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Poetry is like a published diary Poetry is emotions spilling out. Poetry is as important as therapy. Poetry is as pointless as oxygen. Poetry means truth.
Poetry is Boring Poetry is like learning a second language. Poetry is anything you can imagine. Poetry is as important to learn to read, write,or spell. Poetry is like learning math lessons you will never need. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is boring.
Dear The Ones: Of course I’ll go along with it. I’ve packed my dignity and three packets of hope. You call them a waste of time. I say I’m gonna need it throughout my life.
I am a fourteen-year-old boy with athletic ability and a lot of anger. If it helps any, I will tell you I like Sunday Football too and my favorite TV show is ESPN.
We could be best friends if you cared to think. we probably even like the same girls. A group of you have alternated to be in my class every year because of: Interests, Grades. I’ve gotten to know you guys very well.
I secretly tell you guys to jump off a cliff. I bet you are doing the same. We could be best friends.
I saw you today in Gym class. we were put in the same group. “We’re gonna lose this game,” you said, “we have him on our team. Am I allowed to switch groups?”
I knew what to say, but it was too mean. I gave you my packet of hope and asked you to open it when you got home, told you if you wait long enough you’ll realize what a jerk you are.
I’m at a high school track meet. He’ll look around the track, he won’t tell you his plan. He’s got an evil little scheme, hanging over his head he’s a devil kid. Yeah, the ref’s got a shooter gun. But that don’t matter because he has a cheater plan, and I don’t even know what. But he’s got it out for you, got it out for you.
[x2] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, after the gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than a bullet.
Parents work long days. They’ll be coming home late, yeah they’re coming home late. And they are bringing me a trophy. ‘Cause I cheated on my race and I won first place. I’ve waited for a long time. Yeah I don’t feel bad I just beat out the rest the best. I reason with my own self, And say you cheat all the time, you be known as a star, yeah.
[x2] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, after the gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than a bullet.
[whistling]
[x3]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, after the gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than a bullet.
Poetry is not fun Poetry is like a raw egg Poetry is about your feelings Poetry is as important as clipping your nails Poetry means nothing Poetry is not fun
Poetry is expressing yourself. Poetry is like a secret diary. Poetry is about writing what you feel. Poetry is as important as doing your homework. Poetry is as pointless as learning algebra Poetry means reading and writing poems from different perspectives. Poetry is a form of art.
I'm feeling crazy and free Like stars are shining on me You like a dose of energy I think I'm about to scream
I can feel the tension like it's a chill in the air Now i'm breathing like your chasin' cause your bringing me there Don't you know... you make me want to loose control Ooh Ooh Ooh
We can party all night Turn this club, skin tight Boy come on Hit me like a bass drum Kickin' up the rhythm Come on
Rock my night into the daylight Make this dream the best i've ever owned Dumb dancing in the dimlight Turn me up like i'm a stereo
Every minute is a new sight When we dance, don't ever go to slow Turn me up like i'm a stereo You make me loose control
My heart beats out of control I'm seeing hollywood stars You play me like a drum
I can feel the tension like a chill in the air Now i'm breathing like your chasin' cause your bringin' me there Don't you know.. you make me loose control Ooh Ooh Ooh
We can party all night Turn this club, skin tight Boy come on Hit me like a bass drum Kickin' up the rhythm Come on
Rock my night into the daylight Make this dream the best i've ever owned Dum dancing in the dimlight Turn me up like i'm a stereo
Mark Menniti we realcool we live in the city we real cool we have lots of shoes we real cool cheer in high school we real cool we teach ELA we real cool we drive Rabs to school we real cool we are married to Demetrious
Kyle Lometti period 3.... Poetry is dumb poetry is like having to write an essay poetry is about nothing poetry is as important learning math poetry means nothing poetry is torture
Kevin Alvora- Period 6 Poetry is a way to express your self Poetry is like a song Poetry is about whatever you want it to be about Poetry is as important as paper Poetry is as pointless as getting in trouble Poetry means whatever you want it to mean Poetry is a way to show how you feel about something
Keith Lometti period 7 Poetry is boring Poetry is like reading a pointless and stupid story Poetry about random and stupid thoughts and ideas Poetry is as important as nothing because it is not important Poetry is as pointless as geometry because i don't need it Poetry means horrible short and confusing Poetry is the worst thing in ELA
We Real Lazy 3 million bloggers We real bored. We Real alone. We Share photos. We Express emotions. We Real sad. We Write often. We Love being social. We Have feelings.
Mike Gaudreau period 3 We Real Bad News Three kids In the back of the classroom We hate tasks. We cut class. We pass notes. We just gloat. We don’t work. We just smirk. We talk back. We talk smack. We ditch school. We’re just tools.
