Giant bird up in the sky?Colorful wings make it fly?Red, blue, and green UFO?Cascading down from high to low?Hot air balloon drifting through air?Passengers feeling the scare?Walking closer to the scene,Reveals something I had not seen,A boat below creating a wake,Parachute along for the take,People laughing from above,Peacefully flying like a dove,Bare feet dangling, arms out wide,Experiencing a thrill one cannot hide,At the moment, I could not wait,I marched down to pursue the great,Signed my name on the line, Paid my money...I was on cloud nine,The next one in the air was I,Parasailing-a sight from the sky,In my gear and ready to go,I ascended above the ocean below,Nothing like I first expected,All strapped in, I felt protected,Silent and serene,Hovering above a carpet of bluish green,Warm sea air against my face,Moving at a relaxing pace,A bird's eye view of the coast,With a 360 degree angle to boast,Not a voice or sound I hear,Just picturesque sights to peer,Before I know the descent begins,Left with only memories and grins.
Promise not to spill the beans,And never say a word,I’ll tell you straight and by all means,I’ll never be absurd.There is a secret I must leakYou mustn’t think me lameFor if I tell and others speakI’ve only you to blame.So here’s the fact that I must share:I think I’ve caught the feverIt’s Justin Bieber, and his hairHe’s made me a believer.It’s how he walksIt’s how he talksA voice that won’t compareHis teeth so whiteWith eyes so brightAnd have I mentioned his hair?I can’t contain that which I feelI love him, it’s insaneBut if you share and do revealI’ll make you taste my pain.
To Buy a PuppyWhat a cute little face And that little wagging paceWith those little puppy eyes And his coat the color of the sunriseHe won’t biteNor will he fightJust nibble on your fingersDon’t be like the WringerBuy him now and savor the joyOf playing with the little thing and his toyLook at how he looks at youWith the eyes of blueWanting to leave the pin that he is inTake him home today and make him plump from thin
His nose pressed against screen, his eyes fixed on the arrowThat little tiny mouse, that hardly moved a pixel so narrowToday was not the day, any other would be fineWith a presentation due, he might as well resignHe spoke words sweet as sac trine, dripping with honeyGiving encouragement, telling jokes that weren’t even funnyHe praised it when it moved, and frowned when it frozeAnd when the screen turned black altogether, a fire started in his toesLanguage started to spew, like a fountain of hateHe cursed and screamed till he realized he was lateJerking the screen a few more times, before breaking downHe cried “ Why God, Why Me?” and hit his head with a poundThen it lit up, perked up at the pleaHe then realized, this just might work for mePushing it along, coaxing it to the finish, following a step at a timeHe told it, if this happened he would restore it to a primeThen with a ping and a flash, the task was completeHe rejoiced, kissed the frame, but accidently pressed deleteSitting back down, staring in despair once moreHe felt like technologies prisoner of war
I swear I took the time to write itJust along the way my brother took a hitWe raced him to the Emergency room And there I sat filled with gloomI won’t be able to finish my reportThe second my brother got hit with that ball I yelled Abort Abort!!I promise I will turn it in tomorrow For I have completed half of it or some is borrowed However my dog might get sick tonightFor he is so old it is a frightMy paper will be done I swearUnless, however I don’t come preparedThen I will make up some excuse About how my dog got cut and oh how the blood did ooze Tomorrow is here and it still is not doneMy dog got bit yesterday and oh how did the blood runWe took him to the vet And though he is a petThey would not accept himFor his fate was far too grim My paper is partially completed Oh how I wish you could read it The way the words flowThey are so well written it seems to glowI am so sorry for the delayIt will be finished in another dayUnless something else were to occurIn that case I will get help from a counselor
My ReleaseJumpingI freefall Down towards earthI look around meLike a bird soaring highReality comes to meFind the cordBrace myself PullWalking HomeWalkingHome againNeed to hurryWait, what is thatI see a falling personPanicking I run aroundI see a chuteRelief comesWalking
Greasy GreeceI arrived at the airport one dayAnd the lady at the desk had to say,“Your flight, we need to cancelBecause a dumb man named HanselWent and kidnapped the pilot today”I yelled with annoyanceAnd of course some flamboyance,“Well I will book a tripTo the lovely continent Eurip*And leave all of this abhorrence!”The lady was a proAnd asked where I would goI said, “Why, to the warm country greaseTo visit my long lost nieceHer name is Alexa, you know.”Her response, with a grinPut my mind on a spin“I believe you mean Greece,With all the secret police?”Which made me feel tons of chagrinI had mixed up GreeceWith the fattening greaseAnd caused many people to hootOne even threw a passion fruitTheir laughter will never cease*artistic license
