The Richmond Heights Teen Poetry Club met once or twice a month between April 1997 - Dec. 1999, to read poetry, write poetry, and eat snacks. These samples of their poetry (& other poems submitted more recently) are meant to inspire teens to submit their own poems on any topic to the WebSmart Teen Page. Submit a poem here, including your first name and your age if you like.
| Power | Questioning
| Growing-up | Anger,
Grief, Loneliness | The Earth
a new day comes
I want to see every hand
being held by another
across the countries, oceans, and continents.
I want to see every man,
woman and child coming
together in friendship, love
Hearing everyone singing one
song across the nations
and the world.
Smelling the sweet smells
from the flowers in the field nearby.
Also the smell of cakes, cookies
or brownies in the oven.
the sun goes down and the moon is rising
every girl and boy will sit
close to their families and hear stories
Or sit around the dinner
table having a loving dinner.
Maybe they are gathered
around the fireplace just talking
or singing, or having fun.
day my hopes and my dreams
of this perfect world will come true.
Seeing all the people coming together.
Hearing all the people sing one song.
Smelling all the sweet smells
that are across the whole world.
Hopefully your dreams of a perfect world
will someday come true.
The memory, weary
The feeling, teary
It was only a dream
When will I see the light?
get to feel the great delight,
fly away into the sky,
and watch the stars as they pass me by,
feel so happy, filled with glee,
know exactly, where I want to be,
right there, frozen in that moment in time,
not facing the world, filled with crime,
just feel that feeling, in my heart,
to fall in love, and get a new start.
--Sabrina, 10th grade
dream that I am a princess
With a beautiful dress.
dream that I am the wind
Through the dark, calm night.
dream that I am a mother
But now I dream that I am myself.
I think that is the one.
MY SECRET LIFEPower
After I sleep,
I have a secret life
In my head.
While I lie there asleep
I have a different identity
That only I know
And I never let
About my secret life.
--Anna, 8th Grade
scramble throughout my head
Flow out into my pen.
My pen dances along the page
Writing the thoughts that were stuck in my head.
--Gretchen, 7th Grade
sunflower with yellow petals to spread.
It reminds me of the opposite of dead.
It is black in the middle, dark and lonely.
The flower is so tall and colorful through it all.
You can't forget this kind of flower,
For all it is, is a kind of power.
--Stephanie, 6th Grade
WHAT WRITING AND IT'S WRITER'S ARE ABOUT
write these poems,
To show our feelings,
We uncover our heart,
To share our deepest thought.
Some people put us down,
For our love of writing,
But this is our way
To say what we need to say.
Sometimes we just can't write anymore,
Because everything feels all at the same time,
We are expressionists,
Us that write.
Our poems are of beauty,
some of the greatest masterpieces.
That's why we do it.
I can't do,
But ask me to write a poem
I can say anything, by sitting and thinking about life.
Poems brighten my day,
Sometimes help me get through life,
They are always there to write.
Unlike friends, and people.
I go every day,
And see people that don't let out their emotions,
I'm one of those people so it would seem,
Except my escape is found in my poem-writing.
I might be all wrong,
But this is how I feel.
--Lela, 8th Grade
at the shapes, the lines, the flowers
See the color, the emotion, the shading
Hear it sing, hear it whisper, hear it preach
Notice the way it has no hatred
The way it reaches for your soul
Grabs the awe, the wonder, the joy
It has the power to speak to one in
Words only they can translate
1,000 words, 1,000 memories
And the hope of seeing 1,000 more.
--Sarah, 9th Grade
crashing at my fingertips
the sea's endless rage
but calm and friendly
smooth and cool
it has a mind of its own
ocean has its own
--Mary, 7th Grade
We should all feel like a friend, a person.
Being yourself, also still self aware,
And still trying to be a son.
should all feel like a friend, a person
While going our own way.