In Response to the Concentration Camps of the Holocaust:
Dear Nazis: Of course I’ll come with you. It’s not Like I have the choice anyway. I’ve Packed all my favorite things. My parents say I have wasted my time.
I am an eight-year-old girl And I look like everyone I know I don’t understand why I am Different
I was walking From school Suddenly everyone looks Different There is hatred on their faces When they see me
They yell at me Horrible, hurtful words I don’t speak I turn and run Until I reach my home
Poetry is not fun Poetry is like trying to find out what is behind broken glass Poetry is about life Poetry is as important as painting Poetry is as pointless as a broken pencil Poetry means something significant Poetry is not fun
I am one I have more rolls on my legs than I have lived days. My cheeks are as big as my personality My eyes are big and wide filled with curiosity and momma’s beside me holding my hand.
I look at the others whimpering and whining they’re such babies I stay quite and wonder I look around for answers and momma’s beside me holding my hand.
My eyes and stomach widen in harmony as the big bottle of cold and juicy apple juice lays before me. My eyes are wet when I don’t get my way My eyes are dry when I do but either way momma’s beside me holding my hand.
Of course I’ll sell everything I own. I’ve packed some belongings in a too small of a sac and my few coins closely to my chest. My banker calls them lucky change. My conscious knows that lucky disappears quickly in the 30’s.
I am a thirty one year old man with a sense of arrogance and a bit vain. If it makes it better, I do say I have a good sense of charity and my favorite hobby is spending.
I have a close accountant named Thomas- we always invested and danced in green. He was rich and I was middle but it was all still the same: Thomas and Fred. I know this was just the start of our game.
I tell him he is betting to high. He reminds me that his money out numbers mine. We’re best friends.
I ran into Thomas today in front of my foreclosure sign. He peered at it then ran his eyes to inline my own. “Your poor and dirty,” he said, “your life is nothing but starvation and guilt! Why did you have to rumble with the bull and the bear?”
My glassy eyes were clueless as to what I should say next. I gave him those few coins And asked him to save it and collect, told him when the first dollar is made he’d miss me and my lucky change.
Poetry is a way to express a lot of emotion in little words Poetry is like a song Poetry is about anything Poetry is about as important as any piece of writing Poetry is as pointless as you make it seem Poetry means feelings Poetry is expression of feelings
I might be moving to the city soon Just to find me a good job and get a load of cash Working so hard All day and night Everything’s costly and Money’s tight
In the backroom, I might clean some desks As long as my boss keeps signing his checks Working so hard to get some checks Working so hard to get some checks
Well I might just get me two cats But I’d leave their adoring for somebody else Oh but then I would Take their kittens And sell them to The highest bidder For some much-needed dough
I would have me some bills And it would give thrills That’s why I’m moving to the city
Moving to the city soon Gonna be a millionaire tycoon Moving to the city soon Gonna be a millionaire tycoon
I’m gonna find me a wife Who loves me so And live our happy lives together And we’ll Get hitched with a Tiny little ceremony Just me and her With our capital high
In the backroom, I might clean some desks As long as my boss keeps signing his checks Working so hard to get some checks Working so hard to get some checks I’ll stroll along the sidewalk With my new watch gleaming in the moonlit night And then I would Get a cup of coffee And run to the next bank desk Check my deposits And see if any’s left
Numbers are in the red My bank balance is dead The City
Moving to the city soon Gonna be a millionaire tycoon Moving to the city soon Gonna end up in the streets real soon
Emulation: "Not Afraid" Don’t be afraid of making decisions We don’t have the power to see the right visions We’re just learning to live because we’re still young We have to stay strong, or our mistakes would’ve stung You got nothing to lose, still many fish in the sea Just run around and live free
I want to accomplish things and prove everyone wrong like you do But you can’t just tell me I can’t because you know I grew Give me a chance to show you what you already knew You’re just another challenge that I will gladly push right through We’re all facing the same troubles But this isn’t a game you play with doubles Pick your own choices independently This is your own role you have to take confidently Don’t be fake, be real and yourself Forget the pressure; leave your worries on the shelf All I’m trying to do is help you in this fight I’m not saying I’m perfect, but I can see the light
Don’t be afraid of making decisions We don’t have the power to see the right visions We’re just learning to live because we’re still young We have to stay strong, or our mistakes would’ve stung You got nothing to lose, still many fish in the sea Just run around and live free
Brian Ganis pd3- Emulation of Dead and Gone by T.I and Justin Timberlake
Have you had a day when your sad and alone See a group of some guys fighting From outside your home And then you wonder why? There endangering your live But you change your thoughts You stay inside A man gets shot Your just happy your alive You're far from the man That you used to be Everything is changing Says your family "B" They say that they're happy And glad that I'm good Everything is changing Cause your out of the hood
