Mrs. Allen's Poetry Slam Blog

Winter Poem

stu002 — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 16:07:53 +0000

On a silent winter eve the snow gathers beneath the
trees. I stare and watch with content as the yard starts to fill with snow.

Through the window the snow looks like water glistening in the moonlight. Or a ever peaceful blanket draped over the silent field that is illuminated by the moon.

The warm fire of the indoors is what lights my evening tonight but there is nothing more beautiful then a snowy evening, Through a window that is.

ATSSS

Pets: The Real Story From Their Owners

stu002 — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:56:07 +0000

Gus Berry

I wish we had a cat
Not some lousy dog
Because a dog knows not of the word “bathroom”
Or not to go into it just to get a drink.

Haley Smith

I wish we had a dog
Not some lousy cat
Because a cat scratched up my barbie doll
And tossed her up a tree.

Cynthia Jacman

I wish we had a hamster
Not some lousy bird
Because it pecked my nose
And flew out the window .

Freddy Gorbay

I wish we had a bird
Not some lousy hamster
Because it nearly bit my finger off
And can’t even change it’s own litter.

Taylor Raft

I wish we had my brother for a pet
That would be very nice
Because I could lock him in a cage
And only feed him rice!

Writeheart

The Most Common Emotions Broken Down

stu002 — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:55:36 +0000

The “L” would stand for life commitment
The “O” for over and over
The “V” for the vow it shall represent
The “E” for eternity moreover.

The “H” stands for hunger of malevolence
The “A” for alone
The “T” for taunting common sense
The “E” for the everlasting unknown.

Writeheart

Cowboy

stu002 — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:55:14 +0000

He sits there
Only a few feet away,
His alabaster hands
Fiddling with the hem
Of his dilapidated
Trousers.

I stare at him.
He stares back.
I glare at him.
He glares back
With those
Majestic
valley green eyes
Much like a cat’s.

His lips are
Cracked
Parched with the dearth
We have experienced profoundly.
That
Sun faded button up
He wore every day,
And that torn
Ten-gallon hat that I knew most cowboys
Were into.

He was a cowboy,
But a school boy in youth,
Hidden under his stony eyes.
He left the world behind when
His Ma died,
Now burnt
‘Cause no ma was there to tell him what to do.
Now bleary eyed
‘Cause no ma was there to tell him to sleep.
It was him and his horse
Left to the wild
West.

One day
I knew this boy
Sitting across on the other side of the dusty road
Would be that cowboy
That saves
My
Life
In
The
End.

Writeheart

A Place Not So Long Before

stu002 — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 01:01:03 +0000

A place not so long before
With towering silver gates
And a gilded door.

In this garden extravaganza
Sunflowers taking sun’s place
This embellished bonanza.

A safe haven for those of great tragedies
A balmy spring wind
Buzzing with bees.

I had felt the rays hot upon my back
As I meandered through the flowers
I found nothing was black.

I felt found
Not lost
So I made no sound.

I did not want to wake
From this dream
As I dipped in the lake.

This is a place where no wrong is done.
As I laid in the dream
Under that imaginary sun.

Writeheart

Words Have Power

stu002 — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 01:00:28 +0000

Actions speak louder than words?
But for that person who heard

It burns like they set their hand on a stove.
Gossip can’t stop its nasty rove.

Drama is filling up the glass
Immersing my mass.

Watching in as words ride
I can run but I can’t hide.

I dive down a foxhole
Like a caged animal.

Nothing I can do about it for sure
It’s the one way ticket to popular

Just because you demean someone.
But you’ve just smashed their rising sun.

Words do hurt you do moan
It breaks you more than sticks and stones.

Actions are the better path to take
Don’t choose rumors for goodness sake!

Writeheart

spirit bear

stu002 — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:27:29 +0000

Terrified
Cole waited,
had the bear returned
to kill him?

As he waited the storm worsened

wind picking up
gusting harder
rain fell

ATSSS

Flowers

stu002 — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:26:48 +0000

Flowers oh how beautiful.
Growing from seeds,
what a lovely thing.

Flowers on a gravestone,
who would’ve thought for someone dead.
One thing we know is that,
people cared about them.

Flowers oh how beautiful.
Swaying in the wind.
Looking so stunning, like always.

-cadoozles4

Dont hate like that

stu002 — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:26:31 +0000

Don’t look at people and automatically hate them cause of there color or race
Don’t hate like that
Do you know who they are or if they are bad or good?
Don’t hate like that
Don’t hate them for what they’ve done badly
Like them for what they’ve done good
Don’t hate like that
When you are walking down the street and you see someone sobbing
Don’t laugh or giggle at them see what’s wrong or just keep quit
Don’t hate like that
Don’t hate someone because someone else doesn’t like them
Get to know them before you judge
It’s not funny when someone is crying
Just imagine yourself crying in front of people
How would that feel?
You would probably cry harder
Treat others the way you would like to be treated
If everyone did that the world would be a better place
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Don’t hate like that!!!!!

-soccer12

Spirit Bear

stu002 — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:26:09 +0000

Never in his
life had he felt
so exposed–
so vulnerable–
so helpless–
Fighting to survive
he could stay here
a short
while longer.
He clenched his teeth
against pain
and despair.
Acid electrical smell
burned his nose.
Then.
Once more
he lost consciousness.

By B-Rabbit