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Student Poetry - Varied
By Lizzie Spotts
Published: Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:21:00 -0400
City by Rebekah Curry
The raw brute beauty of the teeming street, The garish light, harsh sirens, swelling crowd; Great mother of the toughened and the loud, Unstable, vibrant, full of brash conceit, Rough energy, disdain for the effete. She breeds such strength, remaining ever proud; Her children stand still fearless and unbowed, Her mighty heart has never ceased to beat. But I am not her daughter nor her son; For those not sprung of her she has but scorn. Her children mock my weaker race. I long To flee to my own mother; I was born Of her, by her was nourished, but am torn Away from home, ill-treated by the strong. Clock by Meredith King
Listen, do you hear the clock? Sound of a moment It's soon gone Left you Time Precious Hour glass sand Fades to the deep depths The sun moves, the earth spins, moves on
Moments Gone by Meredith King
Listen do you hear the clock? Time slides by and seems to mock Sounding like a quiet knock You sit and watch as life goes by Thinking of all you missed, you sigh The world will not stop spinning when you die The clock in the hall clangs and rings Haunted and riveted by many things Feel the seasons time brings The earth spins on and on You know your life will soon be gone
The end is coming to your life song
What Have I Learned In School This Year? By: Rachel Elaine Morton
What have I learned in school this past year, What sets it apart from the last? This I crammed by brain full of knowledge, Ignorance is but a thing of the past. I learned how to speak a language quite different, Something Ive not done before; After learning the tenses, the vocab, and spelling, French is no longer a chore. Dealing with computers, I must confess, Always had me confused; But now I can work with both Excel and Word, And Power Point keeps me amused. Our government baffles me, it always has, But now I have learned to respect; The design of my country, the law of this land, The way that my life it affects. As a child history bored me, I did not know why, I was forced to study the past; But now that I see its connection to Scriptures, Ive taken an interest at last. Ive always loved reading, but when I was young, Such brain exercises scared me; But now I will read both Dickens and Shakespeare, Ill rise to the challenge with glee. Formal arguing is scary, and even more so, Is learning to analyze things; But Ive learned to debate without fear of failing, Enjoying the thrill that it brings. I used to love math, but then high school came, And burnt out my drive for the class; But now I see formulas and shapes all around me, Ive rekindled my love at last. Business was new, but I now understand, How things such as insurance go; Now that I write checks and can track different stocks, Perhaps my investments will grow? My dad is a doctor, so Ive always enjoyed, Learning about how God made me; From my muscles and bones, to my organs and nerves, And how I can keep myself healthy. Writings my favorite, but I did not know, Just how long a paper could reach; Many pages and months (but no be verbs) later, My limit I learned how to breech. Yes, I took ten classes, and now I am tired, Of studying for tests big and small; I have learned so much, I have come so far, But wait
no
thats not all
I learned how to smile, and I learned how to laugh, I learned that school can be fun; Sometimes it is hard, and it drives me insane, But look what I get when Im done! I made lots of memories, and made lots of friends, Together we all had a ball; Killing Geometry Dude, debating philosophy, Through history we all heard Gods call. Trying to pronounce the new words that we learned, Hitting computers that hate us; Making money through stocks, then dissecting pigs, Writing papers without any fluff. Learning words like Oklay, and even Cool Beans, We also learned how to negate; Counting how many times a teacher would yawn, And you know we were NEVER late
not! See, learning was fun, and Im so glad that I, Have learned so much from you; I laughed and I cried, stepped out of my bubble, And now this year is through. :-( Thank you so much for the help that you gave me, For teaching me so many things; The things that youve taught me will not be forgotten, I now cherish the joy learning brings!
Soon We'll Be Home Taylor Strube
While others take the shortest path, our stumbling feet lead down a winding way, to send us far from home and hearth. We wait awhile to bid farewell the day.
Our packs are heavy. Our feet are bruised and tired. Our eyes glance back with longing and regret, and with a sigh, our hearts of fool's gold lead us on and on. When it whispers us away, what can we do but follow after it to overrun the hilltops and dance across the plains?
Now the gleaming sunlight gold is gone, as is this dying day.
Soon we'll be home to walk and roam the fields, but now, we must away.
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