The thought of life without spring is blissful. Surely they don’t see how to hide their lies. Seek out the leaves and sunshine; think wishful. For then the slumber of winter soon dies. Run too far with the children and make haste. They have all the time in the world to spend Mere moments fly by with time yet to waste. Lineup in black gowns, standing hand in hand. Now the feeling of spring is all too real. Last weeks and routines to reveal what’s left. Time for one last attempt at how it feels. Try to remember, then take a deep breath. For soon it all will change and turn to new. For soon the cold will try to break through.
Can I make it through one more day at school? These halls, these walls, these books, these looks, these clocks And all I see is blue, my swimming pool Shall I jump in or lay here by the rocks I love the flowers blooming all around Fifty nine days till graduation now How life just flies as though its not held down Shall I recall all the times that I frowned No I shall laugh upon these times and dwell Only on those who laughed at me, with me too No life is different, mademoiselle Shall I dare say I found myself, true blue Go sleep in peace, it's almost here, my time Speak up, your life is the beginning rhyme
It seems we always find ways to complain, Instead of looking for things that are nice, The thoughts we have keep bad news on the brain, It’s no wonder we feel ‘sad’ will suffice.
The sky always seems gloomy and hazy, There never are days we spend in the sun, Days we’re inside, alone cause we’re lazy, Thinking on problems instead of some fun.
But if we all think of things that are right, Concentrate on positives, things sublime, Try to make life better with all our might, We’ll all stop doing things that waste our time.
Imagine the things we could work to do, If we begin each day, our life anew.
Two months to go until we graduate. No time to waste, for I must find a school. Will I decide or leave it up to fate? The indecisiveness is oh so cruel.
Unsure, I sit upon the waiting list. So soon I was denied from my top few. Now two, I have; how shall I pick betwixt? One choice, four years to start my life anew.
The last hurrah—enjoy it while we can. Forget college; I’ll make it on my own. My friends, my school, my life—a detailed plan; Soon to be gone, I’ve learned as I have grown.
Alas, I’m done; there’s nothing more to do. Complete, finished, I’m headed to BU.
I am unsure as how to write right now This poem could be good or bad, who knows? I guess I’ll let the class (that’s you) say how You think I’ve made my random rhyming rows So now it seems it’s time to really start: A boy who only wanted to have fun A girl who never felt much with her heart And they met under summer’s so hot sun A silly love that no one thought would last They smiled and laughed but that’s not really love Well all the others were right ‘case that has passed So now there’s nothing for me to write of This sonnet for class cannot possibly be A masterpiece of Shakespeare’s poetry
Oh rain, oh cloud, be gone, be gone and let The sun come up today. The sun we seek Is hiding there behind the cloud beset With gray. Leaving there a sense of mystique. Come out, come out oh sun don’t be hiding. Come oust the cold from all the poor man’s veins, And lift the rain from their faces. Keeping The rain from touching all the windowpanes. This rain and cold bring hate and spite. No fun For any, the wet and mud bring pain and hurt. The shoes get stuck causing falls that stun, Landing in mud stuff that soils the shirt. Oh sun, come out real bright to help our sight, We need you now so there will be no fright.
On Monday third of March work stops for thought Concerning who will be the upset pick For bracket time is here as workers plot The road these teams might take, who'll do the trick
Avoiding upstarts, bracket busting runs Is easier said than done, year in, year out George Mason, Xavier, Zags; each one has done Enough to put their first round games in doubt
Which 1 seed will be first defunct this year? The Buckeyes, Jayhawks, Panthers, Devils bear The burden expectation brings... it's here Out early... then to curse your name we'll dare
From First to Final Four we watch and see Our brackets either fail or quite succeed.
Endless hours I spent hacking away Mornings and days in the hot heat so sweet Through the noon and the eve I would so stay So those who tried would be lucky to beat
Left, right, left, right, it always starts the same The skill achieved seems to have run long gone Through more toils and snares day after day Come fewer balls that end up in the lawn
Into the summer I’m ready to play Into the fall it begins to drag on Into the winter inside do I stay The spring to renew what once was long gone
This monotonous game I have long tried Will soon become fun, for hard work has died
Here, side by side, the sun begins to rise, As time passes the dew appears to fade, Under this tree we hear—we see—no lies, Seeing the things that hide beneath the shade. A space to let my pent up mind unfold, Thinking of ways to show my love for you, No way to tell what’s new from what is old, The sun, it sets; my heart, a flame renewed. As we observe, the world becomes alive, Mysterious the earth is in the night, No sight; into this world we take a dive, Swimming in this ocean of dark delight. Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away, Now back to back, the starry sky—it fades.
Why must the evening clouds rebuke the sky To turn against the dark and silenced night To wedge between the closing eyes in light And interrupt their dreams, Cassandra’s cry? Why must the earth now choose to give reply To clash its swords above, a Titan fight Infused with booms of Hercules’ delight? Pity the ones below, above, comply.
