poems

[b√αиk]

ummmm? yeah i don't think you did think straight.... i had to read that four times to get it. but it's funny!

i love sleeping in
i love football
and yes i love folk tales
i love my jeans
but what i love
is you
and your smile

[miss. s k i p]

Perfection

Eyes of indigo,
tears of blue,
alight and aglow,
sparkle as does the dew

Skin of delicate ivory,
soft as spider's silk,
straight out of a story,
pale as mother's milk

Voice of angel from above,
lucid and crystal clear,
gentle cooing of the dove,
dismisses abiding fear.

Dear sweet mistress,
gander your reflection,
shyly we confess,
you are utter perfection.

--s k i p--

[b√αиk]

Oh that sounds awesome........


in it for all
always and forever
never to deny
the time of our lives
we'll always remember
that one special time



tehe short.

[miss. s k i p]

2nd Graders Dance

My first 2nd grade dance,
what a chance,
that he would pick me,
I'm filled with glee!

I whirl around,
trying to astound,
fluttering my lashes,
following whichever way he dashes.

Red lipstick slathered
amaturely on my lips,
they are reaching for his mouth,
his hands are on my hips.

I think I surprised him,
with my all-so-sudden kiss,
I decided on a whim,
not a second did I miss.

A slow song begins to play,
He takes me by the hand,
his friends hoot and bray,
but it's something we can stand.

Because I know something his friends don't,
actually it's quite the contrary,
I know he will soon propose,
and we will happily marry.

Turning my attention back to him,
as we dance in the lighting so dim,
I see another girl stop and she gawks,
jealous as to me he babbles and talks.

I watch his facial expression,
I only have one question,
why is he still lingering?
shut up and show me my ring!

--skip

{haha}

[b√αиk]

I like the story to it, though this is my critique. So don't take it harsh. It lost me. It was sort of boring and scrambled.

I don't think I ever posted my Plot poem from Language Arts about a book we read called Trouble Don't Last.

Plot Poem


Across the cornfields I go,
Patrollers in tow.
A hoot is sent out
Answered with duplicate sound.

Across the Jordan we go,
Following our freedom we row.
Our sack is gone,
Bestowed a gray yarn I am.

A widow is lonely,
Her husband haunts,
She flaunts and flaunts.

Till morning we wait,
Setting a date.
In a wagon we go,
To a church we don’t know.

A story is written about us,
Thus I feel significant.
We sleep in fright
For the dead is an annoying light.

We are weary and tired,
But we must continue on.
For some day
We will reach Canaday.

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[miss. s k i p]

Haha, yeah I didn't really plan that previous poem of mine, I just threw down some stuff and it sounded funny to me, haha but it probably was only funny in my mind, so it's fine if nobody else gets it. It was supposed to be about a 2nd grader who thinks she's hot stuff going to her 1st dance and with a boy, and she wears bright lipstick and makeup and thinks she's all that, then goes a little too far and starts to think just cause the boy asked her to go with him means they are deeply in love and are going to get married, and also doesn't quite understand that love takes time. She thinks that they can be married right then in 2nd grade but really thats unrealistic and I believe illegal.

XD I like yours too. Slavery is so good to write about.

Oh yeah, I want to post the one poem I wrote for Social Studies that Mrs. Edgar went beserk about! Supposedly it's one of my better ones. XD I will have to get it from school though. in the meantime...
{wow this turned out long. don't feel obligated to read it. I just thought it was fun to write. very long...I kind of like it though, even though it is so excruciatingly lengthy}


