POSTED POETS
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month, and the week of April 10-16 is National Library Week? Not only is Mrs. Michulka expecting everyone to be extra-special nice in the library, she is also expecting all of the Westview Wildcat Writers of poetry to submit their work to the our second “Posted Poets” writer’s show. Here’s what you do to enter:
1. From your original written works, choose your best, school appropriate work
2. You should be proud of your work, so your name (first and last) and grade level should be visible
3. Enter your best work here any day during the month of April
4. The best of the best will be selected and posted and shown on the monitors in the Cafeteria.
5. “Posted Poets” may then come to the library to select the prize of their choice from the “Winner’s Prize Box”.
Five easy requirements-that’s all! This is your time to shine and show off…to show off the excellent writing of the Westview Wildcat Writers!
El mar se puso azul de tanto ver el cielo asi te pones tu cuando te mueres de celos
lying here in the dark emptiness crying
you ask me whats wrong as if you don’t know
i start to breathe even harder going into a panic attack
blacking out i realize why i cried over you
never knowing what to do with you i finally relize
i love you…… and you love me too.
Sitting in the loud lunchroom.
Eating and eating my food
As Jen chatted on and on about her day
Try to pretend to listen isn’t hard
Angela sit next to me.
Silently eating her lunch
Sometimes talking but only
when necessary.
Jenn and Angela used to be best friends
long before I even know them.
But now there that heavy tension
in the air that makes me sick.
They talk as if they’re friends
But the air is filled with silent bickering
that I can hear so clearly
I wish that they will be friends again
and hope that air is gone.
and the air of happines will continue
like when they are still friends
To my chest my
Hands i clasp
I deeply breathe
I wheeze and gasp
My temples throb
My mouthis dry
My heart beats fast
I’m going to die
My voice has gone
My throat is sore
My hands both shake
I can take no more
I lay my head
Upon my knee
Now blow the whistle
Referee
As I Lay Dying
Trapped in an asylum.
Chains strapping me down to the metal frame;
Waiting for my hearing.
Time drifts away
Now blind folded, and dripping from the head down.
I can feel the electrical waves firing up
Slowly, the shocks run up my spine;
Each one bringing me closer to death.
Anticipating the final, deadliest shot,
I close my eyes and slip into unconsciousness
Where forever i will stay
Is time all we have, all we need?
All we wait on, all we seek?
Time is a sort of greed.
We count it, but can we count on it?
What if it comes too soon,
And I’m still dancing at the ball?
Or if the sun’s out, and there’s not moon,
And it still has’t come at all?
Will I lose my gown,
Because it wasn’t on time?
Miss my chance for the crown,
Can I count on time?
Life is time
On a short leash.
Love is stronger than time,
But it can still carry me away by a soft breeze.
It slowly brings me to the end of the road.
Nothing left to dom no time at all.
It’s like a bomb waiting to explode,
But I can’t move at all.
It straps me down,
And holds me tight.
There’s no water, but I still drown,
And finally I see a light.
So this brings me to my question,
Can time be counted on?
Is it just my imagination?
Is time already gone?
Dark washes over us;
Hiding all the chaos and hatred
This world holds.
But the moon is the only
Light to bring us hope.
The hope of a day beginning anew,
Hope for all this hatred to go away.
I want to be free,
I wish to fly.
Away from this place,
Upon the sky.
If you love me,
Then why is it so,
You leave me here
with no place to go?
Here I am locked up,
Like a prisoner in a cell.
Please let me out,
Or I’m gonna yell.
I cry out for help,
but no one hears me.
I am all alone,
With everything that fears me.
I hear footsteps approach,
I’m scared to come out,
A tiny hand extends,
What is this all about?
You let me go,
No one can dissagree.
I will never forget you,
Now I can be free.
She’s the sweetest rose of color, this boy has ever knew. Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest may and sing of Destinee but the yellow rose of texas beates the belles of tennesse.
Lost hope
I wake up to see if you’re near me, but all I see is my own reflection. I call your name, but there’s no answer, I look for you, but there’s no sign. I think to myself where could you be, but it seems like I have no brain. I turn to see where you are, then it hits me your nowhere to be found. I cry, but no one hears me, I am scared, but for a moment I am calm. I turn for the last moment hoping you would show up, and then suddenly you appeared, I took one glance at you, and then ran to wrap my arms around your waist. My heart raced across my chest and, to my surprise you kissed my cheek lightly with your lips, and I felt safe in your arms.
