Book Blog
Posted by dkennedy on September 22nd, 2008
English 10B Students,
Now that you have finished your personal voice poems, it’s time to publish. Publishing just means sharing your writing with an audience. The fun part is seeing how others react to your writing.
Posting your free verse poems will earn 5 bonus points. You are required to respond to at least two poems posted here.
Guidelines for posting:
- To earn full credit, identify your first name with last initial only and your hour.
- Fill the comment box with your thoughtful and positive reactions to at least two of your peers’ poems.
- Always, always proofread before sending. Error riddled postings earn only half credit.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:32 am
Straight-Line Winds
Our trip to the beach had to end early.
A storm was coming in.
We’re driving home
and it starts to rain,
then pour,
then comes down in heavy sheets
making seeing more than ten feet in front of the car impossible.
Trees fall down around us
and on top other cars.
We watch the houses smash.
We hope everyone’s ok.
Then,
suddenly,
it’s over.
The sun is shining and
we look around in disbelief.
The little town is in ruins.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:35 am
Excited Child
I am excited yet nervous
The hill is larger than life
As we locked the restraints
Pulled out of the station
Headed up the hill
Click click click
Racing down the mountain
The feeling of free fall
Blood pumping
As it is over
I run to get in line again
My first time riding a roller coaster
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:36 am
Summer Lovin’
The warm sun rises
I crawl out of bed at noon
Smell the pancakes frying
Put my suit on,
Damp from the day before
The leather is hot in my car
The radio blasts
My sunroof is down
I feel the humid breeze,
Brushing against my face
The sun shines through my window
Its heat is radiating
I can smell the cool lake
I arrive at the crowded beach
The sand is burning beneath my feet
I spot my friends
We hurry toward the water
The lake splashes at our skin
We all laugh
Summer has begun
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:36 am
The whistle blows
And the game begins
Players quickly surround you
As you battle for the ball
Try hard to break away
But you can feel a pull of your jersey
Like someone tugging on your hair
Sweat drips
Adrenaline rushes
And your headraces
Your heart starts pumping
As you approach the protected net.
Take a slow deep breath
Of freshly cut grass
Remember Technique
You acquired over the years
And push through pain
Finally your muscles tense
As you plan to kick
Wind your leg up
And rapidly shoot
Patiently watch your shot
Head for the net
Strive for victory
But prepare for failure
This is the game of soccer
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:37 am
Football Rush
We approach the field
Adrenaline shoots through our veins
Like blood pumping through our hearts
The crowd’s roaring
Shaking the metal bleachers
Like a bomb just exploded
The smell of fresh cut grass
As we run on the field
Then the kicker takes every step causally
And drilled the ball with his foot
Sending it soaring
The kick returner catches the ball
And dashes for every yard he can
The colliding of shoulder pads and helmets
Sends shivers down people’s backs
They keep on pushing
Until a loud-pitched screech
From the Referee’s whistle blows
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:37 am
Looking back
As I pulled from the driveway
Looking back at the lonely empty house
Knowing it was the last time I’d see my best friend
It felt like a gust of wind had knocked me out
I tried to hold the tears in
But they slowly slipped away
Onto what I had left of my best friend
A carefully framed picture that I held tightly in my lap
Every memory
Slowly slipping away
As the car drove away on the crackly driveway
I took one last look out the dusty window
Of what was left of the empty lonely house
My best friend stood there in silently
As she watched her best friend slowly disappear in the distance
Not knowing when we would reunite
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:37 am
One
Kassie J.
I walk into the show ring
Atop my horse
I see people
Waiting patiently
On their horses
Show clothes gleam
In the summer sun
The announcer speaks
My class is ready
The sound of hoof beats
Rush by
Like the pounding of a drum
I hold the leather reins
Tight in my hand
I feel sweat
Running down my back
My heart beats fast
My body feels like shaking
I breathe so hard
But look so confident
I see the world
It passes by
I hear the sound of spurs
Clicking
Against my horse
Tight show clothes
Lay against my body
My class is over
We wait
The results are almost here
The judge walks up
Everyone smiles
I hear my name
First place
I breathe
A sigh of relief
Pat my horse
Upon his neck
We are one
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:38 am
Passion
I wait for the judges to say
I’m allowed to approach the floor
Standing in my Leotard
Like a one-piece bathing suit
Tight and uncomfortable
They say I can proceed
I step onto the floor
Adrenaline rushes like a lightning bolt
I envision my performance perfectly
As I’m running to do my tumble
I feel like a car going 160 down the road
I then throw my round-off back handspring back tuck
I feel like a flexible wire strong but bendable
While throwing my tumble
It sounds as if a metal beam is being dropped
As I’m dancing on the floor
I feel like a ballerina on stage
All eyes on me, amazed, and astonished
While dancing around on the floor
I smell carpet dust like chalk and dirt
When I’m finished
The excited screams from my teammates sound
Like a soccer team has scored a goal
I leave the floor with a smile on my face
Gymnastics is what I do
It’s what I love
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:38 am
My Dream
As I walk on the stage
I feel everyone’s eyes on me
See the cameras flashing
Feel the anticipation of the crowd
As they quiet from their yelling
I imagine the warm smell of home
I am tempted to turn and run
But it is too late
Determined to face my fear
I take the microphone
It threatens to slip through my hands
So I grip it tighter until my knuckles are white
The guitarist plucks softly at the strings
I try to remember the words
My mind comes up blank
My fears of messing up and confusion overwhelm me
It is time for me to join in the song
And I find myself singing in unison with the tune
I have rehearsed it many times before
But never like this
I am completely content here
Scared to death on this stage
My body wonders why it cannot move
That is when I wake up
I realize that it may be scary
It may be hard
But sleeping or awake
This is my dream
And I am not about to give up
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:38 am
My Baby
By: Tiphanie L, hour-3
I remember the moment I found out about you
Tears, like raindrops ran down my cheeks
I felt so many emotions
Fear
Happiness
Excitement
Love
My life would be changed forever
I remember the day I found out who you were
Daddy and I overwhelmed with excitement
When we found out we were expecting a little boy
Our son, Masyn
Each time I hear your heart beat
It’s like a thunderstorm I can’t control
I feel you growing inside me
I try to picture your face
Green eyes, or blue
Blonde hair, or brown
I feel you moving all of the time
I feel your little feet
Elbows
Hands
Each movement feels like butterflies in my stomach
I can’t wait to hug you
Feel your soft skin against mine
I can’t wait to hold you in my arms
Whoever you are Masyn
I love you already
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:39 am
My solo
By Danielle L
Heart pounding in anticipation
I step on stage to sing
Remembering
Weeks learning the music
Eighth notes litter the page
I struggle along
The teacher says cleft first
Key second
Then time
I walk in late
Hearing others singing songs of yester year
Not always on pitch
Notes blending
One beautiful song that warms my heart
Paper caresses my hand
I start to sing
The softened smoothness takes me away
The cold wood piano offers
Peace and refuge
At a hard days end
The smell of victory
I earned the right to hold the worlds most
Precious gift
The smell of paper
I stand there wondering who
Touched
Sang
Loved
This music before me
Once again my heart pounds in anticipation
As I step out on stage to sing
MY SOLO
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:39 am
Walkerville, Michigan Miranda D.
When you are feeling like you need somewhere to go
Walkerville is the place to be
It is place where everyone knows everyone
Children run free in the summer’s breeze
Little traffic roams the streets
I lived here most of my life
I will always remember
The good times I spent with my friends
Walkerville has Pioneers Day
Once a year in June
It only lasts a day
But the memories will stay
My childhood was the happiest time of my life
The high school sits in the heart of this little town
It is the home of the
Walkerville Wildcats
If you are from out of town
Come on in
Take your shoes off
Sit awhile
Don’t forget to come on back now
Ya hear?
