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Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Poem Details | by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: nostalgiamom, me, night, candy, day, me, mom, night, time, high school, i love you,

Time Machine

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: happiness, high school, lost love, love, me, night, romance, sweet,

Indelible

I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even loveIt was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible because it was incredible for me. If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked into the store I worked at nightly all aloneHe brought with him a smile just for me - beautiful, magical, seducingWere he music, he'd have been the warmest song to ever touch my soulPerhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store, his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase, engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue Did he know I fairly worshiped him? And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free? I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to QuebecI do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out, for I had waxed complete in my audacityKnowing it was his last night in town, I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming. The stuff of poetry that night transpired.fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned. Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes, the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my backHe taught me how small things can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know, and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly, nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night, for others in my life I've kissed, yet I have never missed them. My dream love wrote me postcards from QuebecThen it all died out. I marriedA few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected! Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new homeI took the call, as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one armHeart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married nowSo though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory I chose to make with him that one day of my life, my very best, because for just one night, I was CinderellaA prince still holds my slipper, and infinite romance lives on inside my poems. For Frank Herrera's First Love Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Pace INK-U-SCRIPT |
Categories: funny, god, high school, imagination, introspection, life, love,

LOVE at FIRST SIGHT

Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."


Poem Details | by Brandee Augustus |
Categories: childhood, love, nostalgia, school, teenme,

His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between


Poem Details | by lovely sharma |
Categories: black love, break up, cry, feelings, high school, lost love, love hurts,

love kills

I just got to the grave today, death was given to you by my infidelity.

Along the way alive, my soul was given death.

Thy Ishq ruined my mahi like this,

Your every axis raised me up
never ask you for dream love stories

Never wanted to love such fake love.

  Did not know the consequences would be this
name of love will be murdered

You stab in the chest

And it hurts in the heart.

Had made a spectacle in the poetic life.

The desire of the moment was made of corpse.

Death came to love on that day, that I had made.

You were playing with heart and I was feeling love
dréams all got crushed - misunderstanding has gone away.

Dreams burn - they died

They became clean and became ashes

Who says the ashes are just human

I had seen dreams also being eroded.

The eyes that had seen love in the eyes had seen the goodness.

Why do you die every time I ask you ??

 What is your likeness?

 She said mine was my love.

She used to say "Mahi" to whom she had revealed.

Those last hopes were shattered by my breakdown.

Took the robbery in love's market.

Often what they used to say was eaten.

First of all, by making fun of it.

i always used to walk behind you.

 And you keeps the infidelity behind you.

In sweet sweet things, the poison went away.

My grave went deeper.

He continued to poison, I used to drink

He kept kicking and I continued to die.

That was the fact that love was done.

       Whom you called "mahi"

 


Poem Details | by Dennis Spilchuk |
Categories: first love, love, memory, romantic, school, together,

A Study In Love

A Study In Love

Her expressions were delicious, her aroma intoxicating,
Her presence lovely and her conversation intriguing.
I was at a loss for words as we engaged in study, together;
The arts, that separates man from the animals.
It didn’t feel like work to me — it felt flirtatious.
And when the spark from her eye leaped into my heart,
I was emboldened to asked her, shyly;  
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
And without hesitation she answered; “Of course!”
Then gently placed her hand on mine, — the touch so warm.
Naturally, I was taken aback by the her quick response,
And gazed into her face; contemplating whether to kiss her or not.
The moment seemed real, the timing perfect and she willing,
But the fool in me out of desperation looked for excuses,
Afraid to show my inner most feelings due to my upbringing,
   Let go; pretending to resume our interaction in education.
   But my mind blossomed in that encounter!


Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: boyfriend, culture, cute love, humorous, love, racism, spanish,

Notes on Dating a Latino: What You Don't Learn in High School Spanish Class

OneLatino boys like Buffalo Wild WingsIt isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

TwoLatino boys are persistentWhen he asks to kiss you for the first time, say noWhy? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yetDon't worry..he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.

ThreeLatino boys are really good kissers.

FourLatino boys love their familyHis cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of themIf any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematicYour boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about itYou will probably worry about it anywaySometimes it's better to let things go.

FiveLatino boys are romanticHe will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English languageSince his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks,  uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.

SixNotice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise..remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.

SevenWhen he offers to teach you the meringue, say yesWhen you trip over each other's feet, laughWhen his face moves close to yours..kiss him.

EightWhen your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober(Well, more soberDo not bring up tequilaThey're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.