Yo man I've been doing wrong for so long Moving up from the world I'm from Now I'm changing yeah Changing yeah Yo man I've been doing wrong for so long Moving up from the world I'm from The old me is changing yeah Changing yeah
So I look to my right Now i finally see the light Then i look to my left My friends are charged with theft Next i look to the front I tell my friends they're being blunt But they too are changing in side It's my turn to fix their lives
We love balls. We Jump up and down. We Wear short shorts. We Hit balls. We Smash it hard. We Fall on the hard floor. We Get tired. We Rest. We Real team players
Poetry is Stupid and annoying Poetry is like a book with no words Poetry is about nothing and completely nothing Poetry is as important as a dead tree Poetry Is as pointless as a circle (LOL circles don’t have points) Poetry means nothing to me Poetry is Pointless
Sleep, that’s my number one escape The only place I feel the most alive seeing you I look up at the stars and listen to our songs Thinking of everything we use to be Wishing, wishing upon a star That there’s a conversation Where we both admit we miss it all Until then I’ll be lost without knowing And slowly realizing you don’t need me back at all
If you ask me if I love you I would say not anymore I would lie and say that I’ve moved on But I’d go home and lay down, thinking of every moment spent with you And cry my eyes out wishing you were still mine No matter what I say, I’ll never let go Of my love; I’ll hold on forever
Damn, damn boy you fooled me well And I thought you were perfect You broke my heart and took it to hell But you’re still everything I want I’m like a toy play with me good or bad I’ll never break, I’ll be Even better then the old me But I’m not myself without you
If you ask me if I love you I would say not anymore I would lie and say that I’ve moved on But I’d go home and lay down, thinking of every moment spent with you And cry my eyes out wishing you were still mine No matter what I say, I’ll never let go Of my love; I’ll hold on forever
If I had one last opportunity One last shot to make it all right There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do To have you back, to make you mine But only if you could be convinced That I’m worth every second of it All over again So until then
If you ask me if I love you I would say not anymore I would lie and say that I’ve moved on But I’d go home and lay down, thinking of every moment spent with you And cry my eyes out wishing you were still mine No matter what I say, I’ll never let go Of my love; I’ll hold on forever
Love? Two people forever? They fight They yell They make up Nothing they do is good enough What is love? Love is when you can be best friends with that one person, Where you don't care what you look, like when you see them When you stay up all night on the phone, not even saying a word, Just staying on the line for the company Where you wanna be each other's super hero Maybe my perspective of love is different than yours but No matter how either of us put it Love is always gonna matter, Love will always be there, You just got to find that special one to share it all with.
I’m sitting here, looking out of my broken window I don’t know where to go. I’ve been living in a world of fear, trying to find my way back home. So lost inside of myself.
My broken heart is what made me strong. You can try to tell me that I don’t belong. You can try to take everything that I am, try to tear me down. Your voice is like a high pitched volume and I can’t turn off the sound.
Your vicious words won't kill me. Piece by piece, I pick up the remains of my broken heart off the floor. You tried so hard to make me self hate. Your identity used to intimidate me. Not anymore. I’ve grown stronger. My happiness lasts longer.
Sewing my confidence back together, I now appear unbroken. You’ve been trying to break me like I’m a piece of glass. Trying to rip me in half like I’m a piece of paper. I feel no more shame within me.
My pain was caused by you. You’re the one to blame. You can’t hurt me anymore. I’m closer to the clouds where I am. It’s somewhere you’re not balanced enough to stand.
I’ve learned to love again without having to push the ones I care about away. I’ve learned to stop pretending to be okay. My healthy, beating heart is no longer open. I’m stronger than ever. I’m confident, grateful and unbroken.
Poetry is an art of expressions and feelings Poetry is like a tree Poetry is about life Poetry is as important as school Poetry is as pointless as mosquitoes Poetry means understanding Poetry is life
Samantha O'Rourke p6 Poetry is all around us Poetry is like birds flying away freely Poetry is about life’s ups and downs Poetry is as important as freedom of expression Poetry is as pointless as dictatorships Poetry means many different things to different people Poetry is all around us
I am turning 11 years old and I am obsessed with my I-Pod. I am going into 5th grade. I am nervous and scared for turning 11 years old and going into 5th grade. Why should I be going to the Upper School? I am going to 5th grade
Dear America: Of course I didn’t do it. I say I’m innocent. I am Jerry Sandusky, a 67 year-old man with bad intentions. If it helps any, I will tell you I think I’m good person and I’m a well-known college football coach of Penn State. My best friend, Joe Paterno didn’t tell of my diabolical scheme. We always go on charitable golfing trips and rent hotel rooms. I know Joe very well. He tells me I’m a molester, and that a monster. I tell him he keeps terrible secrets. America found out about my horrific and unforgivable actions. They fire me and humiliate me. They want to throw me in jail. Why couldn’t my victims keep their mouths shut? I don’t know what to say. I deny allegations and still claim innocence, even though the whole world knows I am guilty.