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:43 am
That was a really bad storm it completely wrecked Fruitport. I am glad that my house didn’t get hit. Some people’s houses even got totaled. That would be pretty scary to be at the beach and that happen. I’m just glad that nobody got hurt. Then there was a gas leak to make matters even worse.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:44 am
Sleeping In Class
As I shut my eyes for a split second
It feels like an eternity
My eyes float in pure darkness
As I wait to awaken from my deep slumber
I remember kids shouting
The teacher yelling “quiet!”
My head was slightly resting against the desk
As my vision got blurrier by the second
The faint sounds of pencils tapping
Clicking of 3-ring binders
And the zipping of backpacks started to get harder to distinguish.
Finally all that was left to hear was the persistence of my heartbeat
I lose all senses
As my body turns numb
Next my body starts to shut down
All I see are the back of my eyelids
A random array of colors I recall
What seemed like days of resting
Until finally a disturbance wakens me at last—
Mrs. Kennedy asking me how much of my poem have I done
By: Adam K
Hour: 3
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:49 am
The feeling of stepping on to the football field before a game is not like any other experience. You just get pumped up and ready to play the game. You do stuff out there that you normally do not at any other time, like you get to hit people as hard as you can and not get in trouble for it, and when you have the football in your hands you get this rush in your body like you cannot be stopped by anybody. The crowd plays a big position too, because the louder the crowd is the more nervous and fired up you, and your teammates gets.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:50 am
Tiphanie
The beginning of your poem was very strong and full of mixed feelings like i think any teenage girl would have at first. The poem was very good and cute! I wish the best for you and hope everything goes well. From the poem I can tell you will be a good mom and I can feel the emotion from the poem. Good luck with everything!
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:52 am
RESPONDING TO: Alyssa G’s Poem
You did a really good job on imagery. It was easy for me to picture what you went through, having to leave your best friend. I liked the image about the wind, it made it really easy to see how much moving away from your friend had hurt you. I can relate to your poem, because i have moved several times leaving my best friends behind.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:52 am
When you are lined up waiting in line i get nervouse but ready to go. Also somepeople get really nervouse on the way up because they look down and your so high up that you start to freak out. But after you get down the first hill your blood starts to pump and it makes you want to ride it more.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:54 am
Bari L.
I really liked your poem! It had a lot of feelings and images attached to it. I don’t know how you can get on stage and sing all the time; I would get way too scared and nervous. I can’t wait to see you on American Idol because everyone knows you’re going to be famous! Keep on doing what your doing because your VERY good at it!
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:55 am
getting on stage to sing is very hard. you do sometimes think that you’ll mess up and forget the words. its good to never give up on your dream no matter how scared you.i commend people for getting up on stage and sining a solo i dont think i really ever could.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:55 am
When your standing in line it is like nothing and say oh its just a little ride, but when you actually click in to your seat and the ride starts… Your stomach starts to get nervous and you worry about all what could go wrong when you do the flips. What you don’t think about is why the roller coaster is able to do all the flips without falling off, but instead your worried on all the bad things that have gone wrong. And when your all done with the coaster, it makes you want to ride it again 48,000 times, so all the worries about getting hurt turn into a fun experience.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:55 am
Tiphanie, that is so cute about your baby. It must be unexplainable to have that much love for someone you’ve never met. You did a good job of puting it into words in yuor poem, though. I can really feel the love and excitement in your tone.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:57 am
Alyssa G.
Your poem Looking Back really had some strong feelings. It seems like a difficult memory to go through, and I can’t imagine the pain of leaving a best friend. The detail in this poem is presented really well, and I can clearly understand the difficult memory. You expressed this into a really nice poem, which was easy to comprehend and read. I hope the situation between your distant friend has become less difficult, and you were able to reunite with this friend!
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:58 am
Alyssa G.
Replying to Kyle R.
Your poem is pretty intense. I think that is exactly how a roller coaster ride is. At the beginning I didn’t really know what you were referring to but I think that’s what kept me into the poem. After reading it I read it again and I go the full image of what you were talking about. I can relate to your poem because that’s how I was on my first rollercoaster ride. It was pretty intense.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:58 am
RESPONDING TO: kaelyns poem
I really liked your poem. It had a lot of strong imagery in it, making me miss summer, my favorite season. Your poem describes exactly what summer is like for you. You did an extremely good job.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:59 am
I can remember a storm that practically destroyed Fruitport. It started to rain and you couldn’t see that far and the wind would about knocked you down every time it blew. Also it smashed cars and house and you couldn’t even get in town unless you lived there.
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:00 am
My Beautiful Trip
By: Taner Sinan Goezuedok
The last trip to the Caribbean
A hotel booked for two weeks
To rest and enjoy the beautiful place,
I lay in the white sand
Closed my eyes and felt free
Relaxed
My mind clear
No school
No stress
Let the sweet tropical breezes drift in me
Palms provided shade,
The water sparkled like diamonds
Swam in it
Boats speeded by
Felt the waves coming,
I snorkeled in the coral reefs
Felt like in an aquarium
Fish so colorful
As a rainbow,
In the afternoon
I walked by the beach
I looked for shells
Watched the sun falling down the horizon
The water touched me
Time to time
My heels and toes,
It was almost dark
The wind began to blow.
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:01 am
Kassie,
Great poem! I can picture you can your ride in the ring. Your attention to detail in your poem is really good. The imagery is really good, too.
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:01 am
Tiphanie L. “My baby”.
I really enjoyed reading your poem, it was very good. I had many visuals while reading the poem, you made me feel almost the way you must had felt. Your emotion through the poem was excellent. I could really understand what you were feeling with the fear, excitement, and happiness. Also about wondering how your baby will look, with what color eyes he will have or hair color. Your poem was extraordinary. I can tell your going to be a great mother!
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:02 am
I want to comment on Kassie J’s poem: One. I felt like this poem was very well written and contained a lot of detail and feeling. When I read this poem, I felt as if I could feel what Kassie was and it made it easy for me to relate to. I could feel everything that she was going through in those few moments before the scores were revealed. I could see the horses and the costumes and the heat. I liked the part of the poem when she described the feeling of satisfaction and victory when she won. It was a very well thought out poem and I enjoyed how it tied-in the fact that she and her horse are one at the end. I don’t know how you can get in front of people like that. I would be way to cared and nervous to do that. Very well written and keep up the competitions!
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:05 am
RESPONDING TO: adam “sleeping in class”
Your poem was really good. Great imagery! It made me laugh too. I liked the imagery about the darkness. Great job on the poem.
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:06 am
tiphanie
your poem was very very good. it was intense but at the same time very calm and happy. i find it amazing that people can love someone they have yet to meet. you can tell that you really do love you son and cant wait to have him. good luck
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:07 am
As of Right Now
Lying there looking at that beautiful face
Seeing her long blonde hair sway in the wind.
Hearing the waves smash into the shore.
The smell of fresh air and that secret perfume she wears.
As we lie on the beach
I look into those piercing blue eyes
Sunshine reflects down upon us.
I think of how long this thrilling love can last.
Only because I already know nothing lasts forever.
Still anything can happen
As of right now…
I know we’re happy.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:22 pm
My mentor
By: Alex C.
I wake up early,
Before the sun has risen.
I wait like a child
On Christmas Eve.
When he enters
He is like a king
Returning from the crusades.
We jump into his big and red truck,
We drive out to the thick dense woods.
As we cruise along
The bumpy dirt road
We check for animals
That has fallen prey to our traps.
I have spotted a beast in our trap!
It only turns out to be a big beaver.
My grandfather makes light work of it
With much finesse.
We return home for a hearty meal
With our prize in hand.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:25 pm
Bowser
The way he wags his tail slowly.
Walking with his tummy rubbing the ground.
Because of how fat he is
The looks he gives me
When he wants my food.
he wants me to get up.
The run he does in the woods
Trying to get a rabbit.
The evil smile when he is sleeping
In the same bed as me.
He always wants the whole thing
He usually wants me on the ground
He sits there in the window
With the cutest little look ever
When I get off the buss from school
All day the first thing I see
When I walk in the door from school
Him waiting for me to get home
Give him a doggy treat
He was a good boy.
