Question by our readers
Last year in 9th grade I started writing poem or fun and to keep myself busy when I was ahead or there was nothing to do. Please tell me what you think. You don’t have to read all of them.
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What is it like to be a Wall
What is it like to be a wall
standing so tall.
What do they see.
Are they looking at me.
Do walls at the mall
see them all.
Do they see the preps being nice
or the jocks needing ice.
What have old walls seen.
A solider only seventeen.
Children running around
or maybe people being bound.
Do they see cars going by.
Do they know the answer to why.
What is it like to be a wall.
When they speak I hope they tell us all.
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A mothers day poem
For a mom on mothers day
In the year 2010, on the 9th of May
I wanted you to know
You rarely say no
You’r lots of fun
You hate waking up before the sun
You take us to the library
Where that old man is kinda scary
You remember I hate pink
You help us think
You put up with all the animals
You help me pick out novels
You let me borrow your hat
Sometimes you need a nap
You like playing FreeCell, and Solitaire.
A mother love like yours is very rare
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Needing answers
Why are trees green
Why are people mean
Who invented tires
How can you tell if someone is a lair
Who named the rose
Who manages Lowes
Who thought of using walls
Who came up with malls
Why is night dark
How do you play darts
Why do dogs pee on fire hydrants
Why do people get worked up over small dents
Why do Yankees talk weird
Why aren’t deadly things feared
How do you end a sentence with the word “The”
That’s how “Duh”
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Sorry for your loss
A girl experienced death
Because she tried meth
They said suicide
“You Lie”
Her mother cried
I am sorry for your loss, people said
But it did not bring her back from the dead….
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Counterproductive poem
I am at a pound
Where dogs are not put down
Dogs of all breeds
Basking in the breeze
Dogs drinking water
Spud with his mother
Had fun today
Can we do it again in May.
I am at a pound
Looking around
Bored out of my mind
Looking at dogs of all kinds
Black, Gray, White, Yellow
Some are mellow
Some are proud
Some are loud
This is such a chore
Never more
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Never have i ever
I have never…
read Shakespeare
killed a deer
been to New York
considered myself a dork
been married
been buried
been tall
played softball
had hair that was red
liked making my bed
been a sophomore
but I have finished a poem before.
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These two dont have a title any suggestions.
I’m in my nook
reading my wildest book
reading each line
one chapter at a time
the time flys
as my favorite character dies
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I’m in class
just wanting to pass
bored out of my mind
looking for a sign
that class is almost over
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