NineWhen you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.

Ten"Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.


Poem Details | by Joey Foto |
Categories: girl, girlfriend, innocence, love, memory, school, summer,

The Ice Cream Truck

the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can hear singing from the kids in room 4b, msmcdonald's class.

the weather outside was a balmy 80 on this june day.
text books, paint brushes, and the obligatory pre-chewed bubble gum filled the desk cavity.
the assistant principle announces something inaudible on the speaker system.
and we are fast approaching the anticipated summer break.

summerthat's when spring lovers finally kiss and the butterflies leave their cocoon.
birds singing and the flowers are saturated with their red, blue, and pink hues.
the last day of school is finally here and the children ride the bus for the last time.
vacationsswimming poolsocean citythe smell of hot dogs, grass and humidity.

jersey summers are hotreally hot where i grew upyou sweat just by looking out the window.

then one day, the familiar sound of circus-like music faintly approaches town.
louder and louder until everyone knows its the ice cream truck turning the street corner.
the famous mrsoftee, or good humor truck, or some local self employed bearded man.
whatever it was, ice cream in all kinds, flavors, colors, and shapes was 25 yards and 25 cents away.

the music kept playing as children seemingly sprayed out of their homes in rapid succession.
a gathering soon followed with parents and children standing all against that delicious truck.
chocolatepeanut buttervanillastrawberrycookies and creamcookie dough.
sandwichesbowlsconessmoothiessundayssprinklesnutsoh so yummy!

i miss that ice cream trucki miss those days...

...and i miss you just as much.


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: dog, heart, love, me, money, pets, school, truth,

Tige

(Circa 1910) Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige They were close – as close as honey and bees If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on – Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would sneeze Grandpa was noted for his wealth and generosity. His love for me was demonstrated when he paid my college fees. The love he held for Tige was almost the same for me. And ol’ Tige was always with Grandpa wherever he might be. College life was different then, separation was the norm. And years at Alma Mater meant years far from the farm. Students have it difficult and allowances soon shrink So, short of money there, I soon began to think. Grandpa, bless his giving heart, quickly came to mind That bulldog owned his generous heart – if somehow I could find Some way to convince my grandpa to increase the money sent -- I came upon a devious plan – and this is how it went. I wrote and told my grandpa, “There’s things you ought to know. The things they’re doin’ here at school will set your heart aglow.” “They’re takin’ all these sorts of dogs – it came as quite a shock Grandpa, you won’t believe me, they’re teachin’ dogs to talk.” Now grandpa loved ol’ Tige so much it didn’t take him long To ask how much would it take to send ol’ Tige along? Well, when I gave a figure, Grandpa was satisfied If this crazy scheme was figured out, there’s no place I could hide. I kept feeding grandpa all sorts of good reports How Tige was a star pupil and mascot of all sports Two years passed and soon there came the time to take Tige home Grandpa was so excited -- Tige was never more to roam. Grandpa came runnin’ when I stepped down off the train. His eager eyes were searching for what he’d never see again. “Where’s ol’ Tige?” he asked, as we began to walk. “He’s not comin’.” I replied, “C’mon we need to talk.” This morning I was shaving in the bathroom by the sink And Tige was justa talkin’ when he looked at me and winked. “Ya know’ he said, “I’ll be so glad to be back home at last.” There are some things I’ve thought about that went on in the past.” “I was standin’ at the mirror with my razor in my hand Ol’ Tige was talkin’ ‘bout some things he couldn’t understand. I could not believe the lies he told – things he’d seen first hand Like the times he saw you wrestlin’ with that female hired hand.” His words just lit a fire with the pictures that he painted I almost couldn’t help myself – Grandpa, I nearly fainted. It seems that I lost it some and when I finally woke, I’d grabbed him by the backa his neck and cut his lyin’ throat. I know grandpa was shaken, I saw it in his eyes. A look of consternation he could not disguise He seemed to be relieved, as he looked at me and said, “Now, Son, I really need to know, are you sure ol’ Tige is dead?” Years have hidden the truth of this deception that I wrought. I’m the one who wove deceptive tales that everybody bought. But when the truth is told at last and no more lies are found You’ll gladly find an ending that surely will astound. Grandpa? -- He now lives with Jesus, and me? -- I’m headed there. Tige? – I know he’s still around though I shouldn’t tell you where. We made a pact some years ago when things went awfully bad. For years he’s been the best darn mascot my school ever had.