Bowser sits in the window barking at me every time
I leave or get home from were ever I was
The only thing he looks forward to
Are the weekends how I can spend time with him?
Even the smell of him and the dirt he rolls in
Gets back at me
The fun given him a shower is just wonderful
The bits he leaves after words
Also the times we spend together is great
I would have to say he is the most wonderful Christmas present ever.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:25 pm
My Serve
Stephanie B
I walk out onto the court,
New racket in hand.
I grab a ball.
My heart races as I walk up to the base line.
It’s my serve.
I throw the ball up,
Sun nearly blinding me.
My racket is back,
ready to hit.
The high pitch wisp flies by my ear
as I make contact with the ball.
For a moment everything stops,
Including my heart.
Did I hit it?
Did it go over?
Before I know it I snap back to the game.
The neon yellow ball
bouncing side to side over the net.
Satisfaction fills me
as I get the last needed point.
I’ve won the match
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:26 pm
Game Time
I hear the crowd cheering
Before I start the round
I smell popcorn in the crowds
I have the biggest smile
Like a little kid getting candy
All I see is the judges staring at me
My heart is beating like a drum
I don’t want to mess up
I can’t mess up
My flyers foot goes in my hand
Like it was meant to be
I get excited when my stunt goes
After the round is done
I can’t help but jump up and down
When I hear the crowd screaming
I know I did an awesome job
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:26 pm
Game time
Zach Anderson
The buzzer goes off
Like a boat horn
Its time for the second half
The referee looks like a zebra
Handed me the ball
It looked and felt like in orange
I looked around and saw blurry faces
Then the red and white jersey enters the court.
Down by 5 with two half’s to go
We never give up
And we are ready to go
We are Fruitport Trojans
We never give up
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:26 pm
My Life
Sun scorches my back and legs
Heat sitting heavy on my shoulders
As I push through the forest like crowd
As if it were elementary we shove for best view
Fist thrown and elbows jab my ribs like sharp blades
A distinct smell of B.O. and stale alcohol sting my nostrils
The band runs on stage pumped
Music pierces my soul
With meaningful words that everyone can relate to
Vibration surge through my body from the speakers
Making my heart race
All I can do is smile and sing along
All other thoughts are scattered and lost
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:27 pm
Responding to:Bari L. 3rd Hour
i know the intensenity of being up in front of a large group of people and te feelings that can overwhelm one when the realization sets in of what you have commited to.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:29 pm
dang……thats the coolest poem ever
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:29 pm
alex nice job on the poem you did a very good job im not much of a english wizard but and ye im pretty weird but nice job
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:31 pm
very nice>>>> nice everyone their pretty well done =]
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:31 pm
Sun set
Smooth blue water meets the horizon
A cool wind blows across the lakes rippled surface
Waves crash gently onto shore
Boats bob up and down in the thrashing swells
The setting sun makes all stress disappear
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:31 pm
Mission
By Janalyce F. fith hour
We went to the Au Train River,
where the bay of Au Train pours out into Lake Superior.
we arrived then got off the bus;
my foot hit the sand,
the sand was scolding hot.
There was a slight breeze
it had the sent of car exhaust, muddy water, and dead fish.
Seagulls flew above head;
Cawing in time with the wind.
I ran down the dunes toward the waterfront,
the tide was slowly coming in.
There was a group of teens from the trip playing volleyball.
The ball flew quickly from side to side.
Someone had a great idea
Jumping of the bridge into the river.
I decided to make a memory.
We walked to the bridge happily.
I stood on the edge of the bridge ready to jump,
I saw the sun gazing across the waters gleaming with energy
When I jumped I was exited
I felt this incredible feeling
much stronger and more amazing then an adrenaline rush.
My toes hit the surface of the water,
I felt the warmth cover me completely.
We decided to jump a few more times
then we swam down through the shallow part of the river to lake superior.
I hit the freezing waters of the lake the other girls and I let out a loud scream
We keep swimming through the cold;
to see who could make it the farthest out
before heading back to shore.
The sun sloped down the horizon;
I realized I would remember this day for the rest of my life.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:32 pm
Bari your poem is awesome!
tottaly beats my lame one about spring haha
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:32 pm
wow how amazing is everyones poem
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:32 pm
Dirt bike
I was riding my dirt bike down the side of the bike trail.
With a couple of buddies.
We were messing around and going to friends house to see if they wanted to ride.
So on the way we picked up a few people.
We all went out to this pond that was off the side of the power lines.
So we were all riding threw the pond getting wet and muddy.
After we all got done we all shut of are bike for a few minutes.
Then figured out what we were going to do.
So we finally decided we would go hang out at are friends house.
So on the way leaving me a Zack covered every one in dirt.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:33 pm
Tiphanie,
Your poem was very good.I found your poem sad and yet happy at the same time.I can really understand your feelings and your emotions by reading it.Also by wondering what your baby might look like.I can tell by reading that you really love your son already and i think that is so cute.Your going to do a great job on being a mother.It shows that you really care for your baby and you cant wait until you have it.Your poem was well written and explaned a lot of things.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:33 pm
Responding to:Kassie J. 3rd Hour
the detail given it felt like i was there watching you perform and doing excellent. you had many many visualizations that really pulled the poem together and made it a a good read.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:34 pm
these poems are sweet, some poems are cool, but most of them are awesome..!! <3
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:35 pm
That One Time At Band Camp
By Sean F 5Hr
I arrive at band camp
On a bright sunny day with the smell of pine in the air
And hearing the birds’ chirping
My friends and I walk dawn a huge hill trying to find our cabin
We found it and settled in
it was time to work on the music
We work from dawn till dusk
Mosquito’s came out and feasted on us
After the long days work
We walked to our cabins like zombies and went to bed
The next morning I walked to the pavilion and saw my friend’s smiling faces
And the smell of bacon filled the air
Later we had free time and everybody was excited to ride the zippline
When it was finally my turn my heart was pounding
Like a big bass drum as I climbed the tree
As I jump off the platform into the air
I felt weightless as I flew through the trees
As the last day came everybody tired from the long weak
Everybody was excited to leave, but also sad
But as I leave band camp I will always remember
That one time at band camp.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:35 pm
Soccer
The smell of fresh grass and excitement
The excitement upon each player’s faces
Bodies hot and sweaty, lined up
Refs ready for roll call
Fans are cheering, hot dogs are cooking
The game begins
Players with butterflies
Hearts beating so fast
Heavy breathing
Player’s intensity levels are higher then the sky
Coaches yelling screaming
Break away the other team has the ball
Everyone going nuts
The game is tied up 2-2
The girl shoots, everyone is amazed and the goalie blocks the shot
The faces upon the girls team, disappointed
The other team in relief
The game goes on
By the end of the game it is 3-2
And Fruitport wins the game
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:36 pm
sweet!!
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:36 pm
Adam i like how you wrote on fall asleep in class, because it happens to every one
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:36 pm
Responding to Tiphanie:
i think your poem is amazing, heartwarming, and cute. i think hes gonna be a great little boy.(:
good luck.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:36 pm
Zack A.
I think that you have a very well put together poem with good wording.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:38 pm
responding to Zach anderson
i know what it’s like to never give up and do what it takes to win. the detail in your poem was increadibly descriptive.
Go Fruitport
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:38 pm
Tiphanie
I loved your poem.It was well writen and touching.I can almost feel what your feeling.It shows you care so much and i think thats awesome.It’s very meaningful. I like the different emotions you show and discribe.I know you’ll be a great mom.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:39 pm
adam in 3erd hour
i really like ur poem that is the same way i feel when i fall asleep in class all the time. i really just cant belive u go in that kind of dase. thats just totally werid u sleep like everyday in class do u not get enough sleep at home. u need to sleep more then bein on the computer. i am not being mean. well i do love ur poem.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:39 pm
Bari,
Your poem is really good. The whole time i was reading it i could see the whole thing with my eyes. I can tell you really want to go on with your dream wether you are a sleep or dreaming you wont give up. You did i great job on describing how you would feel up on the stage while your singing. When i read this poem i could feel like you were on stage and i was sitting out there watching you sing. It was a great poem!