But when she wakes the world is fresh and green The light remains, just as the silence sounds And in a film of wax it’s clear, pristine. Again the view is new and from the grounds A life begins promised in life’s serene And thus the same detested winds make rounds.
This poem I say will be very corny He cannot think of anything to write Ideas flowing like a kids nose runny Maybe something will hit him by tonight.
The process of writing sonnets is “fun” He works at it and still nothing will come Man, he can’t wait till he is done He is ready to munch yum, yum, yum, yum.
Random thoughts enter and run about wild “Hope UCONN wins it all" he says aloud He hums a tune like an innocent child He is almost done writing he’s proud.
This work is not that corny he decides HE blogs it so it can no longer hide.
From the bare branches do new blossoms spring For warm air creeps through the wintry prelude. Blue skies filled with birds, who joyfully sing, They rejoice Mother Earth’s giving of food.
When nagging months of bitter cold do end, The world and its dwellers can all delight. Upon coats and gloves we do not depend. Instead, we look to the sun that burns bright.
As I sit and count the time left in class, My mind can dream of a perfect spring day: A blanket spread upon the fresh green grass Dogs play, people lay, worries drift away.
The sweet in between upon which we wait Can only be described with one word: great!
Springtime in the south is seen in every Lawn I pass by, plants pop up in color. Caught in between the bitter Winter wind, And the hot and humid Summer dog days. Rain clouds shower and they bring May flowers. First rays of sunshine kiss girls with freckles And they bronze the bodies laying poolside. Springtime in the south is seen in every Student taking breaks from school to islands, They flock to warmer weather for a week, Stay up late, we can dance the night away. Springtime in the south is seen in every Person walking their dog in the morning, Fresh dew makes their ankles moist and grassy.
Glee is the show that on Tuesdays I watch Dinner on trays on a soft comfy couch Homework is looming but not a whole lot If Mom will not let me she knows I’ll pout.
Tonight’s episode was new to TV The drama unfolded with boys and girls Struggling with things of love and jealousy Waiting to see relationships unfurl.
My favorite part is the song and dance How they perform popular tunes and such Learning and competing for just a chance To win sectionals, which they want so much.
Each show closes with a message to teens Hope, kindness, trust, love that’s what it all means.
There was a book that did not see the light Its cover was filled with big heaps of dust One very brave soul opened it one night To begin a storm with winds came a gust
A large white beam of light struck the dark sky The moon was erased and the stars were gone When the light vanished, all left was a fly The fly grew slowly, what formed was a swan
The swan kept growing, the beak turned to nose A moment later those wings turned to arms The webbed feet parted until it had toes It seemed that this fly now had human charms
You’ll never know how much a book can change From something so small, yet so very strange
with charm printed on teeth like gods shoeshine; notions of time drownd in between vices; lost to conformity, he yells out, "Fine". he looks to start a war, that fact entices. in tears to thwart his own tonic demise; in spite he screams to damn mortality, under a gazing sky, he will be wise; a cold desert, echoes eternity.
tall grass flickers in time with cool sea breeze; a breath of oxygen calms him and me; and off away there is the watchtower colored with gold and bronze, he gains his poise gleaming, hinting at its endless power. and princes saw the western man approach riding to move the earth, he snarls and spits a howl that grins his life into a joke.
The fog is thick and white clouding my sight, I can’t even see an image of trees. I do believe the sun is big an bright, But these clouds force me to fight off the freeze. Today is not a day to bike around Or climb a top a towering boulder Although I urge to run outside unbound My wish must wait until I am older. Today is a good day to read a book To stay at home to watch an old movie To find a scrumptious recipe to cook Or play music that sounds pretty groovy Right now I will ponder something to do, Before the days minutes become too few.
Although the fall seems long ago to me It was much closer that it truly feels. Beginning senior year in such a breeze Now we’re at the end, I’m spinning my wheels.
Pre first grade was just my beginning here Third grade I found what I wanted to learn. Sixth grade perhaps was my favorite year Eighth grade seemed the end made my stomach churn.
But here I did come a new adventure New friends and classes seemed like a struggle. As it went along it got much better I came outside my usual bubble.
Impending change will come again so soon College, change, leaving, with friends old and new.
The thought of life without spring is blissful.
ReplyDeleteSurely they don’t see how to hide their lies.
Seek out the leaves and sunshine; think wishful.
For then the slumber of winter soon dies.
Run too far with the children and make haste.
They have all the time in the world to spend
Mere moments fly by with time yet to waste.
Lineup in black gowns, standing hand in hand.
Now the feeling of spring is all too real.
Last weeks and routines to reveal what’s left.
Time for one last attempt at how it feels.
