
You dont really have to do much
My favorite part is when I hear the swish
I do it alot
Its just like getting a good wish
Kind of like getting the right slot]
The basketball talks to me when I play
Basketball is the best bet
It may be bettter than clay
I don't treat the other team like my pet
Bayan 3rd
Walkin' in a forest,
Feelin' like a tortus.
Wantin' some McDonald's,
'Cause my name is Ronald.
I was hungry as a bear,
And I did not care.
What it was I ate,
I couldn't even wait.
And then I walked in the cave,
My torch held high.
I didn't even wave,
To the friend close by.
The walls of the cave,
Seemed to whisper to me.
They were not paved,
And were as tall as a tree.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544487/Untitled
And as for the roof,
It always went poof.
It was like the sky,
When I looked up high.
And in the back there's a rack,
with all this food.
And there's a giant pack,
With all this wood.
It is getting late,
My mommy might get mad.
I cannot make her wait,
Or things will get bad.
Feelin' like a tortus.
Wantin' some McDonald's,
'Cause my name is Ronald.
I was hungry as a bear,
And I did not care.
What it was I ate,
I couldn't even wait.
And then I walked in the cave,
My torch held high.
I didn't even wave,
To the friend close by.
The walls of the cave,
Seemed to whisper to me.
They were not paved,
And were as tall as a tree.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544487/Untitled
And as for the roof,
It always went poof.
It was like the sky,
When I looked up high.
And in the back there's a rack,
with all this food.
And there's a giant pack,
With all this wood.
It is getting late,
My mommy might get mad.
I cannot make her wait,
Or things will get bad.
Nathan pd3
The soccer ball is like a sad puppy, cold and wet
We haven't won a game yet
My mom cheers like a crazed monkey in the stands
Aww man, she is our only fan
I have no social life indeed
If it's one thing, it's friends I need
My shoes "squeak" like a mouse
The only reason i have shoes is because i sold my house
My life is surely just a fail
I always walk down the wrong trail
My life goes all but fast
please dont put me in the past
Cassidy Harris helped write this poem for me
But Mrs. Secreto, its okay 'cause she's as cool as can be
Your like a super, special, smart lady who should give me an "A"
But even if you don't, i fail at most things anyway
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544289/Nathan_pd3
We haven't won a game yet
My mom cheers like a crazed monkey in the stands
Aww man, she is our only fan
I have no social life indeed
If it's one thing, it's friends I need
My shoes "squeak" like a mouse
The only reason i have shoes is because i sold my house
My life is surely just a fail
I always walk down the wrong trail
My life goes all but fast
please dont put me in the past
Cassidy Harris helped write this poem for me
But Mrs. Secreto, its okay 'cause she's as cool as can be
Your like a super, special, smart lady who should give me an "A"
But even if you don't, i fail at most things anyway
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544289/Nathan_pd3
Mazie 3rd
The wind leads to the bright path
Down the inspiring and warm way, like a road
With bicycles steering in first gear mode
Without even the slightest hint of wrath
Suddenly, that nice warm path turned dark and wet
The birds disappear and the worms emerge from the ground
The chirping of the birds turned to a loud thunderous sound
As in seconds, it's like a change in set
The rain then turns to a slight drizzle
The dark, grey clouds turn to white
Becoming inspiringly luminescent, like a light
The new warmth heats the ground to sizzle
Optomistic and positive are the words to describe this new land
Riveting rivers glide peacefully, with no fear
Like the rest of the world, the singing of birds is truly dear
All negativity is strictly banned.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544266/Lonely_Path
Down the inspiring and warm way, like a road
With bicycles steering in first gear mode
Without even the slightest hint of wrath
Suddenly, that nice warm path turned dark and wet
The birds disappear and the worms emerge from the ground
The chirping of the birds turned to a loud thunderous sound
As in seconds, it's like a change in set
The rain then turns to a slight drizzle
The dark, grey clouds turn to white
Becoming inspiringly luminescent, like a light
The new warmth heats the ground to sizzle
Optomistic and positive are the words to describe this new land
Riveting rivers glide peacefully, with no fear
Like the rest of the world, the singing of birds is truly dear
All negativity is strictly banned.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544266/Lonely_Path
Caroline Period 3
Evil is a shadow, casting gloom on the world,
It whispers false rumors and lies,
Then with a swoosh! a decision is hurled,
The people upset, Evil laughing at there cries
Evil is a puppet controlled by a five point star,
Telling truth to a post and lying to others,
Slowly like a snail, they leave a permanent scar
By warring against their brothers
This evil is a fire to some,
For its goal is to destroy a strong peace,
Unwiling to hear all who come,
Its puppet commands all opposed to cease
But at one point, the strings will snap,
And this Evil will see the true Light
Its star losing a cap and opening a wide gap
So a new order of Good may take flight.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544323/Evil
It whispers false rumors and lies,
Then with a swoosh! a decision is hurled,
The people upset, Evil laughing at there cries
Evil is a puppet controlled by a five point star,
Telling truth to a post and lying to others,
Slowly like a snail, they leave a permanent scar
By warring against their brothers
This evil is a fire to some,
For its goal is to destroy a strong peace,
Unwiling to hear all who come,
Its puppet commands all opposed to cease
But at one point, the strings will snap,
And this Evil will see the true Light
Its star losing a cap and opening a wide gap
So a new order of Good may take flight.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544323/Evil
Deanna(: 3rd
"Little Cup"
The porcelain cup is so white and shiny,
to which a giant would think is very tiny.