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: beauty, boyfriend, cute love, high school, inspirational, passion,

A Beautiful Man-A Poem Time Forgot II

                                         A Poem Time Forgot II
                                           Sponsor: Silent One

                              I saw heaven once again in your eyes,
                             and felt it in your arms when wrapped
                                            all around me...
                           Intertwined like barbed wire on a fence,
                         the comfortable warmth all came rushing
                                          back to me again...
                                 like grandma and her childhood
                             memories of when her mother would 
                                          bake cookies...and
                                       
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                  That old familiar scent of breath
                                   came stumbling down my neck,
                                and I recalled the time you held me
                          making sure I would remember that feeling 
                                            when I am alone.
                            Whenever away from your strong arms,
                                        I recall it to my mind,
                                         and all seems so new,
                                      like the first day of my life
                                             I am reborn, and...
       
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                     You came to me in friendship,
                                      now the keeper of my heart.
                                Funny how I never thought we would
                                             end up together.
                           Guess that's how love works sometimes.
                                        You always see it happen
                                  on those old movies and wonder
                              if it can really happen that way, and..
        
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                     Thank you for being so real,
                                         true and individualistic,
                                so full of smiles, laughter and love.
                                   How can there not be any love
                                            in you sweetheart?
                                     A heart without love is like
                                      an ocean without water..
                                            it does not exist.
                                     When in deep discussion,
                                       feeling lucky enough
                                           to listen to you,
                                    or simply sitting in silence,
                               you show me a love like no other.
                                    So, in return I love you, for...

                                                         ~You are my beautiful man.

                                        World Literature Class
                                               12-7-1996


Poem Details | by Kennedy Lea |
Categories: care, celebration, child, courage, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, for him, girl, girlfriend, growth, high school, how i feel, i love you, kiss, love,

Shortest Love Story

Our elbows collided, 
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty, 
When I write
with my right.


Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, school, school, time, high school,

Ghosts of South Dakota part 4

	Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep Even the hot chocolate did not do 
much to help sedate the excitement.
	We were hoping for sleds that year The snow was perfect for 
sledding especially like we did it We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up 
and were pulled through the hills We got our sleds My dad and my uncle made 
them for us.
	No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the 
radio Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use We spent many hours 
playing cards or games.
	I took time out and went to high school and college and got my 
teaching certificate.
	My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government 
turned the schools over to the local government.
	The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and 
Indian families were living in them The school was dirty and unkept.
	Now the school is gone The ancestors who once walked these 
dusty plains are gone The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone.
	They are Ghosts Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds 
Ghosts  who still chop wood on those sub zero nights And the drums we heard 
in the middle of the nights are still beating They beat as strongly as the heart 
beats in a healthy body The laughter of the children still echoes under the 
bridge.
	The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin The Battle of 
Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought  between the white man and the 
Indian on the northern plains It's cries still echo across the land.
	My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left 
in the dust But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven 
still lives And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.


Poem Details | by JADAZZLE UNITED |
Categories: first love, romance, school,

Behind The Bike Sheds

We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the kiss of life.

We stood in his room in front of head
Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red
Darren shifted nervously from side to side
Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride
I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour
In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder
He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance
I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance'

Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell
What the headmaster had to say 
After school we stopped beside the wishing well
We passed along the way 
We kissed each other then kissed our penny
Then watched the penny fall 
The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many
We have no regrets at all.

16th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson


Poem Details | by RA Shagun |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, first love, mentor, proposal, romance, school, teen, valentines day,

The Class Guide

Me....,
a shy.,
 and 
bashful guy
always kept me.,
confined to last bench..
down my head,
huddled heart ,
blenched my breathes and 
arms always clenched..


Staring with a thief eye
to each one 
around  me 
but confrontation
was not my forte,
this fragility always
kept  me away 
from my very interest
and invariably
was a thwart.

   
New day in the class,
New teachers and 
Classmates too.,
but for me
each day was new
and each one., who? 


Newly painted class 
curtained each side,
The Teacher announces
our new class guide...


In actual fact
I wasn't a beauty gaper,
but this time
she forced me too sharper...
hardly I lavished my time 
in any admiration..,
but this would give,
drive to my contemplation.., 
breaking the ice to her
difficult and caffeine  beauty
eyes were clear and watered ,
lips were glossy and frooty..


Tallest and 
her collar in the same way.,
I stared alot but
kept her eye away..
walk like breeze 
silent and cool
smile like blooming lily.,
none of her company
can stand by her
she was the perfect dilly..


