2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, fairy,
by Caren Krutsinger |
Some people like keeping up with the Joneses
I do not know any Joneses who could keep up with me
So I have elected to keep up with the gnomes
How absurdly difficult could that task be?
I like wearing leggings, and I have no height
I love gardens, faerie houses,and toadstools you see.
I am pretty confident I can keep up until FFFT!
They begin rapidly disappearing in front of me.
I scrunch up my face, and concentrate ridiculously hard.
What about keeping up with faeries? Fairies begin to giggle.
I have not giggled in a long long time, annoying my own petard.
How about a dragon fly, I think as I begin my wing-trying-out wiggle.
by Weightless Pen |
absence, loss, lost love, love hurts, missing, romantic, sad love,
I know you will not come
you won't return here by me anymore
I'll wait you
as I wait you every evening
when disappears the light of day
and slowly come down, icy, the veil of night
absurdly and foolishly
your impossible return
when the night falls
or the snow covers the hill all white
I am on the imaginary balcony
waiting for you
even though I know
you will not return
you won't come back here by me anymore
by Nicholas Webb |
funny, happiness, me, hate, me,
I want fame and humility
I want war and I want peace
I want God and I want freedom
I want freedom and enslavment
I want to settle down, and keep moving
I sprint home and crawl to work
I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve
I will kill and I will resurrect
Give me extravagance and give me banality
entertain me and bore me
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
so I will show you my lithe desires, absurdly ensuring I will NEVER be at peace
open your mouth and laugh with me
by Aadhi Bhagavan |
depression, sad love,
Aye, that way, you've chosen.
Away from me you go.
Absurdly, awaiting you I am.
My gentle young girl,
It is lonesome, the path, your choice;
And it is
As dark as my heart has become.
Too genteel and heavy is
The walk you attempt.
Very despair and numbness
It makes mine.
Do I walk?
You are, however, now far off
To my reach,
And me either
To your soft hands.
Days pass, ceaselessly,
As you've gone
And I from you.
by Brian Densham |
What of those dreams that in our mind
Seek distant hopes and in them find
That love and life may be combined
Awakening, our thoughts commence
Become aware in sweet suspense
Of all that new life represents
For as the coming years unfold
Despite what history may mold
Remains a future yet untold
And so, in timid confidence
Of still unproven competence
Uneasily face providence
‘Til broaching wisdom born of birth
Exposes fundamental worth
Of all that’s meaningful on Earth
And in that moment of delight
To smile absurdly at the sight
When everything in life … is right
Apologies for not taking the time to do this right the first time.
by Tiffany Julius |
As we spend time solving problems,
And I learn what she likes and dislikes.
I find we have most everything in common.
She counts me as a sister,
And absurdly ive realized,
I’m in love with her.
As we spend more time together,
And I dance and dip her.
Sending my heart fluttering and flittering.
I tell her that I cannot be her sister,
I long to be her lover,
Instead I opt for her best friend.
As I tell her this, she agrees.
I long to kiss her, hold her, love her.
Make her mine.