It was so nice outside perfect for apple picking. Me and my best friend Thomas would and flirt with girls. We were closer then I was with my older brother at that time.
I am a fourteen year old freshman boy with Bad handwriting, bad acne, bad social skills and a bad attitude. My friend will always sit there and support me.
My best friend was white with blonde hair and blue eyes. On Tuesday we were checking out the chick talking like we were brothers The next day everything CHANGED.
He said “You’re a stupid Jew and u should die” I told him you wont understand, When im gone your gonna miss all of the fun times that we had together. I gave him an apple
I said every time you eat or see an apple you are going to think of me. So he stopped associating with me after… HITLER He said were we worthless and deserved to die.
Final or best poem. Jackie Dalfonso period6 Plush Re-Make. Time is wasted; Life is not worth it. There are too much lies; And no one really cares. I feel and see the pain. What am I doing with my life? Where will I go if I am Fake? I feel dead. People search for me and constantly Hurt me. Depending on the day, I have A mix of emotions. My eyes show the lies and feelings I have. Why do you care? I feel And see pain. I feel dead… I don’t know What my future holds. I don’t know why I am Soo fake. I feel dead. When people find me, I cry, because I know as time goes By I get more Depressed. More and more depressed.
Were So Popular We walk the halls like we own it our noses high in the sky All pretty, preppy and pink, clear skin an all Boyfriends on the football team Gossip aka the ONLY class we would get an A in We Love to dress down We So Popular
Harrison Steins To the tune of Over My Dead Body by Drake chorus what you know about me, it doesn’t matter but you never cared instead, i’ll have to go it alone because i know, i know i can you know ,do you? you need me baby only as i want you baby only ever right through me
i knew she needed me, every day last year, man duh how couldn’t she we all wanted it every single one one of us nu uh she ain’t one of em’ we all party like they want me sooner or later they all go scream o well on to another one long as she better than the first one we can’t have it all and then some you guys need it, i’ll give ya some it happened so fast i don’t know where it came from
ya, you knew us well, mama ya, you ain’t the only real killer i need some time to get the feeling better ya, used to fly everywhere, preppy boy in the sweater all these people really discussing me and her again asking if we be going out again why don’t they mid their own business here again we can talk only if you my real friend man, ya’ll need to stop ignoring me: state lines and get back to your own finds you talk and don’t think i hear through the grapevines but be like me get your priorities fine i just been doing me, I ain’t even care about the world and your family is the only sound you should hear man these people used to know me but now things ain’t getting any better
chorus what you know about me, it doesn’t matter but you never cared instead, i’ll have to go it alone because i know, i know i can you know ,do you? you need me baby only as i want you baby only ever right through me
We real hypocritical.
ReplyDeleteEveryone.
Everywhere.
We real hypocritical. We
know it all. We
Have never made mistakes. We
don’t know you. We
act like we do. we
Know your name.
We don’t know your story. we
Know nothing.
Poetry is finding yourself.
ReplyDeletePoetry is like a published diary
Poetry is emotions spilling out.
Poetry is as important as therapy.
Poetry is as pointless as oxygen.
Poetry means truth.
Poetry is discovering.
Dear Government,
ReplyDeleteOf course I'll move. I am welcome
everywhere else. The bus driver
agrees. My mother says this won't
last long.
I am a thirty-six-year-old women with long
hair and no boyfriend. If this changes your
mind, I have the same hair and eyes
as everyone else.
I see a white girl
who rides the bus everyday like me.
She sits in the front of the bus
because she gets off before me.
Her hair has betrayed her. My body has
betrayed me.
We always look at each other.
I saw her on the bus today.
She didn't look at me today.
So I was convinced she turned
against me.
I didn't know what to do
or say. So I waved bye; she didn't
wave back. I told her she'd regret it.
Poetry is Boring
ReplyDeletePoetry is like learning a second language. Poetry is anything you can imagine.
Poetry is as important to learn to read, write,or spell.
Poetry is like learning math lessons you will never need.
Poetry is symbolism.
Poetry is boring.
Dear The Ones:
ReplyDeleteOf course I’ll go along with it. I’ve packed my dignity
and three packets of hope. You call them
a waste of time. I say I’m gonna need it
throughout my life.
I am a fourteen-year-old boy with athletic ability
and a lot of anger. If it helps any, I will tell you
I like Sunday Football too
and my favorite TV show is ESPN.
We could be best friends if you cared to think.
we probably even like the same girls. A group of you
have alternated to be in my class every year because of:
Interests, Grades. I’ve gotten to know you guys very well.