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:39 pm
Tiphanie,
Your poem was amazing. I almost cried, no lie. I can feel your love for your baby boy just through words alone. Your poem shows all of the emotions that you went through, but the most obvious ones were love and happiness. I can almost feel what you have felt, and I can tell that when your beautiful son is born, you will be a great mother Tiphie. I can’t wait to see Masyn.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:40 pm
Stephie! You should be a poet! =) it is soo true how nervous you feel when its ur turn to serve that neon ball lol and how the suns practically blinding you, overall your poem was just awesome and you should praubly go pro.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:40 pm
Stephanie
I know how it’s like to have all the presser on you. Praying that you win the game and everything goes right.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:42 pm
Tiphanie L – My Baby
I think you did an amazing job. I liked how you expressed more than one emotion. I also like how you compared the sound of his heartbeat to a thunderstorm. You did really well with imagery. When I was reading it I could picture almost everything you were saying. I like how you were trying to picture if he will have blonde hair or brown, blue eyes or green. I also liked when you were saying that you could feel his elbows and feet moving around. It was very descriptive.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:43 pm
Janalyce, I liked your poem about your summer vacation I loved how u described the beach. I also liked how u describe the bridge jumping I’ve only been bridge jumping once when I was little and it was awesome. I also liked how much detail you put into the poem.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:43 pm
Sean F
I have never been to band camp. But this poem has made me look at music in a hole different prospective. One of my more federated lines is the one where u state. Like a big bass drum as I climbed the tree.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:43 pm
tiphanie
well i am very haappy for u and what u have created. i am happy that u are going to have a wonderful baby boy thats just so cute.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:43 pm
Adam
I’ve only fell asleep a few times in class but i find your poem very relateable. And it was funny. I like how i can imagine exactly what your saying. I also like your word selection you used.Well done.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:44 pm
My brother Ryan
Was waiting to get his tonsils and adenoids out,
Mom questioned the doctor
About shirts stained with blood at football practices
The doctor looked at the MRI and responded,
You son has a brain tumor
My mom and dad began to break in tears.
They were sobbing
Like falling rain
Ryan was an eighth grade boy.
He would have bled to death,
If he had got his tonsils and adenoids out.
He had to have surgery on his tumor and possibly be
Blind, deaf, dead, paralyzed
When Ryan found out about his tumor,
He closed his eyes,
To see what it felt like,
In case of becoming blind,
It was two long surgeries
He was going to have to battle.
The clean smell of the hospital,
Was beginning to fade away
It was a speechless time for my family.
I was wondering,
If my brother was going to make it through the surgery.
It was a sad time for the Johnson’s.
Thanks to God,
He made it through
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:44 pm
Mom…
I walked into the bright yet dark room,
Received a big whiff of clean sanitized hospital rooms
My heart suddenly began beating out of my chest
No pictures to be seen
Just a lonely hospital bed
Holding my mom,
Prepped and ready to go,
Seemingly courageous.
I tread out of the room,
Leaving my dearest friend,
When I started to taste the salty tears,
Running down my face
I felt the bumpy cloth of the waiting room chair,
As if I were sitting on wood
The moment I heard the confident surgeon’s voice,
I knew that indeed she would be okay…
From that point on,
Never again would I take a single moment of life
For granted.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:44 pm
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March 23rd, 2010 at 12:45 pm
One
I think your poem is really good. It made mi fill like if was really there.
I like when you walked into a ring. I can see some waking into a ring on top of their horse. I can see how people would be waiting patiently. I think you did a really good job you new what you were talking about.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:46 pm
Brittnie
Good Job!
Your poem was awesome and i really enjoyed it. I still have that feeling in my stomach, that sickness feeling like you put in your peom. You put alot of detail in it and explained thing very well. There was alot of visual, sound, and sight in it and it help me.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:47 pm
Taner,
Your poem is really good. Just reading your poem makes me feel like I’m on a tropical island with no one around. I can feel your calmness and the fact that you were at peace with everything. It reminds me of the last day of summer, sitting on the beach long after the sun is down trying to capture every last ounce of summer. I can picture the beach, sunset, and the sand. You did a great job.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:48 pm
Spring
Brooke H. 5th
Bees buzz around newly sprouted flowers
Humming as they go along.
Birds fly from treetops
Chirping to each other.
You can smell the sent of freshly cut lawns,
Feel the sun shining on your face.
Yellow and Orange fish jump from the creek.
Hear the kids playing a game of tennis,
Hitting the ball with each quick stroke.
Spring is here!
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:48 pm
Alex k,
I like your poem. I like the detail that you put in it. I also liked how you described what’s happening while you playing soccer. I think you did a really good job writing your poem.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:49 pm
Tanner – My Beautiful Trip
I really liked your poem. It was packed with imagery. My favorite one was the water sparkled like diamonds. It makes the water seem extravagant. I like how you described swimming in the coral reef. It makes it all seem so relaxing.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:50 pm
Britney M, I love your poem. It makes you feel like you are in the moment. It has great detail and thought, and is very enjoyable to read. Nice work!
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:50 pm
Brooke,
i like yours, how it started out reminding me of warm spring, and then went and tennis came outta no where.
it was cute.(: lol
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:51 pm
In response to poem by Erica R.
I remember that storm. Your poem was very descriptive. Our house could have been destroyed by that storm. A fallen tree severed a gas line. That is the closest I’ve ever been to death. Our house actually wasn’t damaged. That is a storm I’d fear driving in, not only because of fallen trees, but high winds and fallen powerlines. It took three days for power to return to our neighborhood. It was one wild evening, to say the least. Almost like a tornado in strength.
posted by: Joseph Glatz
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:52 pm
Muscle Men
Nathan McGhan
They come, they lift, they go.
Every day it’s the same.
The smell of sweat and feet
Surrounds the locker room.
When I walk into the locker room,
Everyone looks at me
With a lean look
The sound of weights and dumb bells
Ring throughout the gym.
These guys are what I call
Beasts of the weights.
They lift and they grow muscles
As big as watermelons
Sweat and energy drink
Drips down their face as they lift
I try not to make eye contact
Because I know for if I do
They will rip my head off
And make shampoo
The tone of these graceful giants is great
Their huge muscles
Scare me,
I could never lift as much,
For these giants lift a bunch.
They seem as if their life’s consists of lifting,
And to see whose muscles are greater,
I will lift later.
The flow of strength and excitement
is exhilarating
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:52 pm
Alex K.
Good Job! You did a very good job writing your poem. I really enjoyed how I could picture the game in my head because you used a good choice of words, with your poem. That is a very exciting time for you and your team. I wish I was there to see the goal happen, and the excitement from your team. I bet your coach was very happy with all of the hard work and dedication your team gave in that game. Well, I hope your soccer team does well this year, and you have more memorable moments like the previous year.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:52 pm
Kaitlyn!!!!
Your poem almost made me cry!!! The feeling of was heart breaking. You put alot of detail into it and explained it very well, good job. I am so glad your brother got through it and he’s okay now.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:53 pm
The game we play:
The fresh cut grass
The smell of new painted lines on the field
As we begin we stretch
We look over at the other team and wonder
How good are they
Can we beat them?
Then we know
We can do it
We’re a team
We stick together like glue
Go threw anything that stands in our way
We get on the field ready for the game
In our spots
Ready to run
Then the ball hits your feet
You’re heart stops
You run as fast as you can
Do fancy tricks around players
Get pass the girls as
They defend their net
They come after you
Like football players going for the sack
You pass the ball
Then run to get open
The pass comes
You’re in front of the net
You’re skills you have learned
You must remember them now
As you kick the ball
It hits the back of the net
You score
Relief you feel
As your team cheers you on
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:53 pm
I was in a fight,
Playing on wet wasteland
I pulled out my red and black acr
But it was low on ammo.
I had to run through the tall green grass,
But it took forever,
I had marathon pro,
What was I thinking?
I should have played with my bro.