A Circus, An Elephant, A Plan
Slipped out from the tent
the one striped burgandy and gold
after a short & pleading prayer
to the mighty heavenly father
asking him to watch over my soul
and to keep me safe
from needless temptation
Amen.
Keep the plan in mind
I cannot give in to distraction
for it will lead to foil
of the desperate plot.
listen to the footfalls
thud thud,
thud thud,
A moderate pace
in feeble attempt to look normal
as if nothing out of the ordinary
is to take place in only a matter of minutes.
Beads of nervous cold sweat
is popping from my forehead
careening down my temples
my face is flushed
splotchy red puddles.
I am wringing my clammy hands,
twisting my bony fingers,
almost unconcious of my behavior.
Almost.
My back brushes the weather-sealed tent opening,
also a complexion of burgandy and gold,
a lovely and dreary combonation
for a mere second I pause
hesitating to debate my decision
so rash.
so needed.
I step inside the stall,
the door weak and pointless,
but the only one afforable
for a traveling circus
that is barely scraping by.
I've already faced the fact
that these days are rough,
and no one in there right mind
would come to a meager looking circus
to spend their paycheck on overpriced entries
in order to see the world fattest man,
or the worlds only bearded woman.
They have families.
Wives. Kids.
She greets me with a soft blow of breath on my neck,
a gray-brown trunk rested on my shoulder.
It becomes instantly impossible to contain a smile
I step beside her,
running my hand across her shoulder,
it is tough, calloused
and folded in layers of beautiful wrinkles.
But there was also the scars,
some pink and fresh,
some purple in healing.
A painful pang shuddered through my heart,
sending it out to the glorious elephant.
The elephant master.
how I hate him.
With his cruel ways and torturous training.
Lashing her with whips,
and stabbing at her with the elephant stick,
with it's gruesome hook snatching at her.
How could anyone
as small in comparison
feel they had the right
to poke and jab at a marvel so great in size
that is the elephant?
How could anyone
wound such a wonderful being,
and laugh and repeat the process
while she wimpers and screams and shakes
in fear and in pain and in anguish?
Who finds pleasure in that?
It sickens me.
Power-hungry minions of the devil himself.
Reaching outside the stall for a moment,
I snatched the stool
that resided on the dusty floor
of the train car,
and placed it upon the hay.
She flapped an ear,
still content with me being here.
Warmness flooded my chest,
because i realized she trusts me.
Only me.
Grabbing hold of a calloused fold,
and jumping from the stool,
I heaved myself up the tower
that was her body,
and scrambled upon her wide back.
Had I ridden an elephant before?
Never.
That didn't matter.
I had seen her training,
and had derived from the bath of cruelty
enough knowledge to kindly get her to move,
and with a short mutter of polish words,
she was under my command.
Mine.
She was putty in my hands.
She loved me, I knew.
She would do anything to please me.
At the pace of a walk,
lumbering and slow,
we had soon flattened her so called "stall"
and were on our way to freedom.
Her and I, plopped down out of the train car,
and found ourselves trotting easily
though the camp, clearing paths in a matter of seconds.
The two of us were one,
joined at the heart.
We escaped the harsh conditions of the circus.
For good.
And so, a lifelong relationship was established,
and all it took was
a circus, an elephant, and a man with a plan.
Dream the impossible dream.
--skip

[b√αиk]

Is that about Water for Elephants? It sounds cool!

[miss. s k i p]

Well, it's not about Water for Elephants specifically, but I gues that was where my mind was when i wrote it. XD But yeah my inspiration came from that. It started a poem but it started sounding cool and I was bored and got carried away. It happens. XD

One step forward
two steps back
why can't you trust me
is there something i lack?

Fall into my arms,
girl, so lovely and timid
don't be afraid of harm,
for I know my limits.

I will protect you,
with promises I've made,
I must keep true,
my word will never fade.

Finally you bestow your trust,
upon me it is no burden,
but I must restrain my love and lust,
with my forefinger I lift your chin.

I love you, I say,
with a glitter in my eye,
a blush blooming like a rose bouquet,
and you reply wth a smile, slow and wry.

I love you too, you finally say,
and I crush my lips on yours,
you kiss is urgent and blows me away,
a victory to a string of bloodless wars.

--skip

{random...XD}

[b√αиk]

Nice.... I liked the beginning but the end drifted away. Still I liked it.

[miss. s k i p]

I want you.
and no one else.

not a want.
but a need.

I need you.

give in please.

let your guard down.
just this once.

leave your word behind.
forget your promise.

the one you made.
to my mother.
and to my father.

leave it in the dust.
bury it deep.

Because I want you.
I need you.

I love you.

--skip

[b√αиk]

awwwww..... that's sweet! I love it

[miss. s k i p]

Life As We Knew It
Thick clotted air,
ashen sky,
moon too big,
I want to cry.

People lie dead,
all around me,
nothing left,
of our humanity.

Houses ransacked,
stores looted dry,
any reasons to live?
I don't see why I try.

I'm losing my will,
all of us are,
the well has run empty,
but we've gotten so far.

I come to the truth,
so let it be told,
were dying in increments,
the young and the old.

--skip

{based off of the book Life As We Knew It)

[b√αиk]

Tainted Heart

born into a hopeful world
life is great when your young
the world turns cold and selfish
turning it's back on you

i'm tricked, i'm fooled
i'm pushed, i'm pulled
a dog on a leash
nothing but a whining whimper

i must keep up
this fast pace leaves me behind
i'm falling back
can't keep track

to fight back
is something i lack
ensure myself with others
to help me

i'm not alone in this fight
i can almost see the light
it's a beautiful sight
now i must take flight

- - blank - -

[miss. s k i p]

ooh cool blankeh i likeh. ^^

[b√αиk]

Thankies! I likiez yours to! I love the ending to mine the most. It was based around a book but I forget it now.... DARN. Pooey! Oh well. =]