Learn more about other poetry terms
Hurting so bad that I smother Seeing I’m stuck in the gutter Weeping without one another Stranded with nothing to plunder
error to the plight staying home at night out of sight a moonlurk bite seasoned to its best home sequential mood teror to its thrill big deal look dead to the fisher end sequential meeting stand close forgiving
Spring time love is all around listen to the rap sound in town trying to fry bacon in the frying pan out working on my tan Got an unbelievable plan to take my message to the streets
Your love for me is as simple to you as breathing is to me. When I open up to you, there is no judgment from your eyes or from your full lips.
There is a new butterfly That perches in the flowers of minds Eyes don’t blink in seconds Costumed like the rainbow in the sky I threw my eyes in my pocket My mind in the cupboard
these words that are down on a page are intended for someone to feel something whether it be: happiness sadnesss or just feelings writing is lonely.
Her smile shines like the bright sun Teacher's plush pink lips Move fluently as she speaks to us "How about we play a game, class?" My face lights up I love teacher's games!
American pride is wrongfully written its true meaning is hidden beneath zealous jingoism pride, on a Mohs scale, is a ten
Dedicated to the school, victims and the families affected by the Sandy Hook Shooting The blood washes out of our bodies, our faces. The hairs on my arms stand on end.
He shot aimlessly. Not caring where the bullet landed Or if it had any purpose at all; Only wanting others to hurt as he hurt. And so he forced a nation to pray.
There is no room in my life for bullets. There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires. I have seen too much. I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
I remember him coming home on the first day of school
Child, tell me your dreams, tell me of your aspirations... BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
Little Angles A Tribute to the Fallen Children of Sandy Hook
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same. …
A normal day like any other, You smile across the room. I make my way to talk to you, Then screams erupt, but whom? Our eyes dart to the open door, Where classmates hurry by,
Little Souls, blind death Christmas was close But Jesus planned it differently Loud cry, melancholy spirit It was a gloomy year A gloomy december You will always be remembered
Child: The night Before. We celebrated Chanukah. The Dradle spinning Round and round Until it fell. Down, down, down. I hugged mommy and daddy
Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
I dropped you off at school just like any other day. I never thought you’d be taken away. Your smile still burns in my mind. Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
Today I became angry with GodWhom I do not believe in
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...
“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
We're broken from the inside out tell me where do we go now in these dark nights and hopeless times when all our faith runs out
Child, he was just a child He was shot in cold blood With no reason, but he was the victim Children, children, children These children were young They probably thought they did something wrong
I felt a genocide in my soul And dictators of the centennial Kept marching, marching till it seemed Hope was springing detrimental
Weakened by the turmoils of the world I am contained By the television screens that speak of the cruelties And hinders my heart day after day
(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak)
There are explanations. Explanations that God keeps tucked away in a little box, In the corner of his office. He doesn’t even know what he wants to do with them.