And still trying to be a son,
From the love that will stay.
going your own way
The way you long desire
From the love that will stay
Your soul'll be set on fire.
way you long desire,
Being yourself, also self aware
Your soul'll be set on fire.
Everyone, everyday, everywhere.
I sit here, stitching designs
in a piece of cloth,
I wonder about every stitch becoming
a memory of long ago.
Or do the stitches represent something
that went wrong that I have done?
Or do the stitches mean
perfection that will be the
things that I do right?
Looking down at that cloth
that is becoming what I have pictured
in my mind just got me thinking.
of the past come back
to me this night.
They get me wondering once more
about what the stitches mean.
I think they all mean that whatever is going
to happen in the future can be changed
before you have to knot the end of the thread.
if you hammered a nail with a noodle?
Or took a shower in paint?
If you built a house on top of a fence?
Wouldn't it be weird if you had a poodle that meowed?
If this could happen
what would you do?
Would you ever think of doing these things?
Or would you try to get everything back
to a regular world?
I would do something even better.
I would make everything weirder!
used to be I could play all day
but now I have to sit quiet and controlled.
If I screamed aloud I wouldn't get in trouble
but now I get a dumb demerit.
Whoever eats at breaktime gets in trouble
back then we got oreos and milk.
I wish I still was in kindergarten
when you wouldn't get in trouble at all.
I don't know better, I swear!
Next time I'll be good.
--Mary, 7th Grade
kids love birthdays
All grown-ups despise them.
I wonder why this is?
Kids get presents but grown-ups get older.
They say they don't have birthdays anymore.
Kids count the days until their day has come.
Grown-ups count their imaginary gray hairs.
But one thing is true.
Everyone, in one point in their life, loves birthdays.
when we would stay out all night?
We would play hide and seek till we had absolutely
Remember when the earth and outdoors was our best
Now we grow old and all that has come to an end.
Our lives revolve around computers, phones and beepers.
We used to share, but now we play finders keepers.
We used to look in windows at people who worked all day.
Now we are looking out. When is it our chance to play?
Now our boundaries are whatever fit on our credit cards.
Before our boundaries were outside, in any
of the backyards.
The world isn't changing but it is we who are.
The game has been put on hold so we can afford
a new car.
Maybe soon we can go out and play hide and seek again.
But now we sit and try "Remember when?"
know so much about you,
And yet so little when compared to all I wish to know,
facts, like treasure, I store away in memory.
To be brought out later, when I am alone and held up in the light
To catch the truth hidden within.
dance, awkward at first, each stepping on each others toes at times.
But then, we find a rhythm in each other, a flow.
growing confidence we dance,
And meld together, and yet
Each time start anew, each meeting in another dance.
test the water, cautiously, dipping a toe in gingerly before we dive,
Before we give ourselves to this dance,
And find ourselves.
--Jessa, 11th Grade
simple, so easy.
And yet so hard.
baby trusts so easily, so readily
But we spend our adult lives looking, longing for someone to trust.
by the ones we trust
are burnt and shy from the flame,
but are drawn back.
desperately need to warm ourselves,
to plunge our hands into the fire.
we are burned.
we find a shield.
Someone to protect us, to tenderly soothe our burned hands.
And once again, like children, can play in the flame.
--Jessa, 11th Grade
only been a month.
It seems like a full year.
I can never quite grasp
what the point of metric is
if we never use it in America,
or the point of mouths
if we can't talk.
--Mary, 8th grade
a young child so
many years ago gave me
the strength that I could do anything.
Things didn't bother me as
they do now.
Where we lived was home to me
and my family.
Then all of a sudden all our stuff
was all in boxes and being loaded
on a big truck.
Every room was bare
like a cave in the middle of the forest.
Every member of the family
got whatever was left and
everyone was gathering into the car.
A long, long drive ahead of us.
The road was endless.
--Stacey, 11th grade
Move 3 steps forward
1 step forward
black cat crossed your path
Move 2 back
what a tricky game luck is.
You never know what you'll get.