I secretly tell you guys to jump off a cliff. I bet you are doing the same.
We could be best friends.
I saw you today in Gym class.
we were put in the same group.
“We’re gonna lose this game,” you said, “we have him
on our team. Am I allowed to
switch groups?”
I knew what to say, but it was too mean.
I gave you my packet of hope
and asked you to open it when you got home, told you
if you wait long enough
you’ll realize what a jerk you are.
We Real Conceited
ReplyDeleteThe Football Players
11 On The Turf
We Real Good. We
Dominate Everyone. We
Play The Best. We
Never Lose. We
Hate Practice. We
Curse At Others. We
Show No Sportsmanship. we
lose the title
Mike S (pd. 3)
Jacee C period 7-
ReplyDeleteWe Real Classy
The so-called “Princesses”
In our school, everywhere.
We real classy. We
sit straight. We
Act like ladies. We
are proud. We
Talk major gossip. We
use Daddy’s money. We
Think we are hot. We
are actually quite trashy.
Jake Trotta period 7-
ReplyDeletewe real high. we
real fly.
we real awsome.
we real slug. we
are dope. we
are bros. we
talk smack. we
love us. we
stick together. we
home boyz forever.
Gabriella B (period 3)-
ReplyDeleteWE REAL TALENTED
The Dancers
Fifteen at the studio
We real talented. We
Work hard. We
Point toes. We
Jump high. We
Sweat a lot. We
Challenge ourselves. We
Turn fast. We
Live long.
To pumped up kicks:
ReplyDeleteI’m at a high school track meet.
He’ll look around the track, he won’t tell you his plan.
He’s got an evil little scheme, hanging over his head he’s a devil kid.
Yeah, the ref’s got a shooter gun.
But that don’t matter because he has a cheater plan, and I don’t even know what.
But he’s got it out for you, got it out for you.
[x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, after the gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than a bullet.
Parents work long days.
They’ll be coming home late, yeah they’re coming home late.
And they are bringing me a trophy.
‘Cause I cheated on my race and I won first place.
I’ve waited for a long time.
Yeah I don’t feel bad I just beat out the rest the best.
I reason with my own self,
And say you cheat all the time, you be known as a star, yeah.
[x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, after the gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than a bullet.
[whistling]
[x3]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, after the gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than a bullet.
Abdullah Ahmad period 3
ReplyDeleteWe Real Lazy.
The Video Gamers.
One at the T.V.
We Real Lazy.We
Eat Chips. We
Arrive Late. We
Stay Home. We
Talk Games. We
Think Points. We
Love T.V. We
Sleep Soon
Daniel Quinn Period 4
ReplyDelete“We Real Athletic”
The Baseball players
9 of us on the field
We real athletic. We
Practice hard. We
Hit far. We
Throw swift. We
Field slick. We
Run fast. We
Slide safe. We
Always win.
We Real Slick
ReplyDeleteThe players
So many prowling around the school.
We real slick. We
Smooth talk girls. We
Go out. We
Push girls away. We
Lie to them to get with them. We
Forget their names. We
Hook up. We
Play girls.
Daniella Lagani Per. 7
ReplyDeleteWhy Me?
Dear Mr. Hitler:
I do not like it
in this camp.
I heard from friends that
camps were supposed to be fun.
I am just an eight year old boy
and I forgot what the sun looks like.
I’ve been in dark for as
long as I remember.
My family isn’t here
with me,
I do not know if they are alive.
I miss them very much.
I heard only
a few survive,
Please, Oh, Please
Don’t let me die.
I am a child who,
is imprisoned.
People told me that childhood
was the best time of their lives.
No work, just play
But not for me.
I am locked up
in this camp.
Please, Oh, Please
Just let me live.
Steven Krgin period 6
ReplyDeletePoetry is not fun
Poetry is like a raw egg
Poetry is about your feelings
Poetry is as important as clipping your nails
Poetry means nothing
Poetry is not fun
Poetry is expressing yourself.
ReplyDeletePoetry is like a secret diary.
Poetry is about writing what you feel.
Poetry is as important as doing your homework.
Poetry is as pointless as learning algebra
Poetry means reading and writing poems from different perspectives.
Poetry is a form of art.