What happens to a dream gone bad?
Does it just lay in your bad like a worn Down pillow?
Or is it something that jumps around in a sping filled meadow?
Does it haunt you like a shadow?
or explode like a volcano
over the darkness of night?
Maybe it just falls at your feet like new fallen snow.
Or does it desolve?
Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it crumble up-
Like a blueberry muffin?
Or bubble up like boiling water-
And then subside?
Does it stench like old cheese?
Or blooming flowers in the breeze-
Like a bouquet of roses?
Or maybe it just falls-
Like a pencil rolling off a desk.
Or does it just vanish like the leaves on the trees?
I love poems and i think that all of these are wonderful
THE HALL WAY
In the hall way you’ll hear laugthing,talking , yelling
IN the Hall way you,ll see Hugging ,Playing,Poeple Falling
poelpe running to get to glass
THAT’S WHAT YOU’LL SEE IN THE HALL WAY
Walk down the hall all.
People who are tall and short
People who say hey to all of their friends win they walk past
Slaping hands and saying “ what’s up”
Walk down the hall
I like it when you hold me in your
arms,kiss me,& tell me how much
you care about me.I love it when you
come up behind me & just grad me
& hug me like u dont want to let go
all this is what i like about him!!
Don’t tell me I’ve failed,
Tell me what to do better.
Don’t scoff at my dreams,
Help me acheive them.
Don’t push me away,
Embrace my individuality.
Don’t tell me I won’t understand,
Help me to.
Don’t hide me from the world,
Let me learn good and bad.
Don’t hold onto me too tightly,
Just catch me when I fall.
Don’t Pick apart my flaws,
They are what makes me, me.
Don’t stop me from my bad ideas,
Let me learn from them.
Don’t try to make me you,
I am my own person.
Don’t try to control me,
It pushes us apart.
Don’t laugh at my opinions,
They may change the world.
Let me learn to be me,
Even when it hurts.
Don’t laugh at me,
But teach me to laugh at myself.
LET’S GO KLMS KNIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sorry WMS… I should be wth you tho ^^
-WHO ARE WE-
The darkness in our hearts,
Have turned black,
The fear of death,
Has grown strong,
Our love of murder,
Is now over ruling,
NOW LOOK AT WHO WE ARE!!
Trail of Tears
A cry in the night
But no one hears
Cries that rise to the sky
Death haunts the air
Everone’s frightened
Frightened stiff
Grey men in uniforms
Hunts upon them now
If we make it there, they say
Jackson told us so
Karry on to land unknown
Little ones reach out out for hands
Mothers are unable to hold
Never fear, the end is near
Oh, but what lies they were
Praries wide and deserts thick
Quiet nights and darkened days
Rest so easy, on hollowed graves
Silent voices, no one hears
Tears that haunt a haunted trail
Underneth a simple pride
Very much afraid they were
Westward on, Jackson said
Xcellent! the soldiers cried
Young and old, too sad they find
Zlipped, a land that’s left behind
Thank you Ms. Greer I posted this fo you!!
Sometimes I try to take life as it comes.
But sometimes it comes in some pretty messed up ways….
Sometimes i just dont understand why…..
I try to face what has happen,but when i think about it i get all upset,then my face starts to get wet,i touch my face because i know there is tears,man god it hasnt even been a year.
I want her back but i know it wont happen,she’s gone but i think she is on a long vacation,and she’ll walk through that door anyday now…….
But as the days and nights go by she hasn’t arrived.
I try to take life as it comes but in the end im the one stuck between these wings and broken dreams.
This is dedicated to my mom Laurie Hernandez. She passed away on June 22nd of 2007 and for the past couple of months ive tried to act like everything is fine but it really isn’t.
Thank You Mrs.Michulka for making this poem postings
sittin here waiting to see
the night falling the moon rising
thinking of how my life go
and think of how unfair it is
Life come at you fast
when you see stuff you should stay away
like when I saw stuff that can’t be true
trust me its aint choose
so next time when you see life
you should know that its not fair
that you can’t always get what you want
and nothing can stay up forever