I noticed a quick red dot on my map
I pulled out my dual shotguns
And shot him in the back.
Everyone was mad,
It was the game-winning kill
He had a large AC-130 in hand.
I put down the controller and let out a big sigh,
Then thought to myself:
“I’m such a cool guy.”
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:54 pm
Janalyce F. fifth hour
Straight-Line Winds by: Erika R.
The poem shows what the windstorm was like I can’t imaging see houses being destroyed before my eyes like that. I was out of town when it happened, and when I came back I could still see the damage.
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:54 pm
Kassie J, good job on your poem, i really liked it. I love the emotion and detail in it. It is entertaining and makes you feel like you are right there in the moment. I am deffinitely know nothing about horses but this is a great insight on why someone would have such a great passion for them! Very nice work!
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:56 pm
Danielle C,
i really like yours alot. it had good detail and i feel your pain.
i also liked how you ended it with kinda a life lesson. it almost made me cry. im glad she made it through.(:
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:57 pm
Kaelyn L.
Your poem reminds me of something I have been looking forward to since the day school started. The poem you have written is worded like I see the picture in my head. You really did a great job with writing your poem, and using very good words with using imagery. Summer is in a couple months, but it is coming very quickly. Good job on your poem, and can not wait for summer!
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:58 pm
Janalyce F. fifth hour
Sean F.
I like how you showed your experience of band camp. Most people think band is easy, and no one understands the pain of band camp unless they can actually say this one time at band camp…
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:40 pm
We arrive at Kellogg Area
And prepare to battle
The number one ranked North Branch
We sit in the locker room
Hearing our hearts pound with nerves
Sounding like a horses hooves on the cobblestone
We jog into the freshly cleaned gym
Smelling as though it was just washed with Pinesol
See bleachers packed with parents and friends
Lights shine intensely on the court
Like the bright morning sun on a clear day
As the first serve is made
The sweat pours off our faces
As we sacrifice our bodies to dig every spiked ball
The crowd is out of control with excitement
While coaches’ scream at players for perfection
Though exhausted
We fight through the pain for our loving teammates
Fruitport the underdog wins
Taking the last step toward state finals
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:45 pm
My First Ice Cream Cone
I get out of the car.
A huge sign of flashy lights;
I have arrived at Whippi Dip.
I was excited to see
what I had in store for me.
My enthusiasm was shot
when I saw the long line.
Around me are babies screaming
and sunrays reflecting windshields.
My mom reads the flavors aloud.
The aroma of vanilla and chocolate distracts me.
Fifteen minutes passed before I got to the window,
my fingertips barely reach the countertop.
Finally,
my sugar cone of vanilla ice cream;
mixed with chunks of cookie dough,
is in my hands.
I am overwhelmed with happiness.
After one lick,
My victory dance knocks my ice cream cone
out of my hands,
and onto the ground.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:46 pm
GYMNASTICS
I step foot
On the great big gymnastics floor
I feel a rush
Like a hurricane
My heart beats faster
The gentle thump
I land the perfect flip
Gravity pulling me down
The sound of my feet
Hitting the floor
The outstanding movement in my stunt
Puts a smile on my face
The smell of chalk
Floating around in the air
By: Jenna Luurtsema
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:47 pm
My Family
I walk into my house
Barking dogs greet me
I see my family,
Sisters Bre and Whitney
Next to them, brother Robert
Then Mom and Dad
Like a bell,
Laughter rings throughout the house
The familiar smell of home
The mouth-watering smell,
Of hamburgers cooking on the grill
So good I can almost taste them
The bond in the house is so powerful,
I feel I could reach out and pick it up,
Like a flower growing in a meadow
After a storm,
Everything is more beautiful
My family is the same
After every hardship,
We emerge stronger and wiser than before
When I am home,
I feel the calm comfort,
Of a cool breeze in the summer
The strength of my family engulfs me
And I know I am home
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:48 pm
The Game
By Jonathan Sullivan
The soft velvety leather on my palm
The sounds of the crowed
Like a flock of seagulls on a garbage barge
The smell of peanuts, popcorn, burgers, and red clay
Fill my body with excitement
A burning desire to rush the field and conquer all
A glance and all I see is blue and silver
The other team
A shock wave hits me
And I know it’s the most important day of my childhood
We head for the dugouts
And put in a couple of pieces of bubble gum
With the combined tastes of sunflower seeds, Gatorade, and pizza
The game is over
We won with the pride of the nation in our hearts
I fall asleep knowing that we did it
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:48 pm
I Earn My First Check
At the beginning of the week
I find myself rushing to work
I arrive and see children
Multiplying by the dozen
Running
Screaming
Sometimes even crying
Why did I rush to get here
Aggravated parents
Asking me how I can stand
To work here at Chuck E. Cheeses
I smile and explain
I’m not being paid to watch kids
I go about my day cleaning tables
Giving out prizes
Or the worst
Delivering pizzas
The delicious smell of garlic
Pepperoni
And blend of spices
Make my mouth water like a sprinkler
The combination of different orders
And toppings
Look good enough to make my taste buds tingle
I will have such a craving and desire
It is hard not to snatch someone’s leftovers
I laugh when I see Chuck E. dancing
And how thankful I am
Not to be in the sweaty costume
I find myself singing cheesy music
In my head
Even after I am out of work
I feel the sun will never set
So I will be stuck here forever
I enjoy seeing children amused
With the little prizes and games
Next thing I know
It is Friday
And I have earned my first check
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:49 pm
I like lauren H. poem because i know how it is being under the presher of sport how ur hart pumps faster and faster
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:50 pm
Tiphanie L, i loved that poem. when i started reading it, it made me think how when i get older, married and have a child
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:50 pm
Kyle R your poem was very well worded and it made a lot of sence. It made me think of the first time I went on a rollercoaster.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:51 pm
Tiphanie, your poem is beautiful! You used very strong imagery to desribe every feeling and emotion you were having. I could feel everything you wrote. I can’t imagine what you’re going through and it must release a lot of emotion to write poetry. You are very good at it and you should continue writing! Good luck with your baby, I’m sure he’ll love you as much as you love him!
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:51 pm
Tiphanie L, i loved that poem. When I started reading it, it made me imagine myself having one.. I hope you write more poems like that one.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:51 pm
Animal
By Jacob F.
Minding my own
I’m targeted at for being distinctive
I explode when provoked
Stalk my prey
Beastlike
Looking for a time to attack
I Throw a Punch
Adrenaline flows through me
My heart races
I feel a stabbing pain
In my face from a smack
I become more enraged
Picturing my enemy on the ground
Broken
Blood in my mouth
Like rusty nails
I’m too angry to care
A fist smashes my face
I smell blood
And hear my ears ringing
I don’t hear the principal
Yelling to stop
I get detention
Only to repeat
My offense
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:52 pm
As I was hunting in a stand I would drink my grape PowerAde Then all of a sudden a big brown buck walks into my vision
I look at those antlers and they look like the one u sees on TV. But it was just a five pt
As he gets closer I can hear the leaves crunching
And I can even smell him as he moves into shooting range
I think it is the right time to shoot him
So as I pick up the gun and I aim carefully and shoot
I brought the buck down with one blow to the lung
Then I had to cut the buck open and take the bloody wet guts out
Reed Flickinger 6th hour
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:52 pm
Nana
The aroma of apples and cinnamon
Fills the room
As my grandma bakes apple pie
And sings old Italian songs
I can hear her voice in my head
When I think of the memories
We made before she got sick
Tears fill my eyes
When I think of the countless days
I sat holding her hand
In that nursing home
Now I realize
There is no greater hurt
Than when you lose the person
Who had the biggest impact on your life
And there is no greater joy
Than being able to spend
Those last days
By their side…R.I.P.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:53 pm
I like bari l because I like how she told us how she felt on stage and the fear she has and she still does it.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:53 pm
When I walked in the school
Blue and white surrounded me
It was like walking into a new world
I couldn’t hear my voice
Voices and instruments packed the gym
The smell was different than most places
It was like fresh cut grass
I felt at home
My heart was beating fast
I was confused and didn’t understand
Then my counselor said
Welcome to Oakridge
It was a prep rally
I don’t know if it was for me
But one thing I do know is
I became part of a family
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:54 pm
Chad E.