To Domino:
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling crazy and free
Like stars are shining on me
You like a dose of energy
I think I'm about to scream
I can feel the tension like it's a chill in the air
Now i'm breathing like your chasin' cause your bringing me there
Don't you know... you make me want to loose control
Ooh Ooh Ooh
We can party all night
Turn this club, skin tight
Boy come on
Hit me like a bass drum
Kickin' up the rhythm
Come on
Rock my night into the daylight
Make this dream the best i've ever owned
Dumb dancing in the dimlight
Turn me up like i'm a stereo
Every minute is a new sight
When we dance, don't ever go to slow
Turn me up like i'm a stereo
You make me loose control
My heart beats out of control
I'm seeing hollywood stars
You play me like a drum
I can feel the tension like a chill in the air
Now i'm breathing like your chasin' cause your bringin' me there
Don't you know.. you make me loose control
Ooh Ooh Ooh
We can party all night
Turn this club, skin tight
Boy come on
Hit me like a bass drum
Kickin' up the rhythm
Come on
Rock my night into the daylight
Make this dream the best i've ever owned
Dum dancing in the dimlight
Turn me up like i'm a stereo
Melanie Straface period 6
ReplyDeleteWe real fake
Anyone.
Anywhere in the world.
We real fake. We
Are actors. We
Talk behind backs. We
Break promises. We
Start drama. We
Use makeup. We
Are insecure. We
Live in denial.
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ReplyDeleteThe wannabes
ReplyDeleteIn every school,Everywhere
We dont act ourselves. We
do things for attention.We
dress like the “cool” kids.We
act like nothings important.We
cover our face with makeup. We
think we're too cool.We
ignore our real friends. We
don't know ourselves anymore.
Mark Menniti
ReplyDeletewe realcool we live in the city
we real cool we have lots of shoes
we real cool cheer in high school
we real cool we teach ELA
we real cool we drive Rabs to school
we real cool we are married to Demetrious
Kyle Lometti period 3....
ReplyDeletePoetry is dumb
poetry is like having to write an essay
poetry is about nothing
poetry is as important learning math
poetry means nothing
poetry is torture
Kevin Alvora- Period 6
ReplyDeletePoetry is a way to express your self
Poetry is like a song
Poetry is about whatever you want it to be about
Poetry is as important as paper
Poetry is as pointless as getting in trouble
Poetry means whatever you want it to mean
Poetry is a way to show how you feel about something
Keith Lometti period 7
ReplyDeletePoetry is boring
Poetry is like reading a pointless and stupid story
Poetry about random and stupid thoughts and ideas
Poetry is as important as nothing because it is not important
Poetry is as pointless as geometry because i don't need it
Poetry means horrible short and confusing
Poetry is the worst thing in ELA
We Real Lazy
ReplyDelete3 million bloggers
We real bored. We
Real alone. We
Share photos. We
Express emotions. We
Real sad. We
Write often. We
Love being social. We
Have feelings.
Mike Gaudreau period 3
ReplyDeleteWe Real Bad News
Three kids
In the back of the classroom
We hate tasks. We
cut class. We
pass notes. We
just gloat. We
don’t work. We
just smirk. We
talk back. We
talk smack. We
ditch school. We’re
just tools.
In Response to the Concentration Camps of the Holocaust:
ReplyDeleteDear Nazis:
Of course I’ll come with you. It’s not
Like I have the choice anyway. I’ve
Packed all my favorite things.
My parents say I have wasted my time.
I am an eight-year-old girl
And I look like everyone I know
I don’t understand why I am
Different
I was walking
From school
Suddenly everyone looks
Different
There is hatred on their faces
When they see me
They yell at me
Horrible, hurtful words
I don’t speak
I turn and run
Until I reach my home
They will regret this.
Poetry is not fun
ReplyDeletePoetry is like trying to find out what is behind broken glass
Poetry is about life
Poetry is as important as painting
Poetry is as pointless as a broken pencil
Poetry means something significant
Poetry is not fun
I am one
ReplyDeleteI have more rolls on my legs
than I have lived days.
My cheeks are as big
as my personality
My eyes are big and wide
filled with curiosity
and momma’s beside me
holding my hand.
I look at the others
whimpering and whining
they’re such babies
I stay quite and wonder
I look around for answers
and momma’s beside me
holding my hand.
My eyes and stomach
widen in harmony
as the big bottle of cold and juicy
apple juice lays before me.
My eyes are wet when I don’t get my way
My eyes are dry when I do
but either way
momma’s beside me
holding my hand.
Dear Stock Market:
ReplyDeleteOf course I’ll sell everything I own. I’ve packed some belongings
in a too small of a sac and my few coins closely to my chest. My banker calls them
lucky change. My conscious knows that lucky disappears quickly
in the 30’s.
I am a thirty one year old man with a sense of arrogance
and a bit vain. If it makes it better, I do say
I have a good sense of charity
and my favorite hobby is spending.
I have a close accountant named Thomas-
we always invested and danced in green. He was rich
and I was middle but it was all still the same:
Thomas and Fred. I know this was just the start of our game.
I tell him he is betting to high. He reminds me that his money out numbers mine.
We’re best friends.
I ran into Thomas today in front of my foreclosure sign.
