your vision, your voice
You’re not there
Haven’t got it yet
What happens?
Disappointment spawns
Frustration which spouts
Envy which spews
Anger and
Yet
That thing you need
So desperately
You just haven’t seen it
Yet
Not a complete thought
A whisper
An unfinished poem
Or a rushed plan or
A hurried idea
So far but so
Close.
Its
Untouchable
That thing
Something in the back of your mind
That thing that you can’t quite remember
That one word
That is perfect but
Indescribable
Completes the thought but not the
Process
Settles the game but doesn’t quite
End it.
Untouchable
You’ll never find it.
Its always just out of reach.
Morning sky so beautiful
I get out my bed and leave the cubical
Let me change this up
Poetry can kinda be corny
But for your information it’s really enjoying
I know i’m a 14 year old and I love poetry
Because it reminds me of music and being hippy
Now voices and visions everyone has one
So everyone standup and let your shines
everyone has a vision an idea
A voice so let us hear
So whats your vision
Lets hear your voice
How will you help the growing society of america
Everyone get up and shout merica
Merica
Merica
Merica
Everyone has a vision that someone else shares
I know this kinda is already sounding lame
But stand up and let your voice be heard
Let your voice be heard from around the world
اريد ان اكون طبيبا
ich möchte Sänger werden
我想成為一名工程師
俳優になりたい
Quiero ser politico
I want my voice to be heard!
For all the grief
An empty doorway
For love
Leaning grasses
And two lights
Above the sea
A poem should not mean
Just you and me
So why can’t you see
Why don’t you love me
As much as i
Love you
Want you
Your hate
Your love
Your disappointment
You jump into the sea
And try to pull me free
You made me this way
Drowning in my own hate
It used to hurt
I used to scream
But now i give in
I let the salt
Fill my lungs
It doesn’t hurt
Anymore
For that
For teaching me
I should thank you
Giving in to the pain
The suffering
Because in the end
I am salt
Inside and out.
I imagine
A tree
With leaves
But the leaves are words
Hundreds of thousands of millions of billions
Of words
That cross
And intersect
And roll over
Like dogs
Or ants
And the words
Are poetry
And poets
And you read them
And you feel happy
Or angry
Or sad
It doesn’t matter
Because
You can’t reach it
Lamar Middle School
8
Marco
Annoying, loud, sleepy
1 Sister, child of a dad
Who fears dead
Who needs love
Who loves anonymous
Who fears losing my xbox
Who would like to see my friend
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
Family is to have each other
Family is to support each other
Not to hurt.
Friends are to be social
Friends are for fun
Not to be taken advantage of.
Life is to live
Life is to go out and have fun
Not to be thrown away.
No one nor nothing deserves to get pushed aside
There is a purpose
In
Everything.
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
When he’s around I just seem to smile
I have this feeling everytime I see him
I can’t explain it
It’s the way he looks at me
No no no it’s the way he talks
It’s everything about him
My stomach gets flipped upside down just by looking at him
The way his eyes glisin
Just everything about him
When he’s around can’t do anything but smile
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
Friends, there’s plenty
Some care for you,
Some would die for you,
An some love you .
But some just turn out to be false,
Or disrespectful , or just
Nothing of what they seem to be.
So be careful who you hang out with
Because there’s friends, there’s plenty, but you
Never know who will be the ones who turn on you.
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
It’s yellow that brightens up your day
It’s that thing in your stomach the joy of excitement
The thing you can’t wait to happen
The thing that makes you crazy
The thing that makes your friends go what’s wrong with him
Its thing that stays with you
The thing that gives you a smile that gives other people smiles
CD Fulkes Middle School
8