By ZiXiang Z., Ridgewood, NY
I want to make a feast out of you
your fat swollen chops would be great
nourishment for my lovesick mind
your savory lips pack the flaky crunch
that goes
perfectly with crimson molasses like my
dear honey bear draining the life out of its belly
oh yes! the belly!
my tongue yearns for medium rare sausages …
your tubular will do perfectly
fillets off your midsection
still fresh and perfect for sushi
won’t you say?
I can’t wait to get a bite out of you and
won’t you want a piece of me too?
All I Need Is a Friend 
Not baseball cards,
or pictures of girls,
or basketballs.
Maybe a blown up picture of …
… Pam Anderson might help.
Black-framed glasses
and a white,
pale,
lanky
body.
I should start working out.
At least I can read.
I read four books a day last summer.
The librarian,
80-year-old Mrs. Woodsworth,
she knows my middle name.
If only I had a real friend.
I am sick of seeing her old,
bony,
pale body.
Although it resembles mine.
The kids at school laugh.
Is it the way I dress?
Lacoste,
Ralph Lauren,
La Tigre.
I’ve tried every designer out there.
Staying in the house really saves me money.
My stupid rich parents give me $50 a week for lunch.
$50 times 36 weeks …
what is that?
$1,000,
$2,000,
$10,000?
I should probably know.
Straight A’s 12 years in a row
and counting.
With all of this,
or none of this –
it depends how you look at it –
all I need is a friend.
forever alone :( (last one) wahwahwah
ReplyDeletei Liked the 2nd one because it had a meaning to it that i easily understood. heart touching .. <\3
ReplyDeleteRaees.Ahmed
Daniel S.
ReplyDeletei liked the 3rd one. i think it was talking about a man going to jail and having to leave his true love but eventually when he gets let out she has found someone else and he knows he was to late.
eric
ReplyDeletethe first one because its weird and thts what makes it intresting :)
rob
ReplyDeletei liked the 1st one bcause it show no matter what u have or what u do friends dont come easy
Will
ReplyDeleteI pick A Cannibal in Love poem because its different.
Tyler .D
ReplyDeleteI liked the third one because it shows that love could not be broken like the birds can't be ungriped off the wire but it sometimes can be broken like the gust of wind blowing the birds apart.
Jake K.
ReplyDeleteThis one was supposed to be set 50 years after a nuclear war in the 22nd century. It is called, The Wasteland.
A miasma,
a world and innocence lost,
childhood,
rebellion,slavery,poverty,thugs
lonely sleepy cities
struggling to survive
An endless journey
moving onward
travelling the wastes
finding pieces of a
broken home
broken dreams
a desolate avenue
forever discovering the new world.
Betrayed
ReplyDeleteSpoken--a word implicit.
A concept--broken.
Trust--
A token, dropped
In the machine--
Time's up.
I have proven over
And again, I am
Tougher than I seem--
A fool still, hopeful.
And you never say
You grant me equal credibility
Or similar delusions.
To believe everything
You say--how can
I give you what I am not given?
But I do--
I would, and I will.
And I let you
Keep pieces of me
Locked, keyed to you
Secretly--only I
Can no longer
Be sure of finding them--
You will tell me,
I or you
Right or wrong.
And this new
Revisionist me
Wants only to be right
And for you to know.
Copyright © 1997 by Katherine Foreman.
JAPNAMMMM
i like this becasue its just so beautiful
and everyone goes through a betrayel, or everyone betrays someone. (hopefully not )it just sounds beautiful like someone can relate to it , you can feel the emotion rushing through you. i love it
April
ReplyDeleteSecond
One touch--
Like death with ribbons or
Pain with sprinkles,
A beautiful package for sadness and loss.
And I loved every moment, dared to feel
Triumphant at the beginning of my own destruction.
And it was my own fault,
My own feet stepping on every ember of cautiousness.
You can't take it back, but I don't want you to.
It has been long enough, waiting in darkness
For candlelight.