It will change,
matter how you look at it.
--Sarah, 8th grade
No one talks
No one to hear one's thoughts
--Gretchen, 8th grade
my how good it will feel
to have no homework
no 7:15 mom yelling to get up
I will miss school
not saying I love it or anything
What I'm trying to say is
I'll miss my teachers and friends
But I say yes to
--Megan, 7th grade
A DAY AWAY
tick, tick, tock
time never ends on that stupid clock
and classes are almost over
I sigh and let out a small little whimper
Sleeping in very late
Not having to make deadlines and dates
Sitting in the warm sun
Swimming and just having fun
Summer please come
I want to play
Oh, my freedom is just a day away
tick, tick tock
time never ends on that stupid clock.
--Meg, 10th grade
WHEN I GROW UP
I grow up I'm going to be a caveman
but for now I have to go to school.
When Jill grows up she's going to be a lawyer
but she says she has to go to gymnastics.
When Greg grows up he's going to play baseball
but he says he has to practice.
I don't think I want to be a caveman anymore.
I think I'll just be a kid,
Not grow up at all.
After all, I want to prove my parents wrong.
I won't just be a kid once but
I'll be a kid twice.
--Sarah, 8th grade
wonder if I'll never hear anything,
if I won't hear people
or I won't hear cars
or even the wind.
It would be nice
but I know it won't happen
so I will just hear.
i thought today of long ago
when childhood seemed so near,
of all the things we loved
and everything we'd fear.
remembered nonstop chatting
and making trouble with you,
I thought of playing silly games
with a friend that was so new.
be friends like you and I
takes effort from the heart,
but somehow i can't denie
this year has torn us far apart.
never speak or talk to you now
is killling me inside,
to walk past you without a smile
brings sad feelings that I hide.
know how it feels to lose a friend
is the worst feeling of all,
I don't know how i could have ever
let our friendship fall.
new friends are much better
I'm yet the "old friend" now i see,
when i look at u with them i think
"She used to smile with me"
sorry for ever losing you
but I'll admitt I'm glad,
because you have given me
the best memories I've had.
find your way my dear friend
but still i'll always plee,
if you should be gone for good
Please... remember and love me
The Best of Every Friend
I've never been
the one who didn't have a friend. I've always had a few,
But never one who would lift me up
like the way you do.
I know when we
first met I was
harsh and cold to you,
It's a shame about the time I wasted.
I guess I just never knew.
It wasn't until
I saw your soul
that made me realize,
How special you'de make me
feel when I'de look into your eyes.
As we grew closer
had come into our lives,
he was YOUR boyfriend who I liked
and the pain stabbed me like knives.
He cared for me
as well as you
but never in the same way,
then our perfect little friendship
slipped farther day by day.
We would try to
make one another jealous,
By using this well known guy,
I wanted to steal him from you
that's something I can't denie.
But then I see
your heart and soul
and then I start to see,
What on earth I've been missin
and how perfect you can be.
You've helped me
and tought me to be strong,
you've seen my fears and guided me through
and erased all of my wrongs.
You've heard my
prayers and battled my struggles when I was so afraid,
I don't wanna lose you again
that's the worse price I've paid.
You help me breathe
when I am suffocating
in stress and in despair,
You help me reach the top
when nobody else would care.
Now keep me with
you my friend
and I'll keep you close...IT'S True!,
and I'll help everyone understand
what they don't see in you.
I'll always protect
your heart and soul
when times for you aren't good,
please remember that I'de pick you up
when nobody else would.
So stay with me
and hope our friendship never ends,
and I'll thank god for YOU...
the best of every friend.