Crowd would stop
while she starts 
mostly buring in vex.,
she wants pin drop silence 
 in the class,otherwise,
 bitter pills to suspects..


The same rain
I got whole year,
Whole year 
I got ,
teacher will start ,
we all will set ,
and I will get lost,
The last day of
this beautiful phase 
I was loosing carelessly.,
No courage,
No rescue ,
The day cutting readily.

God miracle  or 
some boon ,
when she came ,  
in her black shoon..,
shrinking and shy 
asked me a favour.,
Reaching to the seventh heaven
I started quiver..


Yea....Yea...
I did it
and then asked my will..


Very courageous., 
honestly it was
to utter such word.,
but......,I knew 
It was the
last chance
and never again for
me....., 
such a coward..


So....I did 
did it fast
listening it....,
she got locked
'No Words'
 she said
but I....,
I did it
did it
Yea..., 
I do.
 
                                                                                                by-Shagun


Poem Details | by Marie Harrison |
Categories: family, fantasy, happiness, imagination, love, teen, upliftingschool, brother, brother, life, love, me, school, high school,

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.

 

Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.



Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.



I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.

 

Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.



An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.

 

Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady

Mardi Gras was my fame.

 

One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask 

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain 



Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.



 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed. 



Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me tooI always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.



I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.



Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.





 

 


Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, life, love, high school,

Death - Reborn - Balassi Stanza

As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow

In Darkness, unforeseen 
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow

I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow 

Inspired by DrRam Mehta’s Contest
              “ Balassi Stanza “

Author’s Note : DrRam has Taught me more English
Than my Jr& SrHigh School Teachers : Combined


Poem Details | by Wyatt Loethen |
Categories: allegory, angst, childhood, confusion, death, depression, family, fear, life, loss, lost love, people, sad, school, social, teen, me, me,

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Poem Details | by Emily Rakis |
Categories: lifeme, parents, age, age, love, me, parents, high school,

15 and stupid

This poem was inspired by my best friend and her troubles: ) We go out on our first date, We go back to your house, Your parents are asleep, We go to your bedroom, You tell me you love me and that you will take care of me, I wake up thinking of last night your laying next to me holding me, You wake up and look at me and smile, You lean over and kiss me, I feel like you are the best thing to ever happen to me, You are my first love, Little do we know what’s happening, Nine months latter we are parents, We are planning our marriage, Our lives are set in stone now, We are parents at age fifteen, engaged at age fifteen, Life has just left our eyes, Now we are two teens in love living on their own parents disowned them, child with them drop outs of high school and working jobs to survive. What a stupid mistake we made at age fifteen. Under aged sex is not a smart choice unless you want my life….


Poem Details | by Jerry Golden |
Categories: death, family, friendship, lost love, sad, song-day, life, me, day, life, me, high school,

Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


Poem Details | by Robert Ginter |
Categories: daughter, lovemom, heart, heart, love, mom, high school,

DNA

I want to explain
How I feel about you
The thoughts in my head
How my heart feels too

Your mom and I joined
And you were already here
I came onto the scene 
A little late, I fear

Just four months old
When we first met
"Who's this stranger?"
You were thinking, I bet

You woke up crying
And your mom was impressed
For I put you to sleep
Up against my chest

I fell in love with you
And took your mom as my wife
I remember those years 
As the best in my life

Boy, was I jealous 
When you met your "real" dad
I wanted to grab him
And yell at him so bad :)

We are married no more
Your mother and I
When I think about that
Sometimes I still cry

Many years have passed
My how you've grown
You're in high school now
And have your own cell phone

And tho we now live
Two states apart
I love you so much!
With all of my heart!

So remember you this
Miss Ashley Nicole....
You're my pride and joy
You're in my heart and soul

And I don't care 
What people think or say
It matters not to me
Your true DA

With lots of love,
                         Dad


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: childhood, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, school, social, teenme,

1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on medont bother to look awayive already noticedi wish i was 
brave enough to stare backit doesnt bother me, just makes me curiouswhat are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me outbut you wontbecause youve 
only met the imposteryou havent stopped to look into my eyes.


Poem Details | by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: dedication, devotion, faith, family, children, friendship, happiness, hope, life, love, people, sad, school, sorry, teen

I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



Poem Details | by Christy Hardy |
Categories: hope, life, love, school, son, time, time,

One Day

I watched as his tiny hands held the crayon,
first time homework, and I wanted to help,
but I knew this was his challenge, not mine.
In time he would figure things out on his own,
and one day, he would be a daddy, with children
of his own.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: crush, cute, high school, love,

Between Bells


          ~   Hey, Karin - returning your note   ~

Perhaps I'm not your type, alas
          But I'm behind you, here in class
               Adoring each and every thing you do
     The way you talk, so soft, yet clear
And tuck the tresses 'hind your ear
          (The hair I'd love to run my fingers thru)..