And there is no such thing as
Wonderful enough.
i like this because its simply sounds just beutiful. i like the word choice and really makes me understand what this person is feeling.
Today is a new beginning.
ReplyDeleteDawn told me this once
As the glow of the rising sun grew closer
The dancing stars faded
When I felt like giving up,
The morning air reminded me that today is a new day,
The sky took me on a journey farther than the clouds and
Night taught me to never give up.
Because tomorrow is a new day
The Rose
ReplyDeleteDisneyland holds all the answers
But now you would go skiing
With snow-blue eyes for company.
My fingers on splinter-blunt thorns
Feel wrong, as if the pressure of
Bending a wire could spiral the stem,
Unnatural, twisted and shattered.
The tips of cream-silk petals bleed.
This is what happened to me, then,
Being there at the wrong confluence of time,
There and shining with no one looking.
I grew my own thorns, climbed into a vial,
And the blush bleeds from the petals of my skin.
Copyright © 2000 by Katherine Foreman.
I like this poem because it's very beautiful and you have to think about the words that are chosen because she says "I grew my own thorns, climbed into a vial,And the blush bleeds from the petals of my skin." I have to think about what she means because it's a difference wording to what I think means that she grew independent and the blush part is probably her blushing.
Dear little bird
ReplyDeleteYou sing a dirge.
A sorrowful moaning
In the quiet night.
Your wings are folded,
Your feathers are ruffled.
Your head is dusted with snow,
As it flutters around you.
You are sitting,
In the blusterous wind's path.
The cold winter is coming,
Dreary and harsh.
It will not stop for you alone.
You must fly to a safer home.
Fly, fly, go fly away.
On this beautiful winter day
By Alison D., Schnecksville, PA
I like this poem because it gives me an amazing picture in my mind because of the interesting adjectives that were used. It deeply describes the scene and the features of the bird. I also find it interesting that they chose to write about a bird in the winter since we don't typically see or hear birds during the cold months. This poem expresses the beauty of animals and seasons which makes it engaging and intriguing! Mariam W
Roohit G.
ReplyDeleteThe Limit of the Universe
We are closest when we
are apart.
Each takes tiny steps back
when
We are finally together
again,
Forced away by the
Thoughts of closeness
risen from solitude.
Lonely alone
Lonely together
This is not what I had in
mind.
Where fear is the driving
force
Fear must be of each other
too,
A wedge forever standing
Until we need not be afraid
Which in this stifling,
frowning
Disallowing world
Must never happen
Ponder
I grew up with it, but it's not
Wrong or rejectable for that.
Whoever had the shirt saying how little I hold Cannot make me over into what I already am, Still cannot set me against it.
They and I may stand forever
Regardless of how much I inch toward them, Without a thought for the answers I always find, The bridges I know I need to build.
I remember the way the words felt when I first Gathered the courage to recite them,
The way my heart felt when I knew what they meant.
I tremble now too, with their weight.
And I tremble again as the music
Dangles my faith over a fire and a flood--
It is not a thing you can ignore.
With racing pulse I try the words on my lips, The melody in my throat.
It feels good. It feels right.
I chose these two poems because I feel that these poems are extremely meaningful, especially the poem “Ponder”. Therefore, it has great voice, showing lots of emotion in the writing. My favourite lines in the poem “ponder” are “I tremble now too, with their weight. And I tremble again as the music Dangles my faith over a fire and a flood-- It is not a thing you can ignore.” because of the way these words so accurately describe how the author was feeling and thus it makes me feel the same way. These lines make me relate to my experiences and make connections that help me understand the authors situation.
Saloni T.
ReplyDeleteThe Rose is mine
FOREVER ALONE!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteRoohit G.
ReplyDeleteNightmares
Flaming red hair
Beautiful green eyes
Short as a child
Wind whistles
I'm in love
Then come nightmares
of stabbing
of choking
I'll kill her
My face,
white as a sheet
I stay away,
to keep her safe,
anything for my love
Can't control myself
Pain
Misery
Two broken hearts.