Anger, Grief, Loneliness
I have no choice
i need to speak through
because love aint only a depression
but a suicide to
like a crack in the sky
that i cant fall through
behind the door on the wall
were i will die soon
a death trap inside my head
as shattered as my heart
were inside im dead
because love is slodering me inside
like a massacure
i feel as if im deaf and blind
as my revenge slowly occurs
holding a gun to my head
because that specific person
as my arm slowly bled
because my chemical depression
This chemical depression
flowing thorugh my veins
love is like life
its filled with pain
with black tears
with bloddy eyes
that forfill this pyro
a bleeding poisin inside my brain
flowing throughout my body
that drives me insane
i lay there
to rot away
i lay there knowing
i die today
TEARS OF THE HEART
say that my time will come
But I am here to prove them wrong!
16 years of life,
And love is not in sight!
Is it so hard to return this gift?
This painful gift of love?
Is the pain not worth your time?
Am I not worth your love?
Now I think, is it worth it?
To be stabbed in the heart a million times
And be told that you are hurt!?
What about me?
Have you ever thought about that?
How I feel shitty too!
Pain is the bases of love
But I guess pain can only happen to you!
The crappy part about it is I can't get over you!
Why do you always make me happy?
Reminding me that I can't have you?
Why do you cloud my mind!?
The worst part about it is your taken
And is sucks that I put this shit on you!
And for that I'm sorry!
But, it doesn't change how I feel.
I hate how you led me on!
How you made me belive something could happen!
Just to let me down.
Who is hurting now!?
I guess it's true,
Love leads to pain
And pain leads to hate.
So like you said "why love?"
Why love you?
I look at you,
And wonder why you look so blue.
Did I do something?
Or is it just what you do.
Sorry for the past,
The things I might have said.
Sucks to be left,
Only to feel dead.
Wishing you could turn back time,
With all thats left of your pride.
But all thats left of pride,
Is what is left inside.
WAITING FOR YOU
were the light that shone in my life
You were the sun and the stars at night,
You loved me purely, simply, true,
I was alone until I found you,
I thought we would stay in that world forever,
You and I, always together,
Until that day when the rain fell hard,
And the cops came to get you,
I wish you had never gone and done those things those day,
The rain always falls now you've gone away,
I can't forget when you told me you were away,
And how you left and me hoping you were listening to our favorite song.
How I wish I'd held onto that one final kiss,
Now all my world is drab and gray,
I miss you more with every passing day,
Still I wait for the day when I'm with you again,
A day when I can no longer feel the pain,
Until then I know you'll stay in my heart,
And that will never drive us apart,
For as long as I'm living, I'll be missing you,
But when it's all over, I'll still be true,
All of my life I was waiting for you,
Now you're gone, but not for me,
This love is forever, as it was always meant to be!
TO KILL FOR PEACE
saw an Indian
hanging from 2 trees
over an open fire,
with a Pilgrim holding a gun.
I saw children cheering,
women dragging the young ones away.
Then the Indian
jumped off the rope
"If we eat together,
a big meal together,
maybe our children can play.
Why should we fight
when we can hunt together
and plant crops together."
The pilgrim holding the gun
that old Indian away
and said he was a turkey,
so the Indians and Pilgrims
had a big meal together
eating the person who deserves the credit.
AN EMPTY WORLD
the distance I hear words of criticism.
Laughing follows whatever was said.
Tears begin to fall while the
laughing gets stronger.
Behind your back the laughing
and the words continue.
Laughing at that point gets to the
highest level there is.
You feel like you are in the shadows.
But wherever you hide or run
they will continue to laugh at you
or gossip about you.
If you turn the corner,
the words are being spoken
and the laughing is endless.
feels like no one has the heart of purity.
No one has the feeling you do.
No one cares that a tear falls.
No one knows that your heart is in shatters
upon the ground.
They will keep saying the words
and laughing about what they said.
the day that death approaches,
then maybe the words and
the laughing will stop.
Hopefully the tears may start.
Then they will know how it
feels to have their heart in shatters.
But later they will find another person
and start the words and the laughing
all over again.
Will the endless words and the laughing
dogs would come
barking and yelping
I would say they say
I'm hungry and lonely.
It's my life
I can do what I please
I need no help
For your love- it's diseased.
