tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post4505934088063030878..comments2024-02-10T04:59:03.138-05:00Comments on Mrs. Baker's English Classes: Inspired by Emily Dickinson...Post your poems here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16639907284018599784noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-57197472070470830642015-05-14T08:52:46.623-04:002015-05-14T08:52:46.623-04:00Morning! Like an empty Window
No breeze today-
Ody...Morning! Like an empty Window<br />No breeze today-<br />Odysseus would not make it home this<br />Morning- the dawns that undo me<br />The here is now, and morning- wake up!<br />But a dream, like Calypso on her island<br />Could- keep me here, but the Wind<br />Lifts papers on the desk!<br />He is coming home after all<br /><br />Period 5Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-28696495976754353522015-05-13T21:47:50.850-04:002015-05-13T21:47:50.850-04:00"Love" is the thing that's sweet-
Th..."Love" is the thing that's sweet-<br />That follows us all-<br />and which we carry in our heart-beat-<br />as we feel it's faint call-<br /><br />A rhyme that never misses-<br />I've heard it in the chillest land-<br />but I felt other emotions of the abyss-<br />Stronger, diluting, and reducing the hand-<br />which is love<br /><br />We find comfort in things that are strange-<br />Rejecting the constancy-the love that is light'<br />Seeking for a change <br />Will we do what is right?-<br /><br />Period 1Isabel Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13979451387550279356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-38903939794187778172015-05-12T22:25:02.589-04:002015-05-12T22:25:02.589-04:00Seeing the faint, faded picture-
Of the street out...Seeing the faint, faded picture-<br />Of the street outside my house-<br />Where the summer full trees casting shadows on the hot pavement<br />radiating heat-<br />and the tossing warm waters with tiny, salty colorful sails-<br />And the lukewarm breeze strolled through my hair <br />I don't feel it-<br /><br />The scorching pavement on my sand dusted feet-<br />The cat lounging lazily in the shade across the street-<br />The loving shouts coming from the beach-<br />I don't feel that warm sun now-<br /><br />As winter rages outside, angry ice biting at my window-<br />Cold and uncomfortable- drawing heat from no faded photo<br />I only took it to capture that day<br />Bottle it- Relive it- Open the picture and know again-<br />I tried to hold a feeling in my hands<br /><br />But now, it is just a picture of a streetAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16254271513239021485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-84938070055721015722015-05-12T14:10:36.506-04:002015-05-12T14:10:36.506-04:00I don’t know this stop.
Th...I don’t know this stop.<br /> This transition—this unblinking blankness<br />Of repeating a single word in your mind without<br />Ever digesting it.<br /> Because you’re full of everything – steam-<br />And no place to go.<br />You were jittery just before this stop.<br /> But not now.<br />Now you’re like clay<br />You have to move more slowly<br /> Or you will break.<br />Pliable between wettings only, which is exhausting<br />And you know just as soon as you’re fired<br /> You’ll be impenetrable<br />Or shatter.<br /> Just get it over with.<br />Isn’t satisfied yet.<br />Pinching away<br /> You don’t know if you will be beautiful<br /> Or salvageable<br />Amanda D. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-69216909520116110532015-05-12T08:07:49.109-04:002015-05-12T08:07:49.109-04:00"Love" is the thing with arms-
That wrap..."Love" is the thing with arms-<br />That wraps them oh so tightly-<br />And nurtures those within-<br />The most aspired thing-<br /><br />And the sweetest-<br />And the most romantic-<br />That outweighs the rest-<br />That all aim to reach-<br /><br />I've seen it once before-<br />In a small city across the bay-<br />I aspire to feel the same-<br />Just as those people did that day-<br /><br />Sam Coleman Period 1Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-6578283537488997232015-05-11T20:13:53.167-04:002015-05-11T20:13:53.167-04:00"Grace" is the thing with fins
"Gr..."Grace" is the thing with fins<br /><br />"Grace" is the thing with fins-<br />That glides across the water-<br />And dances between the waves-<br />The most elegant thing- I thought of-<br /><br />And the calmest-<br />And the fastest-<br />That out-swims all the others-<br />That could never come in last-<br /><br />Even in the roughest seas-<br />And in the choppy waves-<br />The swirling and twirling-<br />Grace greater than a dove's.<br /><br />Katey Yale<br />Period 5<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-5184140761976918852015-05-11T18:54:16.463-04:002015-05-11T18:54:16.463-04:00We all stand by a lake
the lake of our hearts - on...We all stand by a lake<br />the lake of our hearts - one could call it.<br />We stand by our hearts through storm and heat - through snow and rain. We weigh down our hearts with stones thrown onto our surfaces, hiding our reflections - our thoughts.<br />We stand and wait - wait for the calm to return to the surface<br />to hide all signs of the broken past<br />conceal the weariness of carrying all the weight.<br />Though sometimes, the heaviest thing to carry<br />is not the stones - coupled with our weariness and fatigue,<br />but the lake itself.<br />Shannon Hallroan (P5)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-56763859216593788822015-05-11T16:02:31.670-04:002015-05-11T16:02:31.670-04:00Silence in a crowded room