I didn’t have any idea that you had such powerful words inside you! I think I know who your talking about and she is a very luck girl. You should read this poem to her sometime. I’m sure she would love it as much as I do. Also, don’t be so sure that nothing lasts forever. When you know, you know. Maybe, someday, you two will still be together! I love how you use words to describe her features and emotions. As well as, how your whole poem is short and sweet; and straight to the point.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:54 pm
Bari, I love your poem! It has a great message and story behind it! You used great imagery to desribe how you felt on the stage and I felt like I was there with you! You descriptions were very good and I could almost see your knuckles turning white! You are a fantastic singer and I’m sure you’re dream will come true soon enough!
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:56 pm
A Summers Day
I woke up from a nights sleep
I walk outside
The smell of fresh cut grass looms the air
Warmth of the sun bakes my skin
I hear the white capped waves crashing the shore
Attractive girls walking the beach
The squishing sound of the sand tingles my head
The wind is strong enough to make the trees sway
The campfires illuminate the air
I smell the pinewood being burnt
We jump in the refreshing lake
Adrenaline overrides my body with excitement
Waves topple over our heads
Which sweep us off our feet
The sunset is about to set
Different shades of red purple and yellow illuminate the sky
When the sun sets
And we all gaze at the stars
We will all remember
That summers day
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:56 pm
Brooke H. you r poem made me think of spring and doing thinks outside.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:56 pm
Taner G.
I really liked your poem because it had great imagery. I could picture the beach and the ocean that you were at. I have been snorkling too and I enjoyed it as much as you. I could see the sunset and I could feel the breezes.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:57 pm
Fruitport Football
By: Jacob Grow
We bow our heads
as coach says Grace.
I can feel my heart beat like a drum
as we line up to run out of the locker room.
My adrenaline starts to rush
like a drug infesting my body.
I see the many fans cheering
as we run onto the field.
I can smell the faint smell of popcorn lingering
as the anthem is being sung.
We line up to kick off
and I look my opponent straight in the eye.
The ball is kicked
and the game has begun.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:57 pm
Shelby C. that was really good how you never said what your poem was about. You made the reader have to visialize the poem , I really liked that.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:57 pm
Hunting
As i walk into the woods
I smell the fresh air
I climb my tree stand
The steel of the ladder is very cold
I wait in the tree patiently
Then i see some deer walking in
My adrenaline begins to pump through my body
I stand perfectly still in fear of the deer spotting me
Patiently waiting until i see the buck i’ve been waiting for
I pull the gun to my shoulder meticulously
I see how big of a deer he is and begin to shake
I have trouble holding the gun steady
So i take a deep breath to steady my nerves
I aim the gun at the deer and pull the trigger
He runs frantically through the woods
I sit there and wonder how he must feel
After i see him drop i know i have made a clean kill
James North, 6th hour, March 23
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:58 pm
So this is band?
Andrew Hartung
I walk through huge
Heavy double doors
Smell stale sweat
Cleaning supplies
Hear musicians play various music from past years
Talking to Don and Emily
New reed and mouthpiece
Along with iron water
My fingers glide over new keys
My feet feel cold cafeteria floor
I ‘m nervous, fearful, accepted
So this is the family they all talk about
So this is band
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:58 pm
Bari L. I liked your poem a lot. You did a very good job. I dont know how you feel when you’re on stage but its probably nervous. I know I would be nervous.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:58 pm
JAMES N.
Nice job on the poem. It looks really good.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:59 pm
Tiphanie L.
tiphanie that poem is really good! you have good words.its like exactally what happend when you found out.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:59 pm
Carly H.
Your poem was very thoughtful. I like the way you talked about your family being strong and close. Your imagery was very good and made it easy to see what you were saying.
March 23rd, 2010 at 1:59 pm
nolan.c
I like the way you explained there whole experience including shooting a random person in the back with double barrow shot guns. But it was for a game-winning kill.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:00 pm
My Race
By: Caitlin A.
Sitting at the starting line
I look around at the fairgrounds
There is a crowd
Sitting in the stands screaming
Some are jumping around
In the pits
Elder people and young kids
Are sitting in folding chairs
And at picnic tables
Racers prepare their bikes
For the next moto
I can see dust clouds
Floating from all different directions
And I can feel the griminess of the dirt
As it covers exposed skin
I pull up to the gates
The smell of greasy concession stands
And the oil and gas from bikes hit me
My heart begins to beat
With anxiety and fear
I hear the announcer calling out my class
In a matter of seconds the gates will drop
I think about the checkered flag
At the end of our five laps
I want to finish
And as those gates hit the ground
I realize
This is my race
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:00 pm
Life on Nickels Lake
By: Tyler K 6th hour
I awaken to the sound of a loon
Calling across the lake
The smell of bacon frying and coffee
Makes my mouth water
After breakfast I go outside to see the eagle soaring
It gracefully flaps its wings
Like a giant butterfly
Then I hear the gruff calling of the bullfrog
I grab my net
Run to the shore
Put my net in
And glide it through the water
To catch a tadpole
Slippery and slimy
As I reach for my bucket
I see geese flying through the air
A black v moving south
Life at the cabin never dies
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:01 pm
Kaelyn L.
My dear third aunt, I love your poem. I know your talking about our wonderful family. I’m so happy that you think about me so often. Your poem makes me want to cry, kind of, just reminiscing about the past. Summer is your favorite season, that is just how well i know you. I’m overjoyed to hear about your feelings, as usual. Just a reminder, there is only 10 days until we leave and experience that taste of the beach, ad hot sand beneath our feet! I love you.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:01 pm
amanda c. Your poem was good and pretty funny. I didn’t even know you worked at Chuck E. Chesses but it’s pretty cool. And you are lucky you don’t have to wear that sweaty costume!
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:02 pm
I liked Carly H’s poem. It was deep in thought and it seemed it was very personal. I liked how she rhymed me, and Whitney. It is a very creative poem.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:02 pm
Jacob F.
I think that your poem was good becuase you expressed how you feel towards people at this school. Maybe you should not let what people say offend you and they would eventually give up.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:02 pm
Jacob F.
you have great imagery. you explain in very good details. i felt like i was there and could taste what you tasted. great job.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:03 pm
Chad E.
I am responding to your poem because it is very cute and kind of romantic. It reminds me of my boyfriend and I. I can also picture it as if it was a movie because of all the detail. You did a very good job. I am glad it sounds like your very open minded about long-term relationships. It is not very often for a guy to be that committed to a relationship. : )
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:03 pm
Kassie J.
I like how you express your love for your horse. You show the bond you two have very well. Your imagery is also very easy to picture.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:03 pm
james n.
you did really good you showed how everything you feel towards somebody else and i thought that was good.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Kassi J. I can feel the connection between you and your horse. I like the poem a ton. Because I know you personaly im sorry about your horse. I know you love him a ton and if he could read your poem he would love as well. GREAT JOB!
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Shelby C.~5th hour
I liked yours. It was really thoughtful, it was full of action and it sounds like something that maybe alot of teams go through.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Brooke H.
I loved your poem because I could imagine the sights of spring. I can’t wait for spring to get here myself.I could even smell the grass as I read your poem. Throughout the whole poem I could see different images.I think that you did a good job appealing to all of my senses. Great Job!
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:05 pm
Goodbye
Around me I see people in black.
Friends,
Relatives,
or anyone who cares.
People hug me,
when I do not wish to be hugged.
Everyone sits and watches
as the pastor starts speaking.
No one can sit still.
Music brings tears to everyone’s eyes.
To my right,
my mother with tears falling from her face.
To my left,
my grandmother,
tissues in hand.
In the middle is I.
Stomach aching for a need to cry,
but my body can’t let it out.
The end is near,
flowers placed all around.
Everyone leaves with one last look at my brother,
whose body lay lifeless in his casket.