Its smooth sides scream touch me!
The exact opposite of a bee.
It sits on the counter so lonely and still,
like a windmill on top of the hill.
Nobody around to help it out,
for the poor little cup could only shout.
It sat on the edge scared to fall,
staring at the wide white wall.
What will happen when it fall off and breaks?
Crash! It shattered like dropped corn flakes.
The poor little cup is now in pieces
just like the heart of one of my nieces.
Now she has a new cup made of plastic,
which bounces back just like elastic.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544408/Untitled
The porcelain cup is so white and shiny,
to which a giant would think is very tiny.
Its smooth sides scream touch me!
The exact opposite of a bee.
It sits on the counter so lonely and still,
like a windmill on top of the hill.
Nobody around to help it out,
for the poor little cup could only shout.
It sat on the edge scared to fall,
staring at the wide white wall.
What will happen when it fall off and breaks?
Crash! It shattered like dropped corn flakes.
The poor little cup is now in pieces
just like the heart of one of my nieces.
Now she has a new cup made of plastic,
which bounces back just like elastic.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544408/Untitled
Victoria Pd. 3
Nature is the best of things
Watching birds as they sing
The wind will whisper to the trees
as if someone listens carefully
Nature is the best of things
The changing of leaves, the season it brings
Then the leaves fall on the ground
Like snow whooshing all around
Leaves turn into snow
And then the snow will go
Rain will take its place
Like a flower changing space
Nature is the best of things
Rain, snow, or shine it always brings
A new feeling everyday
As nature changes in every way
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544449/Untitled
Watching birds as they sing
The wind will whisper to the trees
as if someone listens carefully
Nature is the best of things
The changing of leaves, the season it brings
Then the leaves fall on the ground
Like snow whooshing all around
Leaves turn into snow
And then the snow will go
Rain will take its place
Like a flower changing space
Nature is the best of things
Rain, snow, or shine it always brings
A new feeling everyday
As nature changes in every way
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544449/Untitled
Elisabeth pd. 3
October
October skies are red and gold,
When leaves turn their colors bold.
The air gets as cool as ice,
Making the wind slap your face so nice.
Coat closets open up again,
As warmer jackets become our friend.
Sweaters are like sandpaper to the skin,
But keep all of our body heat in.
Boo! Black cats and flying bats
Are scaring children out of their hats.
Jack-o-lanterns flicker like the stars way up high.
Front doors open like treasure chests when the kids come by.
Soon the bright leaves will fall
To winter's majestic howling call.
The town will be covered with snow.
Oh how I wish that October would not go!
October skies are red and gold,
When leaves turn their colors bold.
The air gets as cool as ice,
Making the wind slap your face so nice.
Coat closets open up again,
As warmer jackets become our friend.
Sweaters are like sandpaper to the skin,
But keep all of our body heat in.
Boo! Black cats and flying bats
Are scaring children out of their hats.
Jack-o-lanterns flicker like the stars way up high.
Front doors open like treasure chests when the kids come by.
Soon the bright leaves will fall
To winter's majestic howling call.
The town will be covered with snow.
Oh how I wish that October would not go!
Mady pd.3
The Meet
The bang on the gun
Sets us off on our run
We run past the trees and their leaves
Who whisper of great fun
Our spikes hit the dirt
Wind wildly whooshing thorough our shirts
Our feet pound the ground
Like a stallion, not hurt
Over a stream,
across the light's long beam
Next comes the hill, which is a long haul,
but as we crest the obstacle, our eyes have a gleam
Finally, the finish line is in sight
We sprint forward, an animal in flight
Crossing the finish line first, a weary traveler
Feeling the pride like a lion in all his might
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544318/The_Meet
The bang on the gun
Sets us off on our run
We run past the trees and their leaves
Who whisper of great fun
Our spikes hit the dirt
Wind wildly whooshing thorough our shirts
Our feet pound the ground
Like a stallion, not hurt
Over a stream,
across the light's long beam
Next comes the hill, which is a long haul,
but as we crest the obstacle, our eyes have a gleam
Finally, the finish line is in sight
We sprint forward, an animal in flight
Crossing the finish line first, a weary traveler
Feeling the pride like a lion in all his might
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544318/The_Meet
Alaine period 3
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544354/Alaine%21%21%21%21%21
Say goodbye to the neon orange sun,
I sense the moon waking,
Say goodbye to endless amounts of energy and fun,
The once hot blazing sun gives its last crackle, it is no longer baking.