One day late would be the bestThat way I can finish the restDue dates just hold my learning backFor working fast I just don’t have a knackSo many assignments in school I have failedAll because the due date the project entailedMany teachers say that my best work is turned in lateIf only I could work well at a faster rateNow I have a B plus with one more week to goWhen I get an A in a class, from my parents I get some doughThere is a brand new hockey stick I want to buyBut when I saw the price I let out a big sighMy only chance to buy this stick is with an ABut this poem just won’t get me there right now I dare sayThis poems success will bring me a stick in the color orangeI can’t find anything that rhymes with orange!If I figure out what rhymes with orange, this poem can be quite goodAnd with one more night of finding that rhyme it shouldSo let me turn this poem in late, you’ll seeQuite the epic poem this will turn out to be
Grandma,Seriously,Can we go yet?My cheeks hurt!The pool is just right there,Do you really need more pictures?It’s been an eternity!My feet are hot,Oh please just let us go!I’ve been so good,All I want to do is jump in!Oh grandma please,Really?Finally!Yes!Oh these children,So little,They want to go,And just go, go, go,All the time,They grow so fast,Do so much,Do they realize one day this will be gone?Surely not,I just hope they hold tight to their innocence,And never grow up,Despite how hard they tryGrandma,Please tell me about the days when I was young,When I had not one worry,Just ran,And played,And laughed,And danced,Oh grandma life has grown so hard,Why did I have to grow up?
It is not healthy dear friend I am not trying to offend But you must let it goFight that status quoHis hair might looked tousled by the windHis eyes may make you go into a tail spinBut he is just a fadI know that it makes you madThere are other things to do with your timeThen crush on this celebrity that is indeed fineYou could volunteerOr be a good peerPlease I am on hands and kneesI am honestly begging you pleaseCan you give up this obsession?That shouldn’t have to be a questionIt is time, dear friend, to cool this feverThis fever, caused by the one and only Justin Bieber
I have a deep dark secretI don’t want you to know,I was in love with Arthur,From that TV show,I loved that daring aardvark,His big brown glasses and all,Even his dog pal,Inhabits a picture on my wall,That sexy yellow shirt,Red hot shoes as well,Just the thought,Made my heart swell,Though I thought he was the one,Alas we could never marry,That beautiful aardvark,was way too hairy.
Hours and hours of riding in the car,Moving to a place I’ve been to beforeFrom Tennessee we are very far,I groan, but we still have a lot moreTennessee to Colorado is a big change,But really, I have been back and forthSo for me it’s not very strangeBut still, it’s far from the northI am 10 years old at the time,It is halfway through 4th grade,When I ride in the car it feels like a crimeWith me, the prisoner, betrayedBut now, in High School,That ride has been outshoneIt doesn’t seem very cruelBut that is because I’ve grownNew friends are madeOld ones are lostAnd Tennessee begins to fadeWith recent memories embossedI never think of going backAnd my entire family has shown That we never will have to repack,And from that groan I truly have grown
White like icing it coats the grassSparkling in the sunlight light like a diamondI run outside on this winter dayFlop down on the snow covered groundI make an angel with wings so wideThe snow falls gently on top of meIt drifts in to my open mouthOn this snowy winter day--------------------------------A little nose pressed against the windowThe door flies open, she runs straight outNo coat no hat just a smileMaking an angel with joy in her eyesThe snow falling into her open pink mouthClinging to her eyelashesShe looks so young so carefreeMaking snow angels on this snowy winter day
Mom, Dad, I'm going out on a wing.For my next birthday, I'll ask for one thing.I know what your thinking, and it isn't a car.Nor a puppy, a drumset, or a guitar.It's frankly much better, but not quite as cheap,The price isn't too bad, but still fairly steep.With this you can go places, both near and far,Much further than you could go with a generic car.And when it comes to cars, this can do more,It can lift off the ground, in fact it can SOAR!Trust me-it's great. I hope you consider,When you hear the price, just please don't turn bitter.You'll think that I've surely exceeded mundane,When I tell you I'm asking for an AIRPLANE!
Once again I’m being scoldedTo tell you the truth, this is what you’ve moldedIt’s not my fault I didn’t get home on timeThis opportunity that approached was just so primeComing home an hour late is no big dealBlah blah blah, why don’t you pay attention to how I feel?I’m a social creatureAnd most people find it an attractive featureI'll help more around the houseI'll even shut up so I'm quiet as a mousePlease mom and dad, I can't deal with this early curfew I don't mean to sound like a brat, but it makes me feel blueI can stay out longer, you say?Oh mother, I love you in everyway!