Where no one is heard,
...Silence in a crowded room<br /><br />Where no one is heard,<br />But everyone is present<br /><br />Is there a need for talking?<br />Perhaps the best course of action is no action<br />Shut lips, closed eyes<br /><br />A shadow in the room<br />Just as if no one was there<br /><br /><br />Tom S P1<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-84092962812790339322015-05-11T11:08:14.208-04:002015-05-11T11:08:14.208-04:00School- not liked by many teens-
Stress, nerves, p...School- not liked by many teens-<br />Stress, nerves, pressure, and work-<br />All things that it consists of.<br />Some will get the hang of it- others not so much-<br />Those who do it best- usually go the furthest.<br />So get the hang of it- for your life is in those hands.<br /><br />Paigepaige mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-71885321314621233412015-05-11T11:07:28.529-04:002015-05-11T11:07:28.529-04:00Everything dies- as night falls
the darkness- an ...Everything dies- as night falls <br />the darkness- an overwhelming blanket <br />over ones eye<br />then does everything live- as day rises <br />as the blanket is torn from ones eyes <br />as the light shines <br />as the eye becomes- blind<br />when is the eye not blind- not blocked<br />by the light <br />-Owen Boyle Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-15382564999323945412015-05-11T11:03:04.618-04:002015-05-11T11:03:04.618-04:00I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody- too?...I'm nobody! Who are you?<br />Are you- Nobody- too?<br /><br />How dreary it is- to be- Somebody<br />How public- how oppressive- <br />An imperial affliction<br />That perches in the soul<br /><br />What portion of me be <br />blue- uncertain- stumbling buzz<br />between the heaves of storm<br />the stillness in the room<br /><br />Beneath the feathers-<br />the sweetest Gale is heard<br />the chillest in the land-<br />the strangest in the sea<br /><br />When it goes, 'tis like the distance<br />a certain slant of light-<br />but no internal difference<br /><br />Raissi B <br />period 5Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-43338846474577411832015-05-11T10:58:26.879-04:002015-05-11T10:58:26.879-04:00Life is made up of moments,
some infinite, and som...Life is made up of moments,<br />some infinite, and some so short.<br />As we grow old, we lose a few,<br />and some begin to distort.<br />Others hold to our brains,<br />like the moon holds to the earth <br />We remember the moment our lives start to turn,<br />but rarely, remember our birth.<br />Often, they teach us a lesson,<br />Shape who we will become.<br />I fear the day I loose my mind,<br />as my memories, will start to run.<br />-Rome Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-77130853634799349682015-05-11T10:53:57.243-04:002015-05-11T10:53:57.243-04:00^^^^^^^^^^Cleo Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-77981267051306696382015-05-11T10:52:30.801-04:002015-05-11T10:52:30.801-04:00we talk a lot-about nothing?
Is it an abstract con...we talk a lot-about nothing?<br />Is it an abstract concept-<br />it's not tangible-<br />how can anything be nothing?<br /><br />Nothing-nothing-nothing<br />something-everything-nothing<br />"what to do today?'-"something"<br />"what happened today?'-"nothing"<br />"what do we want?"-"everything."<br /><br />the nothing is what consumes<br />the nothing prevails-<br />and yet we are content<br />with the everpresent lack<br />of something substantial.<br /><br />routine-normality-obedience<br />fed to us since day one<br />what happens when we stray?<br />do we know?<br />can we know?<br /><br />same old, same old.<br />i ate a sandwich today<br />i went to sleep last night<br />i saw the same faces- as before<br /><br />the flowers bloom-and<br />the flowers die<br />i see your face<br />and all at once<br /><br />that nothing, it becomes<br />something and the something-<br />well-that something just becomes-<br />Everything.<br /><br />By Cleo Kyriakides, P5Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-31836075208014532932015-05-11T08:52:08.063-04:002015-05-11T08:52:08.063-04:00Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson's "A Boo...Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson's "A Book" <br /><br />There is no distraction like a friend<br />To eliminate our fears<br />Or take us somewhere new, <br />And, who tries to stop the tears.<br />To jump into a new experience <br />Subtract our problems <br />Forget the world <br />And stops all the bad that comes. <br /><br />Alyssa SAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-9798106934314570792015-05-11T08:11:57.670-04:002015-05-11T08:11:57.670-04:00Who Am I
Who Am I