He peered at it then ran his eyes to inline my own.
“Your poor and dirty,” he said, “your life is nothing but starvation
and guilt! Why did you have to rumble with the bull
and the bear?”
My glassy eyes were clueless as to what I should say next.
I gave him those few coins
And asked him to save it and collect, told him
when the first dollar is made
he’d miss me and my lucky change.
By: Roma Scarano
Richard Hoffberg Period 3
ReplyDeleteWe Real Big
11 On the Field
We hit hard. We
Run fast. We
catch well. We
Tackle well. We
score a lot. We
have fun. We
act mean. We
play football.
Poetry is a way to express a lot of emotion in little words
ReplyDeletePoetry is like a song
Poetry is about anything
Poetry is about as important as any piece of writing
Poetry is as pointless as you make it seem
Poetry means feelings
Poetry is expression of feelings
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ReplyDeleteConor McGillicuddy - Period 3 -
ReplyDeleteThe City
I might be moving to the city soon
Just to find me a good job and get a load of cash
Working so hard
All day and night
Everything’s costly and
Money’s tight
In the backroom, I might clean some desks
As long as my boss keeps signing his checks
Working so hard to get some checks
Working so hard to get some checks
Well I might just get me two cats
But I’d leave their adoring for somebody else
Oh but then I would
Take their kittens
And sell them to
The highest bidder
For some much-needed dough
I would have me some bills
And it would give thrills
That’s why I’m moving to the city
Moving to the city soon
Gonna be a millionaire tycoon
Moving to the city soon
Gonna be a millionaire tycoon
I’m gonna find me a wife
Who loves me so
And live our happy lives together
And we’ll
Get hitched with a
Tiny little ceremony
Just me and her
With our capital high
In the backroom, I might clean some desks
As long as my boss keeps signing his checks
Working so hard to get some checks
Working so hard to get some checks
I’ll stroll along the sidewalk
With my new watch gleaming in the moonlit night
And then I would
Get a cup of coffee
And run to the next bank desk
Check my deposits
And see if any’s left
Numbers are in the red
My bank balance is dead
The City
Moving to the city soon
Gonna be a millionaire tycoon
Moving to the city soon
Gonna end up in the streets real soon
Emulation: "Not Afraid"
ReplyDeleteDon’t be afraid of making decisions
We don’t have the power to see the right visions
We’re just learning to live because we’re still young
We have to stay strong, or our mistakes would’ve stung
You got nothing to lose, still many fish in the sea
Just run around and live free
I want to accomplish things and prove everyone wrong like you do
But you can’t just tell me I can’t because you know I grew
Give me a chance to show you what you already knew
You’re just another challenge that I will gladly push right through
We’re all facing the same troubles
But this isn’t a game you play with doubles
Pick your own choices independently
This is your own role you have to take confidently
Don’t be fake, be real and yourself
Forget the pressure; leave your worries on the shelf
All I’m trying to do is help you in this fight
I’m not saying I’m perfect, but I can see the light
Don’t be afraid of making decisions
We don’t have the power to see the right visions
We’re just learning to live because we’re still young
We have to stay strong, or our mistakes would’ve stung
You got nothing to lose, still many fish in the sea
Just run around and live free
Tory T period 6-
ReplyDeleteWe real tired
The whole school
six in the morning
we sleep late. We
drink coffee. We
sleep all day. We
yawn a lot. We
close our eyes. We
take naps. We
fall asleep soon.
Brian Ganis pd3-
ReplyDeleteEmulation of Dead and Gone by T.I and Justin Timberlake
Have you had a day when your sad and alone
See a group of some guys fighting
From outside your home
And then you wonder why?
There endangering your live
But you change your thoughts
You stay inside
A man gets shot
Your just happy your alive
You're far from the man
That you used to be
Everything is changing
Says your family "B"
They say that they're happy
And glad that I'm good
Everything is changing
Cause your out of the hood
Yo man
I've been doing wrong for so long
Moving up from the world I'm from
Now I'm changing yeah
Changing yeah
Yo man
I've been doing wrong for so long
Moving up from the world I'm from
The old me is changing yeah
Changing yeah
So I look to my right
Now i finally see the light
Then i look to my left
My friends are charged with theft
Next i look to the front
I tell my friends they're being blunt
But they too are changing in side
It's my turn to fix their lives
Sydney Mueller (Period 3) -
ReplyDeleteFourteen
By Sydney Mueller
I am Fourteen
And my mom
Doesn’t trust me
I am confined in my room
Until the end of time
I am Fourteen
And my brother
Helps me
He makes me forget
All of my problems
All of the time
I am Fourteen
And my friends
Try to help me
But they cant
Because they don’t know
All of the time
I am Fourteen
And my family
Tries to guide me
And they’ll make me smile
Until the end of time
We love balls. We
ReplyDeleteJump up and down. We
Wear short shorts. We
Hit balls. We
Smash it hard. We
Fall on the hard floor. We
Get tired. We
Rest. We
Real team players
Poetry is Stupid and annoying
ReplyDeletePoetry is like a book with no words
Poetry is about nothing and completely nothing
Poetry is as important as a dead tree
Poetry Is as pointless as a circle (LOL circles don’t have points)
Poetry means nothing to me
Poetry is Pointless
Matthew Miles period 7
ReplyDelete"We Real Sympathetic"
The kind kids,
The six off the streets,
We real compassionate, We
hold doors, We
talk acts of kindness, We
respect others, We
make eye contact, We
do the right thing.