Baize-green feltBays-one or more enclosed arms of the oceanA poor girl twirls,In her cloak of baizeShe delights the people on the streetsPassersby are amazed.Two arms of the shoreHug the fat bays,A smooth and happy dance,The waves display.Spin, spin, spinThe child loses care,Crash, crash, crashThe waves kiss her hairShe floats out to sea,No worriesNo regretsBaize coat drifting through the bays,Two motions become one.
I have a secret that no one knows,When music starts my body flows.I want to be an interpretive dancer,To the tune of “Beat It” I will answer.As I step on stage with a plan in mind,The rhythm begins and I start to grind.I’m walking on air I’m Michael Jackson,I’m waving my glove that’s glittery flaxen.As I moonwalk across the stage,The crowd erupts into a rampage.A vibration reverberates around my face,I awake to my brother blasting his bass.
A day to remember, that's for sure.A Friday night, and for the first timeI could have a sleepover.But first, I had to get my motherTo give me the permission to go.And she said no.I yelled, I screamedI was furious at this unjustRuling. Such a cruel, cruel worldTo get my voice heard, to shout outAll the reasons why it was fairOnly to fall on deaf ears.For days on end I felt so badNot allowed to say anything aloudOr to go anywhere.Time passes, and things changeThe freedom to speak is here to stay
Why hello there, those are nice eyes.I'm George Washington, would I ever tell lies?If I could rearrange the alphabetAnd put U right there and I right next to it.Is heaven your hometown, cause I see your great wingsI bet you've got loads of other amazing things.You aren't interested? That's not my goalIn fact I find you attractive as a pole.In fact, this isn't where it ends.My goodness you lady, I just want to be friends.
Now gone was my hairMy scalp felt so bareTo the front of Great Clips I walkedWhile my mom talked and talkedAbout how to pay the cashier NickIt was then I saw the ChapstickMy lips felt so dry!I thought I was going to cryI really needed that ChapstickJust to put some on my lips real quickI figured they were freeSo I picked one up with glee!My lips felt so much betterBut I had no idea that I was a debtorI thought the Chapstick was freeBut they really cost dollars three!I had no money with meI spent it all on my teaWhat was I to do?I couldn’t return my brewMy mom couldn’t know I stoleAll I would get next Christmas is coalSo I walked out of the storeI went straight through the doorThat I broke the law, I tried to forgetI didn’t even tell my petBut even now I remember it clearlyThat I shoplifted most severely!
Steal away with me in the twilightUnder a setting sun and a moonlit nightTo a place so magical and pureThe bright lights, just part of its allureWhere children scream with delightAnd rides will allow us people to take flightPlease oh please with a cherry on topTake me to this place; I’ll meet you at the bus stopThe lights shimmer off the calm water belowAnd young girls walk hand in hand with their fellowThe wood below our feet will creak As we raise our voices to hear ourselves speakWe will have so much fun I promise you my dearIf only if only you’ll come with me to the pierThe sand to our left provides a nice place to sitAnd as I play with the grains, through my fingers they siftPeople packed stores line the walkAnd in the distance a ship pulls in to dockThe scent of treats wafts through the airThe temptation will be too much to bearSo with ice cream in hand we will leave this placeAnd if you saw me afterwards, there would be a smile one my faceI beg of you to come with me hereTo the boardwalk is where I want to go my dear
Secluded away, the sound of a guitar sounds outThe precision of a snare The intensity of a trumpetDistinct notes are heard, harmonic chordsWith the absolution of an ominous pitchAnd the strength of a cord, thin but strongIntelligent rhythms match the tempoLeaving no error-room, only a melody so soundThe very essence of music, raw and coredThe direct center and eloquence of noiseWhether only a chord, a meaning so placidA cord can always exist, bringing great strengthWith its existence so small, one will concedeIs it center of all that it can be?