I perceive but I do not experie...Who Am I<br /><br />Who Am I<br />I perceive but I do not experience <br />I recall but I do not think <br />I respire but I do not breathe<br />I exist but I do not live<br />So I ask again.<br />Who am I?<br /><br />I am nothing<br />Just the darkness<br />Always there but never present<br /><br />If you judge by appearance<br />I will most likely not be a friend<br />It would not be a first<br />Not making friends isn't my worst....Seraphin T Period 1noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-87502422286671701852015-05-11T07:56:34.421-04:002015-05-11T07:56:34.421-04:00The world may go blind
its eyes-lost to the univer...The world may go blind<br />its eyes-lost to the universe<br />with every breath lost to the void-<br /><br />but-I will still see-<br />I will still see through the smoke<br />-of a world blind<br /><br />or maybe-i'll go blind too<br />losing my eyes like the world will-<br />dissolving into the black<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03673395974219414063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-91688368792779338052015-05-11T07:35:52.037-04:002015-05-11T07:35:52.037-04:00I saw a bird,
fly into the air-
It flew away,
I kn...I saw a bird,<br />fly into the air-<br />It flew away,<br />I knew not where-<br /><br />But now I wait,<br />for my bird to come back-<br />So I watch the sky-<br /><br />And when it comes back,<br />I will be here for it-<br />Me and my bird-<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10473917880641666226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-43106960215636552302015-05-11T07:33:41.308-04:002015-05-11T07:33:41.308-04:00*retweet*retweetAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03673395974219414063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-83401410374409177092015-05-11T07:33:16.813-04:002015-05-11T07:33:16.813-04:00Why Are We Here
Why are we here
That is the ques...Why Are We Here<br /><br /><br />Why are we here<br />That is the question<br />When….How do we go<br />Could be another <br /><br /><br />One will be answered<br />in time...sometime<br />The other we hope<br />...But probably not<br />Tyler RubinoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-85867740860425353572015-05-11T00:09:39.152-04:002015-05-11T00:09:39.152-04:00In the last blink of an eye,
the world around me s...In the last blink of an eye,<br />the world around me spins<br />like a -ballerina- on stage<br /><br />It gets blurry -<br />yet all crystal clear.<br />As her eyes weakened<br />the voices became louder.<br /><br />As the audience applaud faded,<br />the buzz became stronger-<br />She was blinded <br />but still saw a small creature. <br /><br />An existence in nature-<br />without a purpose.<br />She twirled and twirled <br />until the buzz was no more. <br />- Shradha P1Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-986502581839192942015-05-10T23:46:15.834-04:002015-05-10T23:46:15.834-04:00I hope everyone is entertained by how awful this p...I hope everyone is entertained by how awful this poem is. Please enjoy this poem that I call "Flowers"<br /><br />Why do flowers mean so much<br />to a significant other<br />flowers- will die<br />but doesn't love last forever<br /><br />They blossom - and grow<br />like love alone<br />but the petals - they warp<br />and death is inevitable<br /><br />Perennials - they come back<br />eventually<br />proving that love<br />exists temporarily<br /><br />we assume - that flowers symbolize life<br />but what we fail to recognize<br />that in the end<br />our flowers- and our love - will die<br /><br />Erika M. Period 5<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-67569174535896806062015-05-10T20:51:47.686-04:002015-05-10T20:51:47.686-04:00I heard my girlfriend - Then I Died
I heard my gir...I heard my girlfriend - Then I Died<br />I heard my girl - then I died -<br />The cringe on my face<br />is something you couldn’t buy -<br />Even if you went to space -<br /><br />The girl I’m around - had killed me so -<br />Why is she in my room<br />She wanted to kill me slow -<br />She thought I was going to be her groom -<br /><br />I laughed - But signed my life away<br />At least what portion of me be left<br /><br />Jake JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-39868217946978447972015-05-10T20:47:11.317-04:002015-05-10T20:47:11.317-04:00Some what based off "I'm Nobody! Who Are ...Some what based off "I'm Nobody! Who Are You?"<br />I am everyone! You are also me<br />We are one in the same - part of me is part of you<br />We make a parallel running the same ways<br /><br />How dreary it is to be you - only part of me<br />Only one dimension - but I am three<br />Your name so silent, mine so obnoxious<br />I admire you, you're part of me <br />Abby A <br />Period 5 <br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33822704.post-34443970773605715492015-05-10T20:33:34.458-04:002015-05-10T20:33:34.458-04:00Horizon
Where water and sky meet,
That is where ...Horizon<br /><br />Where water and sky meet, <br />That is where I desire to be.<br />A simple medium between two blues,<br />I will be able to find tranquility. <br /><br />The busy landscape finds a line<br />That nothing- I mean nothing- can disturb.<br />Not a change in weather, time, or place<br />Can cause this to perturb. <br /><br />One can find this line of peace<br />If only they choose to see,<br />The greatness of confusion,<br />Or what is meant to be. <br /><br />-Jillian M. Period 1<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com