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The shrill trill of the baboon,
a crude tune sung beneath the moon.
Taking swills to steel their wills—
The second of three poems in a final project assigned during the ELA 12 poetry unit.
Beginning stanza, quoted, belongs to "Spring Drawing 2" by Robert Hass;
Fading away from this oppressive light
drifting into an endless night
Happiness renewed under different circumstance
Embracing the energy of this maniacal dance
On ethereal wings I flee from my spark
Believe it or not, you've inspired,
Something inside with which hope can be acquired.
Despite the memories burnt in the fire,
I'll always remember us and reach ever higher.
Next time I think I'm too tired,
Inspired
A lot of things come to mind when we think of Inspiration
We have Motivation and Pain that Inspires us
Or we have Love and Desire that Inspires us
The river appears before me that I never knew of,
It fills me with confusion, for I never knew it.
A child, just there, just there, like a river flows before me
Tingly, sensation running through my body
Excitement coursing in my veins
The unknown is everything before me
What has passed sets a foundation for today
Art is Inspiring
By Ashley Rissmiller
Art is inspiring!
Art flows from the creative mind.
The poet…
The painter…
The dancer…
The musician…
The actor…
The dreamer…
Into the cave I went,
Clueless and rather small.
Voices, laughing, crying,
I didn’t know where I belonged at all.
I never saw myself being involved
Oh how sweet to feel the warmth of a smile,
While being caught up in your eyes all the while.
We sit together by the fire
While you never fail to inspire.
Your words don't go unheard,
What a concept inspritaion is.
The idea that some one, some thing, some fleeting moment or passing comment
could inspire someone to make a change
take a step
give an inch
and change there life forever.
Drawing Inspiration
Like a glimpse into a dream
I find something in a silver seam
A dust or drop, a ray of light
Fills my heart so full and tight
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
As the sun slowly sets in the falling heat of summer,
It shines a light hue of gold.
A warm a color as smooth as honey,
I simply stare as I can tell my eyes have lit up,
there are so many people in this world
so many ideas
so many thoughts.
it is a miracle that we can exsist at all.
there are so few people who rise about the rest
above the noise and chaos.
To be inspired,
is a beautiful thing.
Some find it in flowers,
others in things unseen.
So as I sit here and write down my feelings,
I ask myself this, well what inspires me.
My mind has pondered, on the insightful topic of my own heart
It has wondered what gets me moving.
What pushes me to dream the dreams that I dream
And there it is
“Congratulations!”
Written on the first line
Is that for me?
Is that a false alarm?
Am I needed for diversity?
I patiently waited for my real letter
No one can stop me, Even if I see your shadowI Come closer to you, Even if you want to goI Always love you, Even if you don’t think soI Want to say sorry, Even if you hit with toe
There is an annoying orange fruit,
Who considers himself as quite cute.
A sprite would start raving mad
Then beating this funny lad
With some leprechaun magic, "Hoot, hoot!"
As I lay here with my thoughts..thoughts of reflection. Thinking about the hearts I mishandled carelessly, breaking them after adding them to my collection.
You were in and out of my life for as long as I can remember
In a place, you might as well call home
Three walls, behind bars, all alone
You made friends whose names were pen and paper
It has taught me how to express myself in ways actions could not.
It has molded me into someone who does not use the words can not.
Since I can remember, probably the age 8
old folks taught me to sit and pray.
They gathered around, coming at me
from left and right preaching words
out loud like, understand you need to
Inspired by the fire
So vibrant and bright
Dancing in the wind
As stars light the night
Mesmerizing all
So alive and free
A light so bright
That all can see
And although you maybe
20 years have now passed
and It’s hard to believe
That the pain of the loss
is still there with me
As strong as before
but with less memory
But no less the desire though
P a t h w a y s
By: SeemsPoetic
I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying
In my mind…
Fallen in love with things unseen
Culture I have adored
People I'v never met before
Inspired beyond reward
Trapped in this selfish humanity
Gated we'll always be
I love how your hand fits in mine, I love how your smile can light up a room, I love how your eyes shine in the sun light, I love when your Eyes meet mine. You are the Ronald to my Hermine.
Because I love you.
I will admit when I am wrong.
Because I love you..
I won't ever do you wrong.
Because I love you..
I will build a rapport.
Because I love you..
Since when does one become "evil"?
Is it my pride that broods you?
Or my age of wisdom and fairness
No one
Not even my little sister
Could ever succeed?