               I love the way you tilt your hip
     And always bite your bottom lip
Whene'er you get excited or annoyed
          The way you pass me little notes
               Crimped origami birds and boats
     Advising me which girls I should avoid..

For me it's not the threads or bling
          It's each sweet, steamy little thing
               That other guys don't care about at all
     And yet, if added, two-plus-two
They make for one amazing YOU
          (The enigmatic YOU I'd love to call)..

               You might not know me very well
     A semester - long enough to tell
I'm apt to always treat you with respect
          You're quite romantic, just like me
               And know that love can someday be
     As faithful as two hearts can thus affect..

So, if I may, I'll start this task
          As rhyme and meter, meant to ask
               If you might give us just an evening each?
     Perhaps a steak house, Japanese
A theater then - that new release
          And then a peaceful walk along the beach..

               The stroll may seem a bit too soon
     But sad to waste that lovely moon
And what romance it weaves, no one can tell
          I hope you'll flip this page and write
               You'd love to date me, (Friday night)
     But quickly now, before they ring..

          The bell!




Written and submitted on February 19, 2019
For the "School Time Crush" Poetry Contest
Faraz Ajmal, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: autumn, nostalgia, rain, romantic love, school, together, youth,

TIME OF OUR LIFE



Autumn rainstorm
The sound of freedom
The taste of youth
Skipping classes
Naughty and misbehaving
To tunes on the radio
Safe in our own world
Thought we had it all
We had each other
And our dreams
Time stood still



posted on December 23, 2018


Poem Details | by Michael Wise |
Categories: crush, love, school,

Be My Queen

I've never met anyone ever before
quite like you when you walk through the door

As you sit at your desk day after day
there are so many things that I'd like to say

You're smart and pretty and ever so kind
Right now you're the only thing on my mind

You make me feel like I matter to you
And I'd like to believe you think of me too

You laugh at my jokes, you care when I'm down
If we were together I'd show you the town

I'd be your king and you'd be my queen
I've got my own car and I'm almost eighteen

I've been thinking about you this whole year long
I've got something to say though it may be wrong

You're my favorite teacher, it's plain to see
My Dear Miss Jones will you go out with me?


2/2/19


Poem Details | by Franklin Price |
Categories: blessing, grandchild, high school, love, star, youth,

The Story of Granddaughter Lily

The story of Granddaughter Lily
By Franklin Price
4/14/2015

The story of granddaughter Lily
Is one I feel compelled to tell
Of talent that revealed itself
Really from the starting bell

At her birth and I was there
Entered the stage oh what a sight
Star of the show she was that day
A prelude to this Friday night

Precocious as a growing child
Entertaining was her thing
If one or more were in her view
Never missed a chance to dance and sing

Then came the play in seventh grade
Pirates of Penzance the name
Tried out for the leading role
And so began her school play game

We were there and cheering proudly
She sang and acted as a pro
At the end applauding loudly
We hugged her neck said way to go

The years have flown since way back then
She has performed in song and dance
Lily a high school senior now
Curtains in the Pirates of Penzance

We will be there to watch the show
Grandparents cannot stay away
We'll clap and cheer embarrass her
Celebrate this final high school play

I know this will not be the last
For entertainment is her thing
On to college and on from there
Excited to see what life will bring


Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: age, angel, beautiful, beauty, body, boyfriend, celebration, celebrity, change, character, creation, desire, emotions, children, friendship, girl, girlfriend, hero, humorous, i love you, image, life, memorial day, memory, middle school, relationship, romantic, school, society, student, teen, teenage, truth, wisdom, woman, women, words, world, youth,

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


Poem Details | by whitney cooley |
Categories: baby, blessing, boyfriend, family, love, marriage, school,

Life after High School

Life after High-School is gonna be tough
I will do what i can to get employed
Even though it may be a little rough
and I'm sure it will make me paranoid
I will then ask my girl to marry me
We will have a nice house and nice yard
It will be roughYes! I guarantee
But i will have her there when things get hard
Nine months go by there is a little boy
I hope that time doesn't fly by too fast
He will be my little bundle of joy
Before we knew it the time flew on past
Hes in college, its just me and my mate
So, life out of high-school i just can't wait.