Stomach grumbling more than somewhatThis is quite the rutHey man, I’d really like some of that burritoThis craving is gonna take more than a simple cheetoWith you, I’d probably shareOh…you don’t care?Care if I starve to death?Care if I’m on my last breath?I have a test that’s next hour; I will surely failFor my body will be too frailThen my mom will yell at meMy ribs jut out, you see?I’ll treasure you till the end (of the burrito, that is…)C’mon, I’ll be your best friendMy hair is falling out as we speakThis new friendship is looking pretty bleak…I can have the rest?Thanks man, you’re the best
Holding HandsAs we stare into each otherI know he is the oneHe is the answer to all my questionsHe made me grow as a personIn the darkest of times we both stood thereTogether…When everyone said noWe both knew the answer is yesWe can make it Even though we bath dream bigOur dreams collide togetherAnd when things go bad He grabs my hand and we stare into each otherThat was all ten years ago and I miss herI long for the smell of her coconut hairFor her sweet smell and soft skinHow could she have broken such an innocent heart?What did it ever do to her besides love?She dreamed so big she got lost in herself How I don’t even know that personShe sends happy Christmas cards Because I want to see how happy see isBut I know its all pretendIt was always just pretendNow I’m not playing gamesI rip this up and throw it in the flames
How can it beThat a word that bothers meIs also a name That means nothing the same?How can it beThat a bug that makes kids fleeIs also someone very dearKind, loving, fun and sincere?How can it beThat a grotesque bansheeIs also associated withOne who bakes pies full of Granny Smiths?How can it beSomething that eats debrisIs sometimes comparedTo a woman who always cared?How can it beA gal from the same family treeResembles another wordWhich is much less preferred?How can it beThat a creepy crawly antSounds the sameAs a nice, lovable aunt?
There is something I tell no oneA secret I keep insideI lock it away and hide itWith no one will I confideIt originated from my pastAnd there it will always stayIf I ever went back to itHistory would replayBut now I want to tell my secretI will come clean and trueThe secret I hold dearIs that to manners I said adieu Many old memories of tantrumsMaking mud pies in the dirtMy easel was the wallParents were always on alertI used to behave so poorlyUntil one day I had foundThat being bad is not goodThis thought was quite profoundNow I listen to my teachersI do what I am toldFor if I have an evil thoughtEveryone I know will scold Sorry it was late- I didn't see this on the homework because I came in late!
THE DARKLooking back I was afraid of the dark, I always felt that a person was watching.The only thing that broke my spell was light. While in the dark I lose my sightThis person there would touch my handOr maybe just a hard push like a brandMan or woman I didn’t care untilthey creepily stoke my hairThis is crazy I know what you thinkThis is my secret at least I don’t stink
I want to go home, where the sun always shinesAnd the shore sweeps the beach, leaving dark wavy linesThe trees frame the sky, so blue and so clearWhile people then far far away are so near--home.I find no scenery able to compareTo that of my home, with it's refreshing airPlus the children that run, and play, and shoutTheir minds full of bliss as they frolic about--home.A road trip has nothing to offer to meNo tides, no waves, no smiles, no gleeA crumb laden, cramped, dirty, chilly carIs beaten by a towel laid on sand by far--home.Just give me the flowers, fresh, blooming and aliveWith the warm environment in which they do thriveThe birds announce the dawn of a whole new dayWith a spring in my step, I go my own way--home.I long for the salt breeze, the caress of the waterSo please, take pity on your poor youngest daughter.Because there's no place I would ever rather bethan watching the sunset, on the beach, by the sea--I am home.
I have a secret I must confess,Though I must protest,It carries no shame,I once took high aim at a chance of fame.On the buzzer the gate swung open,As if I were chosen,The bull stormed and snorted,However its attempts I thwarted.With a tight grip,I would never slip.Trophies I won,Littered my room, there were a ton.Alas the rodeo I departed,My dreams and reality parted,Pride in my past and with my head held high,“I was a rodeo star…” I would sigh.
The clouds were starting to roll inThe wind blew, picking up everything in its pathIt made me feel blueAnd if you were here to see how hard it blew Maybe you would be blue tooThe rain started and the sky turned blackIt made everything seem sad and darkEverything feels better when the sky is blueThe birds are out and the sun is shining, but that is not how it is todayThe wind blew harder and thunder crashedLocked up at home with family and hot cocoMaybe the darkness is not so badI looked out the winder and realized the rain was beautifulSteam rose off the streets, everything was so peacefulThe smell was overwhelming and brought back fond memories of childhoodAs I watched the rain come down, and as the wind blew the leaves,I saw a rainbow, and suddenly I didn’t feel so blue
A day trip with mom,My hand in her palm.A warm sunny day,Perfect in every way.The sun in my face,Wearing a hat just in case.A gentle warm breeze,Warm enough to wear capris.A walk through the leaves,A feat to achieve.The smell of sweet fruit,All the way up from the root.A soft, ripe, red berry,In my basket I carry.The sweet, juicy strawberries,Make me think of dancing fairies.An hour of fun,But I want to be done!*************Bright summer day,Perfect for frolic and play.Hot pink dotted hat,Upon the top of her head sat.A cute little girl,blonde hair with curl.Crouched among strawberry vine,Feet and hands entwine.A basket at her feet,Full of harvest oh so sweet.Tasting goodness undiscovered,Soon over her treasure she hovered.Luscious red juice,Across a tiny face set loose.A dazed, overcome look,Her high dose of energy overtook.A long day of bushes to comb,Time to go home!