Anmol D
ReplyDeleteDead is a state of mind:
Im sorry for everything
everything i did
i didnt mean
to hurt you
your feelings.
Im Sorry.
Forgive me please.
Let's go on a picnik
find a shady spot
forget everything.
I love you
please.
Dead is a state of mind:
My feeling
for you
are imposible
to count,
I love that
you forgave me,
but are you sure
your mine?
I've seen you with
another guy
that i dont seem
to like,
i hope you
stay away
from him
and closer to
me.
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ReplyDeleteSaloni T. Freeverse-Twilight
ReplyDeleteHis skin glitters in the sun
Brighter than a light
Hands as frigid as ice
His voice
Clear as a crystal.
His face
More ravashing than anything
His skin
As white as a winter wonderland.
He fell from heaven
Killer in his eyes
"Vampire"
See no purity.
Hear his voice
"I'm a monster."
Through my eyes, I beg to differ.
Perfect.
Flawless.
Love of my life.
Edward.
Rade P.
ReplyDeleteColossal waves breaking in
People Screaming
Water splashing
people yelling for help
Cars flying people dying
Water flowing
People drowning
No sight in anyone
Shut your eyes
Silence sets in
Derek H.
ReplyDeleteFar over
the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep
and caverns cold
with Balin, Dwalin
and Ori, Nori, Dori
and Oin, oin
Bifur, Bofur, Bombur
Fili, Kili and
Thorin too
Recovered Orcrist
strong and true
travelling with Gandalf
and small little Bilbo
towards the lonely mountain
to journey's end.
David J. Freeverse. Hitting a lot of green lights in a row.
ReplyDeleteThe air smells like a cologne.
A very horrible one.
Beetlejuice uses the same one.
It's very quiet tonight.
The only sounds are subtle.
Like the sound of crickets.
And the ocasional dog barking.
I am in a concrete paradise.
Every 100 meters.
A traffic light stops me.
Right in my tracks.
It turns green.
And so do the rest.
It is an amazing feeling.
Being free to keep going.
The last one turns yellow.
I start shifting like mad.
Accelerating like crazy.
Travelling at hyperspeed.
Talha R.
ReplyDeleteChilly,creepy,lonely nights
gloomy, spinechilling darkness
No there to help,
bitter, cheerless
Griefstrucken
has this world become,
People howling with fear,
Afraid of the government,
hanging on for life,
the lights are now fading
Patrick
ReplyDeleteHideous execution
man raising black stick
i yell "NO!"
no one hears me
theres a flash
not of light
of blackness
my little sisters dead
crowd moves over
theres a firey explosion
i look
my sisters on fire
my sisters alive
shes a witch!
a PoEm bY mE
ReplyDeletePlane Dropping
Losing altitude
alitemeter is one long beep
hangers open
tanks falling into the ocean
I feel as heavy
as an elephant
I can see the
water only 100ft away
at the last brink
of hope the plane
started to rise
and the alitimeter
starts beeping again
Seemaab Y.
Autumn.E
ReplyDeleteFloods:
It has flooded everything
It killed many
So many stranded
So much lost
Houses destroyed
Painful memories
Lost pets
Children missing
Scary to imagine
New beginnings
Ivana B.
ReplyDeleteNew Moon
Very serious problems
So why do they seem so insignificant
Here I am
With my father in the woods
Smell of the pines rushes to my head
Finally relaxed
Finally free
We broke through the last of the branches
The sound of the branches breaking
Reminds me of my broken heart
Too deep to be fixed
But can be replaced
The way he moves is like he is gliding on ice
I looked in my father’s beady eyes
I saw the reflection of someone behind me
His eyes were twinkling like stars
Only once have I seen those eyes before
They belonged to my love I had once before
I felt someone squeeze from behind
I turned desperately
There he was
I squared my shoulders and walked towards my fate
The smell of his cologne smelled like heaven
And that’s when he said, “I arrived, my love.”