Feet in the sand
Working our sweat gland
Sitting in the sun
With hair in a bun
Watching the waves
While the lifeguards count their saves
The water is too cold
And it couldn't be controlled
The sun rays beaming
As we are dreaming
For the guys to come
To ask us for a piece of gum
Oh what a wonderful day
To sit out on the bay
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Sport of Love
Love means nothing
To some who are living
They go on the courts
And build their forts
Calling shots out
Acting like a snout
Making a grunt
While saving a bunt
Hitting it back over the net
Making the others fret
Not prepared to hit it back
And went out of wack
From the curve of the ball
Which had them win it all
To some who are living
They go on the courts
And build their forts
Calling shots out
Acting like a snout
Making a grunt
While saving a bunt
Hitting it back over the net
Making the others fret
Not prepared to hit it back
And went out of wack
From the curve of the ball
Which had them win it all
Friday, April 17, 2015
Spirits
Lift our Spirits
As the rain is coming down
Making puddles
And giving people headaches
Lift our spirits
When the living dies
People dressed in black
Mourning over their loss
Lift our spirits
Because of family conflict
Tension in the kitchen
With fists on the table
Lift our spirits
So people don't commit suicide
For those who hang out on the streets
And see no reason to live
As the rain is coming down
Making puddles
And giving people headaches
Lift our spirits
When the living dies
People dressed in black
Mourning over their loss
Lift our spirits
Because of family conflict
Tension in the kitchen
With fists on the table
Lift our spirits
So people don't commit suicide
For those who hang out on the streets
And see no reason to live
RED LIGHT
I hope you enjoy this poem. It is something I wrote in the beginning of the season.
Woke up
With
realization
It broke my
heart
I sent the
text
Pouring out my
soul
To my friend
Rushing to
work
The sky is
still dark
Guilty
conscious feeling
As I run a red
light
I look behind
me
Something I
didn’t see before
Haven’t heard
from her
We needed to
talk
To clear
things up
If it means it
is over or not
Willing to
give it up
Not break
another one
I saw lights
Heard the
siren
I was being
followed
Pulled to the
side
It was all I
could say
She responds
back
Being
responsible
Admitted it
was her fault
Wanted to keep
everything
Even make it
more special
Apologizing
for not being aware
Of it all
All I felt was
guilt
As I looked
into the eyes
Of the
intimidating man
I confessed
Don’t want to
make a habit
Thankful
Dominated the
pain
Taking
advantage of the incident
A rich
experience
Making two
closer
To one another
It was
conquered
Not driving
back
But just going
straight
Forward
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Bad Morning
Rubbing the eyes
After slamming the clock
Stretching in bed
With a long groan
Loud enough
To sound-like a camel
Walking to the bathroom
Adjusting eyes to the light
Barely see
Quietly walking around
Not wanting to wake one
Tiptoeing around the weak floor boards
And not flushing the toilet
Forgetting to brush teeth
Rushing to the bus stop
In the pouring rain
With no rain coat
But no chance to run back
The bus screeches from the brakes
And splashes the person aside from the puddle
She was me
What could go worse
I walk onto the bus,
Find a seat by the window
With cold feet and wet pants
Sitting on brownie crumbs
From someone's snack yesterday
Arriving to school
Falling down the bus steps
People looking at me
No one offering help
Walking to first class of the day
I decide sleeping would be the best
Nothing could be better
After slamming the clock
Stretching in bed
With a long groan
Loud enough
To sound-like a camel
Walking to the bathroom
Adjusting eyes to the light
Barely see
Quietly walking around
Not wanting to wake one
Tiptoeing around the weak floor boards
And not flushing the toilet
Forgetting to brush teeth
Rushing to the bus stop
In the pouring rain
With no rain coat
But no chance to run back
The bus screeches from the brakes
And splashes the person aside from the puddle
She was me
What could go worse
I walk onto the bus,
Find a seat by the window
With cold feet and wet pants
Sitting on brownie crumbs
From someone's snack yesterday
Arriving to school
Falling down the bus steps
People looking at me
No one offering help
Walking to first class of the day
I decide sleeping would be the best
Nothing could be better
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Attention: :)
Ill keep you all posted when my next poem comes out! Its going to be pretty exciting, something that everyone feels once in a while.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
What do I want to do MP 4?
In MP 4 I would like to write inspirational poems. Writing poetry helps me get my day started off right! :)
Favorite story of all time!
My favorite story is Bethany Hamilton's testimony. She wouldn't be where she is at with out her faith and the shark bite. I am really encouraged by her testimony because she never stopped trying.
At the age of thirteen, on October 31, 2003, Bethany was attacked by a 14-foot tiger shark while surfing off Kauai’s North Shore. The attack left Bethany with a severed left arm. After losing over 60% of her blood, and making it through several surgeries without infection, Bethany was on her way to recovery with an unbelievably positive attitude. Lifeguards and doctors believe her strong water sense and faith in God helped get her through the traumatic ordeal.
Miraculously, just one month after the attack, Bethany returned to the water to continue pursuing her goal to become a professional surfer. In January of 2004, Bethany made her return to surf competition; placing 5th in the Open Women’s division of that contest. With no intention of stopping, Bethany continued to enter and excel in competition. Just over a year after the attack she took 1st place in the Explorer Women’s division of the 2005 NSSA National Championships – winning her first National Title.
In 2007, Bethany realized her dream and turned pro. Bethany has since participated in numerous ASP and World Tour Events with a major highlight being a second place finish in the ASP 2009 World Junior Championships.
Since losing her arm, Bethany’s story has been told in hundreds of media outlets and she has been recognized with numerous awards, public appearances, and various speaking engagements.
Monday, April 6, 2015
What do I want to write about?
If I were to do a unit of Poetry, I would want to write about relationships and emotions. I like writing about it because it is something everyone deals with and are able to relate to the character in the poem.
Red Light
With
realization
It broke my
heart
I sent the
text
Pouring out my
soul
To my friend
Rushing to
work
The sky is
still dark
Guilty
conscious feeling
As I run a red
light
I look behind
me
Something I didn't see before
Haven’t heard
from her
We needed to
talk
To clear
things up
If it means it
is over or not
Willing to
give it up
Not break
another one
I saw lights
Heard the
siren
I was being
followed
Pulled to the
side
It was all I
could say
She responds
back
Being
responsible
Admitted it
was her fault
Wanted to keep
everything
Even make it
more special
Apologizing
for not being aware
Of it all
All I felt was
guilt
As I looked
into the eyes
Of the
intimidating man
I confessed
Don’t want to
make a habit
Thankful
Dominated the
pain
Taking
advantage of the incident
A rich
experience
Making two
closer
To one another
It was
conquered
Not driving
back
But just going
straight
Forward I really enjoyed writing the poem Red Light because it is something personal. I've never ran a red light but I did feel lonely as my friend never made time for me and always spent it with her boyfriend. I was wanting to define our friendship; are we friends or not? We promised each other we would keep each other accountable, so I took the step forward to tell her how I felt and at the end I have no regrets because we are closer then ever before.
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