Try to remember, then take a deep breath.
For soon it all will change and turn to new.
For soon the cold will try to break through.
Can I make it through one more day at school?
ReplyDeleteThese halls, these walls, these books, these looks, these clocks
And all I see is blue, my swimming pool
Shall I jump in or lay here by the rocks
I love the flowers blooming all around
Fifty nine days till graduation now
How life just flies as though its not held down
Shall I recall all the times that I frowned
No I shall laugh upon these times and dwell
Only on those who laughed at me, with me too
No life is different, mademoiselle
Shall I dare say I found myself, true blue
Go sleep in peace, it's almost here, my time
Speak up, your life is the beginning rhyme
It seems we always find ways to complain,
ReplyDeleteInstead of looking for things that are nice,
The thoughts we have keep bad news on the brain,
It’s no wonder we feel ‘sad’ will suffice.
The sky always seems gloomy and hazy,
There never are days we spend in the sun,
Days we’re inside, alone cause we’re lazy,
Thinking on problems instead of some fun.
But if we all think of things that are right,
Concentrate on positives, things sublime,
Try to make life better with all our might,
We’ll all stop doing things that waste our time.
Imagine the things we could work to do,
If we begin each day, our life anew.
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteTwo months to go until we graduate.
ReplyDeleteNo time to waste, for I must find a school.
Will I decide or leave it up to fate?
The indecisiveness is oh so cruel.
Unsure, I sit upon the waiting list.
So soon I was denied from my top few.
Now two, I have; how shall I pick betwixt?
One choice, four years to start my life anew.
The last hurrah—enjoy it while we can.
Forget college; I’ll make it on my own.
My friends, my school, my life—a detailed plan;
Soon to be gone, I’ve learned as I have grown.
Alas, I’m done; there’s nothing more to do.
Complete, finished, I’m headed to BU.
How to write a sonnet
ReplyDeleteI am unsure as how to write right now
This poem could be good or bad, who knows?
I guess I’ll let the class (that’s you) say how
You think I’ve made my random rhyming rows
So now it seems it’s time to really start:
A boy who only wanted to have fun
A girl who never felt much with her heart
And they met under summer’s so hot sun
A silly love that no one thought would last
They smiled and laughed but that’s not really love
Well all the others were right ‘case that has passed
So now there’s nothing for me to write of
This sonnet for class cannot possibly be
A masterpiece of Shakespeare’s poetry
Oh rain, oh cloud, be gone, be gone and let
ReplyDeleteThe sun come up today. The sun we seek
Is hiding there behind the cloud beset
With gray. Leaving there a sense of mystique.
Come out, come out oh sun don’t be hiding.
Come oust the cold from all the poor man’s veins,
And lift the rain from their faces. Keeping
The rain from touching all the windowpanes.
This rain and cold bring hate and spite. No fun
For any, the wet and mud bring pain and hurt.
The shoes get stuck causing falls that stun,
Landing in mud stuff that soils the shirt.
Oh sun, come out real bright to help our sight,
We need you now so there will be no fright.
On Monday third of March work stops for thought
ReplyDeleteConcerning who will be the upset pick
For bracket time is here as workers plot
The road these teams might take, who'll do the trick
Avoiding upstarts, bracket busting runs
Is easier said than done, year in, year out
George Mason, Xavier, Zags; each one has done
Enough to put their first round games in doubt
Which 1 seed will be first defunct this year?
The Buckeyes, Jayhawks, Panthers, Devils bear
The burden expectation brings... it's here
Out early... then to curse your name we'll dare
From First to Final Four we watch and see
Our brackets either fail or quite succeed.
Endless hours I spent hacking away
ReplyDeleteMornings and days in the hot heat so sweet
Through the noon and the eve I would so stay
So those who tried would be lucky to beat
Left, right, left, right, it always starts the same
The skill achieved seems to have run long gone
Through more toils and snares day after day
Come fewer balls that end up in the lawn
Into the summer I’m ready to play
Into the fall it begins to drag on
Into the winter inside do I stay
The spring to renew what once was long gone
This monotonous game I have long tried
Will soon become fun, for hard work has died
Here, side by side, the sun begins to rise,
ReplyDeleteAs time passes the dew appears to fade,
Under this tree we hear—we see—no lies,
Seeing the things that hide beneath the shade.
A space to let my pent up mind unfold,
Thinking of ways to show my love for you,
No way to tell what’s new from what is old,
The sun, it sets; my heart, a flame renewed.
As we observe, the world becomes alive,
Mysterious the earth is in the night,
No sight; into this world we take a dive,
Swimming in this ocean of dark delight.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away,
Now back to back, the starry sky—it fades.
Storm
ReplyDeleteWhy must the evening clouds rebuke the sky
To turn against the dark and silenced night
To wedge between the closing eyes in light
And interrupt their dreams, Cassandra’s cry?