Goodbye my brother.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:05 pm
Nico i love you like my brother and i know how much your poem means to you. I can tell you wrote that staright from the heart, and thats what makes it so good. You did a good job and remember she hasent died she was just reborn. “PDL”
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:06 pm
My Performance
By: Kaley A.
As we’re waiting to go out to the floor, I listen.
The pounding of the bass drums,
The melody of the vibes,
And the rolls of the snares overwhelm me.
Anxiety is coursing through my veins as we head out to perform.
Setting our drums down we rush towards the tarp,
Listening to everyone’s orders,
Smelling the old paint smell of the tarp as it sweeps across the floor.
When I feel the weight of my bass drum,
I look out into the crowd.
A sea of faces looking back cheering and making lots of noise,
While the judges are serious and watch our every move.
We all get into our spots and wait going through our show in our minds.
Then we hear the scream.
All nervousness flies away as we succumb to chaos,
Slowly working our way across the tarp finding order.
As I feel the vibrations of my drum I look around my surroundings,
The tenors march by with an air of seriousness to their marching,
The snares looking up into the eyes of the judges.
We cross back to chaos relaxing allowing ourselves to let loose
And to let go of order.
Listening to the pit
All I hear is the marimba letting the crowd know that all order is lost through its melody.
Starting our last song all you can hear is my bass drum
Breaking through the silence of the room.
And in what seems like a matter of seconds we’re done.
Hearing the crowd cheering, absolutely awed by our performance,
I feel on top of the world.
Music still flowing through my body,
I want to play more.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:06 pm
Ty P. Your poem is very thoughtful. Going to a new school is hard and to write a poem about it is cool.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:06 pm
John S.
nice poem …
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:07 pm
Sean F.
I like how you express your love for band camp. I feel the same way i too love band and band camp.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:07 pm
Alyssa G. Said,
Looking Back:
Thinking about things im kind of glad that she went through the hard things she did in breaking her heart over loosing her best friend at the time, because now she is my best friend and i love her[:
Tiphanie L. said,
My Baby:
When i read her poem i could feel the love that she is bringing to life you can truely tell that she is caring for the baby even though she hasnt even had her little boy yet.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:07 pm
Reed F
Nice job on the poem. It makes hunting sound even more fun right now.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:08 pm
jake(my love) I loved your poem and def. know that feeling of having your heart pound when running onto the field for kickoff. Great job and description!
p.s. love you ~PDL~
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:08 pm
To number 71.
Danielle C.
I love your poem.
Just when I thought that things were going for the worst they got better.
I love whem you talk about the white hospital rooms.
It gives me a very good visual.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:09 pm
My First Ice Cream Cone
I get out of the car.
A huge sign of flashy lights;
I have arrived at Whippi Dip.
I was excited to see
what I had in store for me.
My enthusiasm was shot
when I saw the long line.
Around me are babies screaming
and sunrays reflecting windshields.
My mom reads the flavors aloud.
The aroma of vanilla and chocolate distracts me.
Fifteen minutes passed before I got to the window,
my fingertips barely reach the countertop.
Finally,
my sugar cone of vanilla ice cream;
mixed with chunks of cookie dough,
is in my hands.
I am overwhelmed with happiness.
After one lick,
My victory dance knocks my ice cream cone
out of my hands,
and onto the ground.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:10 pm
Kaley A.~6th hour
Your poem was really nice. It had so much detail, and it was really inspiring. I really dont know much about band but you described it in such great detail that now I know plenty.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:10 pm
Alyssa G.
I thought your poem really described what happens when you have to leave your best friend, it’s almost like losing a sibling.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:11 pm
Kaley A.
I like your poem, music is always a good thing to have in a person. I like how you describe preforming.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:11 pm
During the summer time
people are outside.
They are cooking on grills.
They invite their friends
To have a barbeque.
People cant wait
Until the food is ready.
People love the sound
Of the meat sizzling.
Some people are starving
By the time the food is done.
People are also outside
To enjoy the nice fresh air.
They love the great taste
Of barbequed meats.
People hear birds singing,
Kids screaming,
Lawn mowers running,
And the sizzling of the sun.
Wehn everyone is done eating
They all go inside
To make some dessert.
When everyone
Is done with dessert
They all go for a walk
Down the road.
They love the nice, cool air
At night.
They come back in for the night.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:11 pm
Bobby C, I really liked your poem. It was so peaceful. It reminded me of Virginia, where I used to live. There was always a nice smell and feeling to the air. I used to walk around the beach all the time, but the beaches were nicer and bigger in Norfolk. I miss that kind of weather. I was always outside then because it was so nice. I was skinny then. Now I don’t go outside anymore because I have the cold, so I’ve started to pack on the pounds. I was irritated when my parents said that we were moving. I might consider going to college there. Either way, I will never be able to stand the New England Patriots.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:12 pm
Kaley A.
I like your poem, music is always a good thing to have in a person. I like how you describe preforming
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:12 pm
Jenna L. I liked your poem, it was really good. You did good at telling how you feel when you do gymnastics.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:12 pm
To number 14.
Adam K.
I love this.
I didn’t expect the ending at all.
All the noises that you explain are dead on.
The binders and the kids yelling get me the most.
Ha, this is pure perfection.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:13 pm
Adam K
I know how you feel when you fall asleep in class in school it feels like forever and then you wake up to the really mean teacher yelling at you and you wipe the drool off your face and play it off like you wernt sleeping. “what i wasent sleeping you were sleeping”
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:13 pm
Nolan C.
I like the way you talked about Call of Duty. It made me visualize the game through a way I never thought about.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:13 pm
caty .B
nice poem:)
well i love ice cream so it really made my mouth water lol so good job sorry about the ice cream cone falling on the groud at least the ants get to taste something sweet.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:15 pm
Caitlin A.
Your poem really allows you to imagine what it’s like before you go out to race and all of the things you go through in those moments.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:15 pm
Emily P.
I liked your poem a lot. It was very sad. Im so sorry for your loss. Its a lot to take in, especially when your seven.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:16 pm
Caty B.
Caty I really liked your poem. You have such great detail it makes me hungry for some ice cream. I bet you were a cutie for a little munchkin. ; ) I also love Whippi dip!!!
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:16 pm
Tyler K.
Your poem gets your point across about how much the cabin life affected you, and your ending line established how you would want to go back. Your poem was a good read.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:16 pm
nolan c. modern warfare is sweet.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:16 pm
Adam K
I never once thought about writing on sleeping. I like how you explain the sounds you here and the stuff that goes on around you.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:17 pm
Fishing
By Joe Kostamo
The glass-like water gets my blood pumping
The hum of the motor
As you go to your favorite spot
The smell of salt and garlic
Comes from the bait
As it bakes in the sun
When you hook a big one
You have to kiss it goodbye
The slimy taste is nasty
But its something you must do
Your thumb gets worn after hoisting up fish
“Bass thumb”
It’s considered a gift
If your arms feel like rubber
You have had a good day
From the glasslike water
To the ache in your arms
You can be sure
That fishing is a lifestyle
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:18 pm
Nolan C.
Call of Duty Modern Warefare 2. A good game, and it’s apparent it makes a good poem too. Your poem had good structure.
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:20 pm
Tyler P.
Your poem was great. I can relate to this because I moved from school to school, needing to be accepted by the students at each one. I went through the confusion of school events and it was hard. I got used to it after a few moves, though. I came to like this school, as with schools in the past. The imagery was very vivid and reminded me of my first pep rally at Fruitport.
March 23rd, 2010 at 4:23 pm
I am replying to Tiphanie L. for her poem “My Baby”. I really enjoyed reading this poem because it was really good. You showed a lot of emotion and put a lot of thought into writing about your baby. I love that you incorporated how you feel about him, that you love him and that you are happy, sad and excited as well. I could really get a sense of how you felt, and how you can’t wait to see what he is going to look like. I think that you will be a very good mother and take very good care of Masyn as well. I am very excited for you and to see what he will look like. Good luck with everything and I hope that you have a bright future ahead of you as well as Masyn does especially having a mother like you in his life. (:
March 23rd, 2010 at 5:01 pm
I am replying to Danielle’s poem “Mom”.