Left and right, front and back people
Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that
Slide. All for
Saving their legs. The ding
Sounds a high pictched tone. A
Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
i once met a goddess on a lonely road
Knots of gold adorning her crown
shining jewels as green as a toad
Diverted all the way down
roses flourished in her cheeks
As she continued to stare
Dear Frank, These days I dreamto be your soulful tragedienne -Your affinity across the sea;That awaits your return so patiently. For a man who lives one love at a time,
I'm nine years old
and what do you know?
I got these feelings,
how do I show?
At the computer I sit
and out my fingers, poems flow.
One, then two, four, five, ten,
A wizard climbed in through a tunnel
He broke with with quite a struggle
I knew he was a wizard because I’m a muggle
“Well hi” I said in a tone quite sarcastic
You make me happy when skies are grey.
And even when they’re not.
Because we are taught
That things are conditional.
I’ll do this,
If you do that.
For some reason we struggle
Where on Earth will you go
If you just give up now?
There are so many things your potential can allow!
Stand straight and tall,
And try hard not to fall,
As you rise to conquer them all!
All drifting in the wind
The soft sweep
Of … my life.
Nothings gonna change my world
But then you came along
Nothings gonna change my world
You broke my heart
And changed my world
In the dark
Of the night
Beneath the light
From the moon
In the smell
Of the leaves
On the trees
Throughout the clearing
Before the light
Of the sun
To see a place,
to watch its people
walk around
with their Tesco bags
and their baguettes
and their pretty smiles
is nice.
To hear a place,
to listen to its birds
It’s in the way I see shapes in the clouds.
It’s how I feel when the sun kisses the horizon good night.
It’s when the bride and groom hold hands.
It’s the first breath from the summit.
It was warm and sunny outside
and the way the brick walls held
that heat inside like a blanket
reminded me of our winters.
The buzzing willow crowd
made me smile
like when you tapped my nose
I ask you to listen to me
You hear my words but you only hear, not listen
You have not done what I've asked
I ask you to care for me
You care about me but only to an extent
You have not done what I've asked
I'm addicted to beauty,
Addicted to destruction.
I'm addicted to pieces and broken things
Because I'm trying to find my "whole".
I'm addicted to the sunrise,
And to the moonrise,
As a human I am flaw
To deny is to lie.
To polish to perfection is the work of the demented
To be something I am not is to abominate my heart
As a human I have flaw
I lose myself, collapse; another breakdown,
I find myself; rised; another landslide,
I changed; succeded; another let down,
but those little things outside, shutdown.
I'd opened my eyes and saw what's inside,
You wonder why i am still here and across the world i should have been. Because opportunity left me as a little girl. Grow up in hood, watch folks sale their soul to get rich quick.
Girls and boys do not fool yourself
A mirror does not define who you are
When you wake up in the morning
Do not look in the mirror
If inside you feel good then you look Good
her life isnt as perfect as it seems
its filled with false hopes
and fucked up dreams
and when she searched the world
she failed to find her
one
and only
piece of mind
Clap yo' hands,
Clap yo' hands!
Sia's music is the only music-
That can make me dance;
If ever I'm down and out,
Or just need SOMETHING
To think about,
Sia knows just what to do;
Tears begin in her dead green eyes
which fall and shatter like glass.
Her heart had frozen long ago.
On her face,
She wears a mask.
To them She smiles; I see Her frown.
The heart that you have beats for only one reason or for someone. In my case is for someone really special.
The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered.
Why the fuck do we need money to help people with injuries or illnesses?
Why can't all of the countries around the world make an agrrement to make health care free?
A simple no
Can mean life or death
A simple yes
Can make a flower sprout or an old man fall
Is it red ? or is it blue?
The decisions essential for life
These decisions
No one knows the real me.
On the outisde, I smile, I grin, and I greet everyone
Everyone that has seemed to put me down
I hide behind a smile... I smile as if there was not a single problem in my life.
Blessed is the man that do not walk in the counsel of the unGody,
nor stand in the way of sinners,
Your kisses hold me hostage
like a barrel to my brain
Your scent constricts my breathing
it's like haroine in my veins
You came in with guns blazing
and demanded my heart
Your fingernails tear through my flesh as we spin through dead air,
my arm clenched around your neck for life,
Your blood boils just as mine,
and when the pressure is released,
Paradise sits on the mountainside
Towering buildings of all size
Where the water rolls and glides
Up on this city of mine
Towering buildings of all size
it is 4a.m.
i peer down at christmas lights strung across dusty anthills.
6 stories and 1 roof high,
my metaphorical hand grasps the closest metaphorical hand;
knees are pressed up against backs for warmth.