Soon everything will go as black as night, and dark,
Lights like timers will go out,
No more dogs will shrilly bark,
Not a single wild child to shout.
As heads hit feathered pillows,
I lay awake and strongly bound,
The trees like clouds begin to billow,
I look to see something stirring and wake, but silence gathers round.
As I fall deeply under,
I dream of a silent life of nothing,
I think of a silence as strong as thunder,
As always, I wake to loud sounds and something.
Say goodbye to the neon orange sun,
I sense the moon waking,
Say goodbye to endless amounts of energy and fun,
The once hot blazing sun gives its last crackle, it is no longer baking.
Soon everything will go as black as night, and dark,
Lights like timers will go out,
No more dogs will shrilly bark,
Not a single wild child to shout.
As heads hit feathered pillows,
I lay awake and strongly bound,
The trees like clouds begin to billow,
I look to see something stirring and wake, but silence gathers round.
As I fall deeply under,
I dream of a silent life of nothing,
I think of a silence as strong as thunder,
As always, I wake to loud sounds and something.
Tammy Period 3
Erica
Her name is Erica Jones.
She's a Mormon with red hair.
She likes to talk on the phone.
She also eats like a bear.
Her hair breathes fire.
She burps like a man.
She is not a liar.
But sometimes I'd like to smack her with my hand.
She's a ginger with ten fingers.
She's a superior saxophone player.
She sounds like a famous singer.
And she's as good as our mayor.
Her attitude is silly.
She has a little sister named Abbie.
Even though her name isn't Willy.
She likes to be gabby.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544406/Tammy_
Her name is Erica Jones.
She's a Mormon with red hair.
She likes to talk on the phone.
She also eats like a bear.
Her hair breathes fire.
She burps like a man.
She is not a liar.
But sometimes I'd like to smack her with my hand.
She's a ginger with ten fingers.
She's a superior saxophone player.
She sounds like a famous singer.
And she's as good as our mayor.
Her attitude is silly.
She has a little sister named Abbie.
Even though her name isn't Willy.
She likes to be gabby.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544406/Tammy_
Moriah Period 3
I am often submerged in dreamland;
This is where I like to stay.
It's as loud as a big brass band,
And my thoughts run around and play.
This land is always in motion;
Often it just zooms by.
It's as fast as the rolling ocean,
And the land's as sweet as cherry pie.
The land is as calming as the rising sun.
I am fully rested here and my mind is all but bare.
The time in dreamland's over almost before it has begun.
I take a deep breath of the night air; the warmth in it is rare.
I wonder how long I've been here,
And how long that I'll stay.
The time to leave is now near,
There are times I wish that I could live here every single day.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544310/DreamLand_
This is where I like to stay.
It's as loud as a big brass band,
And my thoughts run around and play.
This land is always in motion;
Often it just zooms by.
It's as fast as the rolling ocean,
And the land's as sweet as cherry pie.
The land is as calming as the rising sun.
I am fully rested here and my mind is all but bare.
The time in dreamland's over almost before it has begun.
I take a deep breath of the night air; the warmth in it is rare.
I wonder how long I've been here,
And how long that I'll stay.
The time to leave is now near,
There are times I wish that I could live here every single day.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544310/DreamLand_
River Pd 3
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544283/Batter
A baseball is an agile ninja avoiding the bat
The bat is like Rome defending its home
The field is inside a huge dome
As the batter waits for the pitcher to be ready he makes his cleats go rata tat tat
The pitch is thrown, even the birds do not make a sound
The ball is hit and screams like a child being whipped
The batter begins running and almost slipped
It seemed the ball didn't fall until the batter went all the way around
A walkoff hit, inside the park homerun almost to good to be true
The winning team storms the field full of joy
Congradulating the batter who is only a boy
What a way to win the championship game, they all knew their time was due
The celebrating now starts for them
A trip to Disney World now begins
Hopefully they'll get to go again
And it was all thanks to him
A baseball is an agile ninja avoiding the bat
The bat is like Rome defending its home
The field is inside a huge dome
As the batter waits for the pitcher to be ready he makes his cleats go rata tat tat
The pitch is thrown, even the birds do not make a sound
The ball is hit and screams like a child being whipped
The batter begins running and almost slipped
It seemed the ball didn't fall until the batter went all the way around
A walkoff hit, inside the park homerun almost to good to be true
The winning team storms the field full of joy
Congradulating the batter who is only a boy
What a way to win the championship game, they all knew their time was due
The celebrating now starts for them
A trip to Disney World now begins
Hopefully they'll get to go again
And it was all thanks to him
Cara pd. 3
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544352/Cara%28%3A
She began at her house, shrugging on a coat
Walking down the road, adventure in her eyes.