Why must the earth now choose to give reply
To clash its swords above, a Titan fight
Infused with booms of Hercules’ delight?
Pity the ones below, above, comply.
But when she wakes the world is fresh and green
The light remains, just as the silence sounds
And in a film of wax it’s clear, pristine.
Again the view is new and from the grounds
A life begins promised in life’s serene
And thus the same detested winds make rounds.
This poem I say will be very corny
ReplyDeleteHe cannot think of anything to write
Ideas flowing like a kids nose runny
Maybe something will hit him by tonight.
The process of writing sonnets is “fun”
He works at it and still nothing will come
Man, he can’t wait till he is done
He is ready to munch yum, yum, yum, yum.
Random thoughts enter and run about wild
“Hope UCONN wins it all" he says aloud
He hums a tune like an innocent child
He is almost done writing he’s proud.
This work is not that corny he decides
HE blogs it so it can no longer hide.
From the bare branches do new blossoms spring
ReplyDeleteFor warm air creeps through the wintry prelude.
Blue skies filled with birds, who joyfully sing,
They rejoice Mother Earth’s giving of food.
When nagging months of bitter cold do end,
The world and its dwellers can all delight.
Upon coats and gloves we do not depend.
Instead, we look to the sun that burns bright.
As I sit and count the time left in class,
My mind can dream of a perfect spring day:
A blanket spread upon the fresh green grass
Dogs play, people lay, worries drift away.
The sweet in between upon which we wait
Can only be described with one word: great!
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteSpringtime in the south is seen in every
ReplyDeleteLawn I pass by, plants pop up in color.
Caught in between the bitter Winter wind,
And the hot and humid Summer dog days.
Rain clouds shower and they bring May flowers.
First rays of sunshine kiss girls with freckles
And they bronze the bodies laying poolside.
Springtime in the south is seen in every
Student taking breaks from school to islands,
They flock to warmer weather for a week,
Stay up late, we can dance the night away.
Springtime in the south is seen in every
Person walking their dog in the morning,
Fresh dew makes their ankles moist and grassy.
Glee is the show that on Tuesdays I watch
ReplyDeleteDinner on trays on a soft comfy couch
Homework is looming but not a whole lot
If Mom will not let me she knows I’ll pout.
Tonight’s episode was new to TV
The drama unfolded with boys and girls
Struggling with things of love and jealousy
Waiting to see relationships unfurl.
My favorite part is the song and dance
How they perform popular tunes and such
Learning and competing for just a chance
To win sectionals, which they want so much.
Each show closes with a message to teens
Hope, kindness, trust, love that’s what it all means.
There was a book that did not see the light
ReplyDeleteIts cover was filled with big heaps of dust
One very brave soul opened it one night
To begin a storm with winds came a gust
A large white beam of light struck the dark sky
The moon was erased and the stars were gone
When the light vanished, all left was a fly
The fly grew slowly, what formed was a swan
The swan kept growing, the beak turned to nose
A moment later those wings turned to arms
The webbed feet parted until it had toes
It seemed that this fly now had human charms
You’ll never know how much a book can change
From something so small, yet so very strange
with charm printed on teeth like gods shoeshine;
ReplyDeletenotions of time drownd in between vices;
lost to conformity, he yells out, "Fine".
he looks to start a war, that fact entices.
in tears to thwart his own tonic demise;
in spite he screams to damn mortality,
under a gazing sky, he will be wise;
a cold desert, echoes eternity.
tall grass flickers in time with cool sea breeze;
a breath of oxygen calms him and me;
and off away there is the watchtower
colored with gold and bronze, he gains his poise
gleaming, hinting at its endless power.
and princes saw the western man approach
riding to move the earth, he snarls and spits
a howl that grins his life into a joke.
The fog is thick and white clouding my sight,
ReplyDeleteI can’t even see an image of trees.
I do believe the sun is big an bright,
But these clouds force me to fight off the freeze.
Today is not a day to bike around
Or climb a top a towering boulder
Although I urge to run outside unbound
My wish must wait until I am older.
Today is a good day to read a book
To stay at home to watch an old movie
To find a scrumptious recipe to cook
Or play music that sounds pretty groovy
Right now I will ponder something to do,
Before the days minutes become too few.
Although the fall seems long ago to me
ReplyDeleteIt was much closer that it truly feels.
Beginning senior year in such a breeze
Now we’re at the end, I’m spinning my wheels.
Pre first grade was just my beginning here
Third grade I found what I wanted to learn.
Sixth grade perhaps was my favorite year
Eighth grade seemed the end made my stomach churn.
But here I did come a new adventure
New friends and classes seemed like a struggle.
As it went along it got much better
I came outside my usual bubble.
Impending change will come again so soon
College, change, leaving, with friends old and new.