Soldatke’s Class

Hi dad

I try to talk to you but you never talk back

A sharp pain that attacks

My love for you is now pitch-black

Did you forget about me, do you agree?

When I think about you I get mad

Do you not love me or what’s wrong with me dad?

Did I do something that got you upset?

So I try to forget I try not to feel sorry for myself

But I don’t know what else to feel like

Should I be mad at you, should I be mad at myself?

I don’t even know anymore.

I feel like were at war

But I guess I don’t give a darn about you anymore!

Friends are people who would

bail you out of jail if you were in there, but true friends would

take the blame for you and if you were their true friend back

you would both take the blame and you would both sit there

until another friend would bail you out

and if they never came

and you two sat there forever… neither one of you would care

because you both know some one you could trust and care for each other… practically

risk their life for you.

If you have found some one like this

never turn your back on them love them for who they are and they will love you

as much back.

Winter ends with one last snow.    

The spring soon comes with a quick bird song.

Then summer comes melting snow.

My heart can’t stay true to you   

My kiss doesn’t seem to fit you 

I can’t hear your words in my ear  

Your eyes show me fear 

The feeling that I get about you  

Makes my tummy tingle and doubt you 

I didn’t really like you  

And I hate that I had to fight with you 

The tears run down faster then a stream   

I hate that we fight yell and scream 

You said our love would last as long as the river flows  

But what do you think now that I have to go

 Laney is my dog

So beautiful is she

She likes when we play fetch

Especially with a Frisbee. 

She runs around the house

All crazy and funny

Just like a mad monkey

All happy and sonny.

Listen around you carefully. 

Music is everywhere in the air. 

Without it I wouldn’t be able to hear, I won’t fear. 

Nothing will disturb me from nature’s music.

A catchy tune or beat may even sway by every now and then.

 I must follow the wind because it has a gentle breeze that carries a sound.

I can’t live without sound or tune or even a gentle beat. 

Grab a chair and sit in the open, you may see nothing, but sound is roaming everywhere around us. 

It’s telling us stories and legends. 

Just listen closely. 

You might, you may, hear the gentle sway.

♫

You’ll never truly know me
Because inside, you can’t see

You see only what’s on the outside
There is never “looking in”

You can’t see what’s on the inside
Unless you are that person

Looking from the outside
Just isn’t looking in.

Welcome to The Literacy Workshop Blogs. Is this where poems will be posted?  This is my first time doing a blog, and I am feeling lost.