Mrs. Farnum’s Cardinal Poet Society 6-1

Kelsey is so helpful,

She helps me with my homework,

She helps  me study for my tests,

And sometimes she can be a dork.

She loves to play lacrosse,

She thinks it is really fun,

She is really good at it,

And she loves to be in the sun.

Kelsey is very wierd,

But still is really cool,

She always knows what to say,

And she is never a fool.

I can tell her anythng,

She won’t tell anyone, I mean never,

She is always nice to me,

And she is the BEST SISTER EVER!

 (everything in this poem is true.)

Magestic. Flawless. Watching me

A body of immortality

A sudden glimmer of the light

Quickly sharpens all my sight

Glides past me, just a wisp of air

My hands reach out, but there’s nothing there

But yet I feel the hope inside

Crumbling all my sins and lies

Fears evaporated, no need to cry

No more failing, just the strength to try

As if something had changed my mind

My feelings turned from hate to kind

But how could it be? An angel maybe?

So I let out a very desperate plea,

“How did you do that, and what did you do?

Teach me, and tell me… who are you?”

No reply answered my plea

But suddenly the answer was clear to me

A understanding of the form

That guided my way when I was torn

The Holy One that gives us light

The only one of us who’s right

He can never be overlawed

Our loving Master, the one who’s God!

For everyone who has lost somebody they loved, I’ve been there too. So has God, and this is why I wrote this poem!

XOXO,

Gracie

She rocks as hard as stone!

Her smile is so clearly shown!

Messing with her is like playing with fire.

Did you know she is part vampire?

Her hair is blond, her eyes are dark,

But they still have a special spark.

Her heart can accept any person,

There’s no way her attitude could worsen!

She loves to make you laugh,

She’s just like my better half!

My best friend, Lauren, she’s the best,

She’s one year younger, who would have guessed?

I love her as much as a sister!

She’s like a crazy little twister.

Animals are her number one.

This girl’s work is never done!

Lauren’s the coolest , all the time!

Oh man, I can’t think of another rhyme!

That is why she is my best friend,

This kind of friendship is the hippest new trend!

The vampire part is an inside joke that needs extensive explanation to understand.

Even though we only see each other

at Disneyland and birthdays,

I love it when we’re texting

I guess it’s now our craze.

Your brown hair matches mine.

You share my sense of humor.

On how long we like to laugh

you could never put a timer.

We scream on roller coasters

and laugh ’till our stomachs ache.

With all the fun we’re having,

our friendship’s no mistake.

I’ve known you for so long

and I will for years to come.

You can always come and talk

to the person this poem is from.

  I paced around the house my heart pounding.

 I pricked back the tears

As the sunless sky beat down

upon my face.

They tried to cheer me up

But I knew it would never work.

His voice echoed in

my stubborn skull,

“Hey there son.”

And now he lay on the cot

His face as blue as the ocean

And forever he will lay.

I couldn’t take it.

I gave him one last hug

before he closed his eyes

and never

opened his eyes

again…

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Through all the sorrow and woe,

You’re probably the strongest most loving man I know.

You think about me other than yourself

You make me feel like I’m on the top shelf.

 

You know that when all this is through,

I’ll still, with all of my heart, love you.

You’re like my big teddy bear

I know i can give you a hug anywhere.

 

This whole expierience is like a rollercoaster I want to get off of

But when the ride is over, I;ll be full of love.

Though these events may never end,

On you I will always depend.

 

I don’t know why these events are taking place,

But I know I’ll alwys see your sweet, smiling face.

Even though this suprise has taken you for a whirl,

I’ll always be your sweet little girl.

-by Erica (JDluver <333)

 

 

I love my parents very much,

they always have the magic touch.

If I had to choose them over the sun,

I’d be on “American Most Wanted” and on the.

 They make me laugh and they help me with school,

they always act really cool.

They do my laudry and make me dinner,

and they make me feel like a big winner.

They pick me up from school and take me to cheer,

they do this routine every year.

They come to my sports games and cheer me on,

It’s dark out now, the sun has gone.

It was just another day in sunny Orange County,

Just me and my bro Chinchi, the Chinchilla almighty.

We were hanging outside of Taco Bell,

Eating quesadillas with extra chicken

and saving for an extra churro or two.

People looked at us like we were crazy,

and has just come out of the jungle.

But we didn’t mind at all.

Just Chinchi and I enjoying our Mexican cuisine

without a worry in the world.

As we finished our food,

Chinchi craved for dessert,

so I reluctantly pulled out a dollar.

He bought himself a churro and some cinnamon twists,

and we headed for home laughing away.

As we lay in our beds, we recapped the day,

hoping tomorrow we could play.

I could smell it though, something was wrong,

and it wasn’t the food we ate.

Churros leave a smell, but it wasn’t that,

Something with Chinchi was wrong just leave it at that.

I went to bed hoping this mystery would solve,

before Chinchi and I would do it all wrong.

The next day though, tradgedy struck,

 and it didn’t have to do with no churro.

Chinchi was gone!

My gut was right!

Why would he ditch me, couldn’t he see?

People said I killed him,

but I knew in my heart,

You shouldn’t befriend a chinchilla,

right from the start.

I had the chinchilla “blues”…… 

My little pen could rule the world

because it wants to write.

Writing’s what it’s made to do

and I just know that’s right.

My little pen will write in red.

I’ll help release its ink.

It’s really not that hard at all!

All I do is think.

My little pen contacts the paper

and anything can happen here.

The characters will do strange things

out of happiness or fear.

My little pen in used a lot

and it does not run out.

I don’t think it ever will

so I’ll never wear a pout.

My little pen might make me famous,

because I want to write.

What in the world could be more fun?

I’m giving people sight

of things in my imagination

and things just in my head.

I hope the reader takes interest

in the things I’ve said.

Seussical is a musical filled with lots of fun parts,

 but the Sour Kangaroo is the one that’s dear to my heart.

 She’s sassy and brassy and must get her way,

 she’s bossy and pushy with no time for play.

 She has no faith in what she can’t see,

always loud and obnoxious wrong she can’t be.

 Wait and you’ll see in the Jungle of Nool,

 on the fifteenth of may,

 in the play here at school.