It's my life
And you don't understand
Have never made a single demand.
I've not needed your help so far
So what makes you think
That I would need it now
When the only thing you've done is DRINK?
I've made it on my own, this far
So don't start acting like a parent
When your love, in the past
Has been so transparent.
Everything I need to know
About living life
And letting no pain show.
I can retreat to my mind
And let joy and happiness take leave
While hate and misery
Begin their weave.
Hold their place in my heart
But what I would give
For them to depart.
My question is
What reason is there to live?
When PAIN is what I face every morning
And I have no LOVE to give.
So, my dear family
This happy little secret we've kept
Has left me here
In my small room where I have wept.
When no more tears are left
And all feelings are gone
I can make myself say over again
"No, you've never done anything wrong."
Now I will tell you
How things will be
And I can only hope
You will begin to see.
Will I pull for you
You can make your own lies
And there's nothing I will do.
I'm leaving now
Hopefully never will I see you again
This is the final time I will take your crap
And the last time that I can.
Sometimes the stars are so bright
I wonder if there really are
I write to show
How I feel
To keep my glow.
Perhaps this is the beginning to an end
Because I know
God will send
I believe in the theory
But now God to me
Followers aren't leading me
And I feel segregated
From my being.
Making a difference in life
So I end my strife.
I know we all have a place
Here on earth
But right now I feel unneeded space.
My feelings make decisions
With every moment
With any reason.
I didn't know why
I stood over you
And started to cry
You were so young
You had so much time left
Why did you go?
I loved you so much.
Sadness hurt pain and emotions
seems to never want to go away
everything seemed so perfect
how could I be so wrong? Now the
pain is here and I can't handle it at all
I thought I was strong I thought I had strength
but now I know I'm weak weaker than I've ever been
like a candle in the wind I am slowly blowing away
where is everyone can anyone hear me now?
I'm screaming I'm begging for someone to listen but
they don't even hear me But everything gets better
it always does gods sends us challenges from up above to
make us stronger he gives us hope he pulls us through
hard time of our life. Everything doesn't always go the way we wish. A
lot of times it goes way off track.
holding on and having faith will pull us through. The sun eventually
shines after every storm. Without challenges we would die. Challenges come at us
everyday not to make us weak only to make us stronger. Remember that GOD
DOESN'T GIVE YOU MORE CHALLENGES THAN YOU CAN HANDLE!!!!!
blue stream flashes in the sky
A twisting tunnel of wind
It has the appearance of electricity
Electricity hurtling itself through the tunnel.
Something is coming out.
It is not a man.
It is not a god.
It is both.
It drifts down to earth, tunnel following behind
Lightening shoots out of the tunnel and strikes him!
Yet he is unscathed!
he absorbs the blow and with a clap of his hands
sends it hurtling into the sky.
a storm is coming.
The rain falls down but not on him.
He lays his hands out and the rain flies into them
Flies into them like he called the rain.
he throws it down to earth
as it hits it creates a puddle
The puddle becomes a river.
The river becomes a sea.
The sea becomes an ocean.
A shark jumps out of the water.
He jumps on it and stands on it.
Then another bolt of lightening hits him and he manipulates it
Manipulates it to strike the shark and the water around him
the water turns to land and the shark turns to bones
He strings the bones together using a wisp of fog.
he forms them into armor.
he gives them powers like the storm
The sword gives claps of thunder
The shield defends with wind
The helmet clouds the enemy’s mind
The armor shields with lightening
He attached the armor to his body and his hands
and rode the shield through the air
because it power like the wind
He belly flopped into the water
and the water became land
And he struck the ground with his sword
and it called the dust to life
The dust became human and the humans came alive
the living became his army and the dead provided bones
The bones provided armor
And armor provided power
With power comes a battle
And battle has a beauty
And beauty has a love
And love is what we need
Yes. Love in certainly what we need.