Hannah was late coming home this evening.
Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving.
Work was hard and she hadn't any time
When we're under the sheets
I'm more than just dreaming
I'm in a better place, bigger than just my fairytale
I miss you so much it hurts or maybe i miss what we use to have, I use to think the phrase "i love you to much it hurts" wasnt true, but as I can see thats the definition of how im feeling.
If I aspire to nothing I will be nothing.
If I work hard I'll only be disappointed
But...
If I work for me I will achieve greatness.
If I live to love I shall crash and burn.
I have a house I call my own,
within a white cerebral sky.
It’s lively and it flows,
but someday it’ll die.
Splattered with pink, red, and white,
She was a hurricane
a tempest so true
so strong and indestructible
blowing through existence
and soaking everyone
in her way
day by day
more fell wounded
from her rage
I've never felt so empty yet full
You take over my mind,
Like dark clouds on a stormy day
But add color to my darkest nights
The thought of you fills my mind
But takes my soul
Why is it that you can’t see
Your own beauty?
I wish I had a million words to
Describe you.
What is it that makes you
Quietly doubt my love?
I wish I had a million words to describe it.
When I was young I didn't know,
Where exactly I should go.
My life was crazy, always turning,
Never knowing, always learning.
I'm a growing flower and knowledge is power.
One ride away,
a ride filled with men.
To battle they go,
in defense of their kin.
Some sleep and some pray,
some bask in the din,
some think about their future,
ALL hope for a win.
Your magic is black magic laced with orchid and nebulae in cycling and accelerating returns the giants of cloud's wont in inversed s
just a clone
Alone
forgotten
a beast
no free will
chained
caged
harvested
light
prince of hell
hated
just a creation
just a clone
Alone
forgotten
a beast
no free will
chained
caged
harvested
light
prince of hell
hated
just a creation
Two adventure stories in conceit.
Alas I could not read each.
One was said to hold happy deceit.
The other holds pain, sorrow, and defeat.
Girl in Blue wading in golden grain so tall it tickles her palms as she strides toward a nearby spruce.
She breathed in the air fresh from a recent rain.
Grew up with only one image in my eyes, "I will never make it". It was even worse soon as I heard that my best friend, my mother was taken.
Crystal clear water
dances effortlessly amongst the reefs.
The crest of waves
fall upon the sand
like gentle giants.
Seashells abundant in every direction
are vivid in the morning light.
In the midst of all madness one thing will stay true
a future,a purpose, for me and for you.
Each person, each problem, so big or so small
will only push you to the point of it all.
One of eight, a boy grows up listening to Beatles music
He sings along to every song
And hopes his voice is heard
He sings of love and "Let it Be"
His family sings along
You'd never guess how far you'd go
To gain a freedom you've never known.
All it takes is that right preson, the right way
To help you get through another day.
Don't let them tell you that there's no truth
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue;
Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello;
Biting at the first taste what life has strung;
And spitting out my past below.
My first hello of my new career;
What a wonderful time;
For a wonderful change;
To celebrate America's;
Another coming of age.
Oh beautiful our country is;
Another year to renew;
United we stand;
Every year;
You'll grow one year older.
You'll be more mature;
And you'll be much bolder.
There is a special time;
In every person's life;
To experience something new;
His self is more than just a common male;
Pale tint skin far more white than snow;
Conscience as equal as sun and hail;
Large pale blue eyes that radiately glow.
One Day I will conquer the world,
Show the world what I am,
Who I am and where I come from.
I will storm the world like a rocket.
I will feel empowered,
And take my clothes off.
Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind
I have nt slept since the last I saw of them
I long for them, I long for their master
Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine
By the River Piedra
I sat down and wept
All my fears into the stream
Carried down to the stones
The bones, the sun shone
That day, again I await the day
That you return home
We wake up early to go to bed late
Go to a place that we all hate
Have seven long hours of school
Only to go home and have four more
It is was to much for a young teen
Teachers will teach.
Students will learn.
But, the way teachers teach, is the students concern.
They rely on their education to make them great.
My teacher
Waves her hands
Towards the board like my attention
Should be focused on adjectives and verbs
She placed me next to the smelly kid
And the girl who always makes fun of me
I stare outside
People are unpredictable.
If you think they are who they say they are, then you're wrong from the start.
You can only know somebody, if you truly know their heart.
But how will you know that if they cover up their scars,
I dip my toes into the tide
Adjacent to the edge of my all-consuming paracosm.
The water has a mystical air.