I have no idea what happened with your mom, but I really felt like I could feel what was going on. I understand how you feel and that it was really sad with whatever you went through. I have had some of those moments myself, hospital visits and scares in our family. I am glad that everything is okay now. I hope the you don’t have to go through anything like that again. Keep you head up and I know that things will work out. It’s good how you incorporated that feeling of the chair like wood and tasting your salty tears. Very good poem Danielle.
March 23rd, 2010 at 7:02 pm
John S.
I really liked your poem. I felt like I could see everything that was happening and I thought that it was really easy to relate to. You described everything really well and I can tell that you really like to play baseball and that it has a big impact on your life. Anyways, very well written and good luck this season!
March 23rd, 2010 at 7:33 pm
Numerical Order
Hannah D
I sit on my bed waiting.
Waiting for that that light bulb
to burn bright.
All I can think about
Is numbers,
not imagery,
nothing but numbers.
Math is my escape,
my own hidden valley,
where I am free.
Math is real.
Math is life.
My life.
I am at peace solving problems,
it comes so naturally.
As the beach pulls in his tide,
I’m hooked.
I can’t cut myself loose,
trapped in an endless net of equations.
Do I want to be set free in the real world,
so cold and dark?
Another world war?
We shouldn’t have to fight
our way through life.
Always tense,
Waiting for the nightmares to end.
Math is black and white.
Right and wrong.
All the choices I can handle.
Outside numbers are grey.
Fading together to make one.
No black.
No white.
The line is gone.
Where is that line?
The line that separates the civilized and the savage?
The innocent and the guilty?
Where is it?
Fading away
Because of politicians and lawyers
Making the gap smaller and smaller.
We need to find that line.
The line between black and white.
Good and evil.
I escape to math.
It makes sense.
March 23rd, 2010 at 8:19 pm
For Ashley R from 6th hour
I love your poem. It reminds me of what is just around the corner. I can’t wait for summer. I can just smell everything that makes summer so special. I could smell the fresh cut grass and barbeques in the backyard. I can hear the birds singing their songs at night. I can picture that quiet midnight stroll down the street. I felt like I was in your poem. You had great imagery.
March 23rd, 2010 at 9:09 pm
Kyle R 3rd hour
I really felt as if I was on the roller coaster. When I was waiting to ride my first roller coaster I felt the same way. You really captured the adrenalin rush you get when riding. You also captured how fast the whole experience is with the length of your poem. I could see the kid getting off the ride and running back in line to do it all over again. I could relate to your poem and it was a cool feeling.
March 23rd, 2010 at 9:40 pm
Breanna G.
I clearly remember this day, and every feeling you put into this poem. Everything you said was true, and it was truly something great to be a part of. I don’t think I will every forget everything you put into this poem. Good job capturing all the feelings that were a part of this game including the nerves and the excitement. I loved the way you described one of the biggest upsets in Fruitport.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:16 pm
The Summer
Farwell goodbye to friends and family
Touchdown in the land of red dirt,
Huntsville Alabama my father’s new home
A rental house on the beautiful Tennessee river
Sparkly warm water refreshes you
New friends and tasty chicken barbeques
Rope swing and pontoon rides
Tasting our first southern meal
Sunday church and dinner
100 degrees of whopping heat
Different speaking terms, using “yall”
House hunting finding what is right
Our new home moving in
Long hours painting
Time to leave for Michigan
Sad departure 11 hour ride
Mixed emotions leave dad and family
Seeing mom for the first time in a while
Home with mom and family
School begins and I wait for Christmas,
To visit Alabama again.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:19 pm
Replying to taner,
Taner ypur peom was really good. i could really imagine the coral reefs and the water.the whole peom flowed together veary neatly ande understandably.
March 24th, 2010 at 12:25 pm
nico
Your poem was very well written. i really enjoyed reading it
March 24th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
When I First Met You
I saw you walking towards me
Shoving people out of your way
I smile
But with shock
Thinking, “why me?”
You get to me
We talk for hours.
Ignoring everyone around us.
You hold my hand
I hold on to yours
Feeling the warmth in your hands
My heart’s pounding 3 times faster
I picture how we might last
I want this to last
I wish it would never end
I have to go
I don’t want to leave you
You walk me to my car
We talk more before I go.
You look me in the eyes like you want something
I look back into your blue eyes
Probably knowing what you want
You kiss me
I have joy inside me eyes
When I get in the car
And drive away
I see myself in heaven
Knowing it will last.
March 25th, 2010 at 6:22 am
Chad.
Your poem is very cute! you can tell that you are very into your relationship. Your wording was good, it explains alot, gives very good detail, and imagery. Your poem also expresses your feelings very well. i really enjoyed reading it.
March 25th, 2010 at 11:05 am
Kyleigh Marie
I remember when you where born
So cute and tinny
Now you’re three
Ready to conquer the world
A princess of sorts
Spoiled rotten.
My aunt is crazy every outfit
In your dresser is pink
So many shades, Bright and vivid.
You snuggle like a tinny cub
When you’re sick or tired
Outside is where you want to be
No matter how much your mom
Wants a girly girl you’re always
In the thick dense mud
Your amazed by the bouncy trampoline
Being adventuress for hours
When you hear the roar of my truck
You yell my name
When I get out you let the wind carry you to me
You jump into my arms so fast
It’s like an earthquake is emerging from under your feet.
I hold you tight, spinning around
Your giggles making me smile
Protecting my little angel
As you run back for the trampoline you
Crash like that earthquake has hit the grass
I speed over to your side and swing you up to
My side, wiping your tears away with a smooth
Touch, having the ability to light up my day
Even the darkest of them
No day is dark with you right next door.
March 25th, 2010 at 11:08 am
Tiphanie L.
I love you poem it sounds amazing.
Can’t wait to meet little mayson.
Great imagry.
-Brittany M.
March 25th, 2010 at 11:12 am
Caty B.
Your poem is very visual and sounded really good, I want ice cream now
March 26th, 2010 at 9:51 am
I’m 17
That morning brought a smile to my face.
The butterflies were flying all around.
My stomach felt so funny.
I couldn’t wait for time to fly by.
Breakfast passed.
Then lunch.
Dinner felt like hours away.
By one Alyssa’s house.
We dressed in almost all purple.
We looked totally sweet.
It came time.
Olive garden never looked so good.
After we ate.
The presents were next.
The last one came, and inside…
A note that said “we will always love you.”
My mother hands me keys.
The tears began to come.
And I drove out of that parking lot.
In my very own car.
April 15th, 2010 at 8:52 am
I really liked Erika Rutz’s poem. She has a lot of good details.
April 15th, 2010 at 8:53 am
Kyle R,
I liked your poem. It was intense.
May 5th, 2010 at 3:01 pm
Danielle,
I know that feeling but it wasn’t with my mom, it was with my grandma. I could picture the hospital room. You did a very good job describing that particular time.
May 5th, 2010 at 3:10 pm
Kassie J.
I could really visualize being in the ring. I could picture a judge giving you first prize. I’ve seen this before.
June 7th, 2010 at 1:01 pm
Golf Poem
When I play the game
I love I think to my self it is just me and the ball
When I taste the grass
After I hit the ball
I like when you first show up
And all of the animals are running for the woods
After a good night sleep
The best is when a goose chases you after almost hitting them
As I start a round
I start with a club and a hand full of balls
But there is no rush like making a 40 foot put to save par on a par 3
Or when your ball hits the water and makes a tsunami
By,
Tyler Fielding
June 7th, 2010 at 1:12 pm
Zach,
I like how you you said your poem and how it was about basketball this is becouse i use to play this sport. it was a good inturpritation of how it could happen in a game. that must have been a good game to go to.
Tyler Fielding
June 7th, 2010 at 1:17 pm
Jamie Little,
that sounds like fun to go down south and hang out with your dad all summer