--Sabrina, grade 10
Shall I tell thee of the soft, quiet rain?
That comes in the mist covering the land.
Clear drops wash away our sorrow and pain.
From heaven they fall like grains of sand.
Rain comes when it wants, rain leaves when it wants.
Who ought to stop it but thy mighty God?
Can come twice in a day, or only once,
Clears away the paths of where I had trod.
Oh rain, come kiss us with cool gentle lips,
And free my soul like a bird from a cage.
Falls in showers or only in drips.
Those who observe rain find wisdom like sage.
Rain's tunes more lovely than that of a fife.
Rain's the symbol of freedom and new life.
petals touch the ground
Silently falling without a sound
Dancing in a mystical ballet
As though they might melt away
Slowly, slowly gracefully wilting
Peaceful peaceful ever so content
To be dancing....
open the back door
and step out into the cool chilly night.
Soon I feel damp grass under my feet
and a cold chill runs down my spine.
I glance up into the starry sky and
I see a big beautiful light.
It has a long tail that is silver and bright.
As I walk back inside I feel comforted,
like there is an angel above,
TREE OF MIRACLES
am surrounded by the big brown branches
on the tree of miracles.
The leaves sparkle in the midday sun
and the bark is warm and comforting.
But the branches sem to be reaching out,
What does the tree of miracles want?
sit in the wanting branches,
thinking and thinking.
What could this tree ever need?
Someday I will find out.
Someday I will whisper into its ear:
"What, Tree of Miracles, what do you want?"
THE VERY FIRST DAY
Water as still as glass
Bright blue sky
No one wondering why.
girls or boys
Silence not a single noise
A light cool breeze and warm air
Everything clean and perfect yet no one to share.
Empty land between the sea
I stand there all alone, looking at this brand new place
Wondering how it appeared from outer space.
THE WINTER DAY
It was winter time
and it had finished snowing
about an hour before.
The white was the most white
white could ever get.
After a while of sledding
Josh got the idea of using
an inner tube to go down
the hill we were sledding on.
So I stood at the bottom of the hill
and timed Josh.
And after we had enough of that
we decided to go in
and have hot cocoa.
--Megan, 6th Grade
rain is light,
Comes either day or night,
each drop with its own attitude,
hard, light, soft, crushing.
Wet to the ground below,
mist to the sky above,
till finally rain is no more.
on the ground,
A booming voice
Feet scramble to their beds.
Mosquitoes buzz by our heads.
A tree with no leaves
Sways up ahead.
Warm summer winds
Howl all around.
The night becomes
Cool and fresh.
The grass turns wet
With every step.
I look above
Where the stars shine,
Become a blur.
As I drift
Off in a deep sleep.
--Gretchen, 9th Grade
is full of flowers and warm weather
Fall is full of leaves, all bunched together
Winter is made of snow, white and soft
Summer is not a good time to be in the loft
As you can see, none of these seasons are the same
Because if they were, it would be a shame!
Stars, they're driving me crazy
--Anna 5th Grade
HEAT FROM THE HEAVENS
from the heavens,
heat is coming.
Heat is burning the ground
beneath your feet.
Hot breezes are blowing hard
on your face.
Your body is trying to
cool itself off
but it can't, the heat is too
hot for it to handle.
the sun will be down
and heat will disappear
with the sun.
Coolness covers the earth.
THE WINDY DAY
swiftly running its
through my hair
whistling in my ear
cooling the fiery pavement
dancing with the trees
blowing the butterflies
off their course
forcing the birds
to stay in their homes
around the block
playing with the cars on the road
making them swerve
side to side
then a storm blew in
and washed the
so silent and bright
fell slowly in the night
Owls hushed and spiders leaped
to see dusk turn into night
THE TREE'S LIMB
long and alive
curled slowly around
the soft red flower
sweet smelling rose
with the slowly
curled limb around
OUT THE WINDOW
gaze out the window
high above the ground,
and mountains that used
to tower over me
look up as I look down.
through the morning
air. As the day grows warmer
the joy sparkles louder.