The road ended and she stepped into a boat.
She docked the boat at an abandoned moldy house, with a moat.
In a haunted house, that's where she was at,
Many terrifying things popped out: a werewolf, a chainsaw? whats that about?
The chainsaw hummed like a bird, purred like a cat.
Wings fluttered near by like the heart beat of a bat
Suddenly she stared, silent, still.
There was no noise, except for the whoosh of a cape,
Someone was in the room labeled "Will"!
She would be dead if terror could kill.
As stiff as a post,
She silently shifted her feet.
Afraid of seeing what she heard, a ghost!
And this ghost, is what she feared the absolute most.
She began at her house, shrugging on a coat
Walking down the road, adventure in her eyes.
The road ended and she stepped into a boat.
She docked the boat at an abandoned moldy house, with a moat.
In a haunted house, that's where she was at,
Many terrifying things popped out: a werewolf, a chainsaw? whats that about?
The chainsaw hummed like a bird, purred like a cat.
Wings fluttered near by like the heart beat of a bat
Suddenly she stared, silent, still.
There was no noise, except for the whoosh of a cape,
Someone was in the room labeled "Will"!
She would be dead if terror could kill.
As stiff as a post,
She silently shifted her feet.
Afraid of seeing what she heard, a ghost!
And this ghost, is what she feared the absolute most.
Jack Period 3
He is a mega mountain climber and is so
High up in the air.
I don't know how he can climb so high though,
He is like a balloon, so high up in the sky.
Crack! A rock is breaking
Ruining the silence with violence;
The whole mountain is shaking,
He is sliding like he is on a sled.
Down goes the climber,
The mountain is like a slide;
His life is like a zero on a timer
The mountain is alive no more.
He is under 10 feet of snow,
His clothes become frozen;
The chances of finding him are no more.
He is the real snow man.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544288/The_Mountain_Climber
High up in the air.
I don't know how he can climb so high though,
He is like a balloon, so high up in the sky.
Crack! A rock is breaking
Ruining the silence with violence;
The whole mountain is shaking,
He is sliding like he is on a sled.
Down goes the climber,
The mountain is like a slide;
His life is like a zero on a timer
The mountain is alive no more.
He is under 10 feet of snow,
His clothes become frozen;
The chances of finding him are no more.
He is the real snow man.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544288/The_Mountain_Climber
Emma Pd. 3
A chill runs down your spine,
The rush crawls through your skin;
You stop on a dime,
Drawing courage from withtin.
The wait seems endless,
It's finally here;
Call upon the restless,
Have no fear.
Give all your strength,
Use all your might;
Go the full length;
Don't lose without a fight.
The rush crawls through your skin;
You stop on a dime,
Drawing courage from withtin.
The wait seems endless,
It's finally here;
Call upon the restless,
Have no fear.
Give all your strength,
Use all your might;
Go the full length;
Don't lose without a fight.
Lauren pd. 3
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2544322/Autumn_Leaves
I see the autumn leaves swoosh swiftly along,
Like they are moving to a long song,
They are beautiful in the autumn air,
Moving along without a care
The wind blows as the leaves fall,
As if the ground is giving them a call,
The leaves and the ground reunited,
Making playful children delighted
I see the children running around,
Their laughter is a joyful sound,
Although autumn brought chilly air,
The children run around without a care
Leaves are a song that moves along without care,
Leaves are like fire in the chilly air,
Leaves are the fire that breaks through cold ice,
Leaves are like our homes that feel warm and nice
I see the autumn leaves swoosh swiftly along,
Like they are moving to a long song,
They are beautiful in the autumn air,
Moving along without a care
The wind blows as the leaves fall,
As if the ground is giving them a call,
The leaves and the ground reunited,
Making playful children delighted
I see the children running around,
Their laughter is a joyful sound,
Although autumn brought chilly air,
The children run around without a care
Leaves are a song that moves along without care,
Leaves are like fire in the chilly air,
Leaves are the fire that breaks through cold ice,
Leaves are like our homes that feel warm and nice
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