The waves are
words
phrases
riddles
waiting for me to taste their cool symphony.
A beautiful glance mothers havea look that warms, comforts and calms,Encourages and embraces you in difficult times.
And with four little letters;
hinged off the corners,
of your lips,
you changed the world.
And out of nowhere;
We write to be heard,
it's the simplest of cases.
We're shouting with our voices,
but being ignored by everyone's faces.
We struggle to succeed,
and become who we're "supposed to be,"
Picked up and read Shel Silverstein,
Looking for a real quick read.
Crazy that I still know the name of it,
But claiming "Hug O' War" as my favorite.
Discovered poetry in the second grade,
Miles away apart from grace,
I need your love to guide me through; where no fear is ever known.
Though seclude, I feel right at home.
Late at night, like my overseer I feel you watching my every move.
Poetic justice which
Whispers in my thoughts
Soft influence
Leads me to my own conclusions
No wrong answers
Indiscernible meanings
Inspirations-
Lead me to always have
Aspirations-
How extraordinary is a flame. Born from nothing, it is a million vibrant reds, purples, and blues glowing with gold. It is fuelled by desire, and burns with a passion to create, grow and live.
I dream of aspiring into a successful person, I dream of helping many people with the talent I hold within, I yearn to prove to my fellow companions that change is possible, that we shouldn't be tied down to the same traditional ways, we have the
Fallen down, broken in the streets
Hopeless eyes filled with pain searching for something to eat
The broken, the abandoned and the abused
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face,
I see a lot of things that are pretty
out of place.
I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion,
A mask to hide
The flaws I imagined.
Where do my words begin?
My world lives in a pen
And when I write, it all comes out
And on the paper, my world is sent
But what is my writing all about?
About my life, my love, my friends
Twenty doves have flown into the graces of an almighty God...
Awaiting with open arms he welcomed in twenty innocents to gather upon his sheep...
I love writing poems
it allows me to express myself,
i can write about foam
and make it symbolic for something else
Theres much you can do
when you have imagination,
you can write one too
I am a Horse
When I was born my owners saw me
"She is a cart horse" they said
My mother agreed
But, I am not a cart horse.
“Good Morning Children!”
“Good Morning m’am”
“Today we’ll learn to read and write,
Under the pillars
And under the trees
Lived a man
Known as Dee
He loved to dance,
Read and write
I can’t really tell you much about my heritage.
For I do not know anything about it.
I can’t say that my ancestors were slaves.
For then I would be telling a lie.
All surrounds the topic
The topic we see in few
Nothing can fell the rush of the experience
The imagery, symbolism, description
Feeling the mind at a staggering embrace
With word nor picture able to describe
I am sick
I am tired
I’m as bored as can be.
My nose is so runny
it could win a mile race.
My eyes are so watery
I’m going to need floodgates.
My back is aching
Wings churching, brilliant orange light,
the unsettled monarch now leaps into flight.
first one beat then two beats, then three and then four,
as the king of the butterflies sets out to explore.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Sit in your seats,
For you are about to read a great play,
Of nothing but deceit:
We push the people we don’t understand,
We drown in our sorrows,
Yet extend our helping hand,
Some strive to be different
But I strive to be me.
They say that it's easy
But, some will never see.
They don't know my struggle, they don't know my pain.
After years of practice, patience, and pain
Thoughts roll
Seasons change
Sun rays blind eyes
Hearts beat
Minds wonder
Gone is yesterday
On the outside I'm strong
But on the inside I'm in Hell
I make subtle cries
But no one who notices will help
(poems go here) On the outside I'm strong
But on the inside I'm in Hell
I make subtle cries
But no one who notices will help
Lets talk about Christ he is the way, he is the truth, he is the light
all three in one the Holy Spirit, and the Father, and the Son
so everybody i hope you listenin' if your not in Christ i know your missin'
A garden of white, bouquets of black and purple.
Black and purple
flowers that resemble her bruised memories.
A garden created of pathways,
interconnected,
confused,
and dizzy.
A garden of mazes,
You don't where I come from
You don't know what I've been through
You don't know how many nights I
Stayed up crying for you
You just think this is a game
But you're the one to realy blame
Two hearts together hath been sworn,
But by a father's words so harsh hath been torn.
Banished away for an act so just,
leaving behind his true love and true lust.
Running so fast with blood stained hands,
I know you play for keeps but my God does too. And I can guarantee he is much better than you. He loved me so much he died on a cross. What you bring to the table and what you have done is one in the same; all you offer me is loss.