Night unfolds and joy
drips like honey into
the hearts of all.
the noble cat
leaped at the floating white butterfly
her soft chestnut fur
danced in the radiant sun
A HOME FOR EVERYONE
On a sunny day,
The leaves are blowing
Gently in the trees.
The limbs curl around each other.
They're curled in a specific way,
Like they're hugging one another.
A nest rests in a tree
That's a home for a bird
Or bug or bee,
The tree full of life
The tree is like a rented home
Or shelter or homeless home.
It gives love and kindness
clouds roll by
Lightning bolts flash in the sky
Breezes pick up speed
Worried faces take the lead
Pattering feet across the field
Beating hearts of people kneeled
Screaming lungs & herds of kids
Quick! It's coming!
Train engine, drops of rain
It's picking up speed!
Fierce winds whipping faces
Dark, cold roses
In the indigo twilight
From the scarlet moon
War in Iraq
under an awning
looking up at the flag
watch it wave in the wind
see the birds playing tag.
the country at hand
the war in Iraq
united we stand.
that are fighting
for us and their lives
are leaving their family
and their kids and their wives.
that are lost
are mourned by beloved.
Those who return
give thanks to above.
war may be gruesome
and battles be long
put faith in Him
and you will be strong.
A NEW SHOE
new shoe is clean
It smells of rubber
and suede and leather
Like getting a new haircut
you want to show it off
and break it in
but when that shoe
gets old, you
want nothing to do
with the worn
You throw it
never see it again.
your head up, don't get down,
don't let the devil get your frown,
smile because you're beautiful, smile because you're you,
smile because I care, and I will help you through,
they said you couldn't do it, but you'll do it,
I believe in you, in this world you fit,
so keep your head up, don't fall down,
don't fall under the water, don't let yourself drown,
just remember i luv you, and we'll get through,
because I wouldn't be living without you!
What is death?
is something we can't control.
It sends pain to both our heart and soul.
It is hard to hide the burning pain.
After a loved one dies, nothing is ever the same.
Death can come anywhere, anytime.
Some people are not ready to take the big climb.
Everybody knows that you can't hide you can't run.
Soon someday your own day will come.
MY SISTERS ARE WEIRD
is obsessed with mechanical gadgets
Rachel is disgusted by little slime maggots
Gretchen said she's going to have a profession in mechanics
Rachel said she'd rather spend her life on the Titanic
I don't think either of them
Will have a very big market with their devices
I want to have a career in automatics
Should I tell you about that?
heard humming from
wondering who or what
could be making that
Slowly I approached the door.
When the door was opened,
I saw angels singing and
humming all in my room.
are we obsessed
with time? Why wear a watch?
I am a hypocrite.
I'm wearing a watch.
It's no fun to keep
watching the clock
because the time won't go any faster.
moved to the swing
Of the sharp swing song
Swinging to the sound
Of the Swing
I can still hear them,
I can still feel their ice cold touch.
They call out to me.
They call out from within the darkness.
The darkness that slowly consumes them.
And soon it will consume me.
My soul is numb, my spirit sleeping.
I've lost sight of the light.
The light that once filled me.
The light I was consumed in.
Its just a dream now.
A distant dream, that's all it is.
It seems as though it never existed.
But though I dwell in that darkness,
I still remember the warmth,
The warmth the light gave to me.
The light that is so distant now.
And as I drown in the darkness,
Ill whisper to it, Ill whisper to the light.
So that it may return,
So that it may once again fill me with joy,
fill me with joy and extinguish the darkness,
Extinguish so that I may once again feel the warmth,
The warmth I thought was gone forever.
But the darkness is strong.
And they call for me.
The shadows call for me.
They're beckoning to me.
Offering a bitter death.
They're tormenting me.
Which is why I need the warmth.
The warmth of the light.
The warmth of the light at the end of the tunnel!
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