Mrs. Allen\’s Poetry Blog 2009

I have the largest backpack ever

It weighs 300 thousand pounds.

It has enough space to fit

Over 40 billion clowns

Yesterday I cleaned it out,

and put everything on the floor.

It destroyed my house so badly

That a policemen had to kick in the door.

My backpack is full of junk and things,

that I have never used.

It breaks my back, and destroys my shoulders

and makes me very bruised.

All my teachers overload me with homework,

so they’re the ones to blame,

For my two broken legs and fractured arm

and driving me insane!

God, I hate my backpack

For all the pain it brings,

You know what would be better

If it danced and sings

I don’t get the purpose of backpacks

or what in the world they do.

I go up to people every day

and ask “Can I trade with you?”

I really dislike my backpack

It put up a very good fight

But it’s luck has just run out,

Because I’m burning it tonight!!!

By: DanDLion80

A winter in Maine
Isn’t all that frigid
You just look like a board
Sitting there all rigid

When it’s to cold for school
Which is almost every day
We sometimes have races…
In a dog sleigh

During the wintery nights
When its eighty-eight below
You need at least ten blankets
Trust me i would know

But a winter in Maine
Isn’t all that awful
Let me explain
If you think it’s unlawful

When there’s ten feet of snow
And you have nowhere to go
You can just sit by the fire
And drink some Hot Cocoa

—SccrStrkr9—

I am unwritten, can’t think of things

to write on my paper

My brain needs to come alive, to

help me write, or else I will shut

down

No one else can write down your

thoughts

My thoughts are coming into my

head, I have some ideas

Staring at the blank page before you,

open up the thoughts in your mind,

no one can read your mind

I need help, I need help

let the thoughts flow into your mind

The rest is still unwritten

-cadoozles4

I’ve always enjoyed having lunch

But it is quite clear,

That lunch is quite despicable

When it is made here.

There’s flies on the chicken nuggets,

There’s beetles in the franks,

There’s some substance in the noodles

That make them taste quite rank.

I don’t blame the lunch ladies.

They didn’t ask to make it.

I’d much rather blame the school

That thinks that we can take it.

Why we’re forced to eat this junk

I have not yet discovered.

I very much prefer the food

That’s made by my mother.

By Eclipse99

I see your leather shining
in the sun, so inviting
and fluffy I must sit in you
the way I sink into your depths
the way you make that squeaking sound,
oh couch I love the way you are.
I love you from your soft armrests
Down to your reclining back.
When I sit in you and lean back
I feel as if I was floating on a cloud
When I lay my head on your arm
I try not to fall asleep.
Couch, when I am sad
you are there for me,
you let me cry
into your arm.
Couch, when I am sick
you are the one who supports me.
Couch, when I am afraid
you are the one I seek shelter in.
Couch, oh couch,
When everyone is gone
you are there
to support me (literally).

-CG3H3

Text books are too big,

They weigh too much

They barely fit into my locker,

With all their pages and such.

They make my bag heavy

They make my back hurt

I have way too many

Sometimes I wish I could see them burnt

They are so heavy sometimes I feel,

Like I have 7 pigs in my backpack

They are as thick as the moon,

And as big as the trip to Mars and all the way back.

They have so much information

Which can be a good thing

But sometimes after class I feel like I’ve learned,

All I would have in 4 years of college in the spring

Homework

Homework is terrible

It’s taking over my life

If it doesn’t stop

It will become my wife

Math homework is bad

About decimals I don’t care

It is so aggravating

It makes me pull out my hair

I really hate

The homework in lit

Every night

It gives me a fit

The science homework

Is the worst of all

I can barely answer one question

In study hall

All the horrible homework

Comes in a load

If I get one more paper

My head will explode

Pieboy6

I have the biggest locker in the world
Yet its still ready to blow
It’s occupying the entire time
Even good ‘ol Fatty Joe

It’s equipped with all the latest gadgets
All made in Japan
It has everything you can think of
Even a 400 foot tall fan

It’s not a normal locker
It’s used at home as well
I have to use a tow truck
Because it carries a 1,000 pound bell

It’s high on the charts of the record list
For taller than them all
It’s taller that the tallest tower
And bigger than my best friend Paul

My locker faced a windy day
When all came down and crashed
But luckily it took no lives
And forever the locker was trashed

I bought a brand new mechanical pencil
At a questionable convenience store
The best thing was the writing utensil
Was bought with dollars, exactly fifty four

When I took it out at school the next day
It started to move and write by its self
completing my quiz in perfect penmanship
When it was finished it returned to my locker shelf

The lead was so strong it could not broken
Completing my homework in ten seconds flat
Writing a two thousand word essay while I blink
When it was finished doing my work I gave it a pat

My incredible pencil was becoming so famous
That I was charging admission so people could see
How quickly, how rapidly it could complete
Their work, and it was faster than a bee

-Dirtbiker7

I don’t know how to say it,
but I do love you.
Every time I look at you
I don’t know what to say.

I get shy when you say,
“hi”
but really…should I?

I don’t know if you love me back,
but I sure love you.
It’s like I have known you forever,
but really it hasn’t been long.

I have deep affection for you and
I cannot regret it.

I adore the way you smile and
the words that come out of your mouth.
Every time you glance at me
I freeze up and stare.

But I love you,
there’s nothing to compare.

-gem