Sleep, that’s my number one escape
ReplyDeleteThe only place I feel the most alive seeing you
I look up at the stars and listen to our songs
Thinking of everything we use to be
Wishing, wishing upon a star
That there’s a conversation
Where we both admit we miss it all
Until then I’ll be lost without knowing
And slowly realizing you don’t need me back at all
If you ask me if I love you I would say not anymore
I would lie and say that I’ve moved on
But I’d go home and lay down, thinking of every moment spent with you
And cry my eyes out wishing you were still mine
No matter what I say, I’ll never let go
Of my love; I’ll hold on forever
Damn, damn boy you fooled me well
And I thought you were perfect
You broke my heart and took it to hell
But you’re still everything I want
I’m like a toy play with me good or bad
I’ll never break, I’ll be
Even better then the old me
But I’m not myself without you
If you ask me if I love you I would say not anymore
I would lie and say that I’ve moved on
But I’d go home and lay down, thinking of every moment spent with you
And cry my eyes out wishing you were still mine
No matter what I say, I’ll never let go
Of my love; I’ll hold on forever
If I had one last opportunity
One last shot to make it all right
There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do
To have you back, to make you mine
But only if you could be convinced
That I’m worth every second of it
All over again
So until then
If you ask me if I love you I would say not anymore
I would lie and say that I’ve moved on
But I’d go home and lay down, thinking of every moment spent with you
And cry my eyes out wishing you were still mine
No matter what I say, I’ll never let go
Of my love; I’ll hold on forever
Love?
ReplyDeleteTwo people forever?
They fight
They yell
They make up
Nothing they do is good enough
What is love?
Love is when you can be best friends with that one person,
Where you don't care what you look,
like when you see them
When you stay up all night on the phone,
not even saying a word,
Just staying on the line for the company
Where you wanna be each other's super hero
Maybe my perspective of love is different than yours but
No matter how either of us put it
Love is always gonna matter,
Love will always be there,
You just got to find that special one to share it all with.
I’m sitting here, looking out of my broken window
ReplyDeleteI don’t know where to go.
I’ve been living in a world of fear, trying to find my way
back home.
So lost inside of myself.
My broken heart is what made me strong. You can try
to tell me that I don’t belong.
You can try to take everything that I am, try to tear me down.
Your voice is like a high pitched volume and I can’t turn off the sound.
Your vicious words won't kill me. Piece by piece,
I pick up the remains of my broken heart
off the floor.
You tried so hard to make me self hate.
Your identity used to intimidate me. Not anymore.
I’ve grown stronger. My happiness lasts longer.
Sewing my confidence back together, I now
appear unbroken. You’ve been trying to break me like
I’m a piece of glass. Trying to rip me in half like I’m a
piece of paper. I feel no more shame within me.
My pain was caused by you. You’re the one to blame. You
can’t hurt me anymore. I’m closer to the clouds where I am.
It’s somewhere you’re not balanced enough to stand.
I’ve learned to love again without having to push the ones I
care about away. I’ve learned to stop pretending to be okay.
My healthy, beating heart is no longer open. I’m stronger
than ever. I’m confident, grateful and
unbroken.
We real smart.
ReplyDeleteWe study a lot.
The 20 of us
We real smart
We study hard. We
Get good grades. We
pass tests. We
Do well. We
act nice. We
Graduate. We
go to college.
Nick Nelson Pd 6.
ReplyDelete"We Real Cool"
The druggies
12 in the street corner
We real cool. We
Ditch school. We
Don’t read. We
Smoke weed. We
Real fly. We
Get high. We
Sniff coke. We
Are dope.
Poetry is an art of expressions and feelings
ReplyDeletePoetry is like a tree
Poetry is about life
Poetry is as important as school
Poetry is as pointless as mosquitoes
Poetry means understanding
Poetry is life
Samantha O'Rourke p6
ReplyDeletePoetry is all around us
Poetry is like birds flying away freely
Poetry is about life’s ups and downs
Poetry is as important as freedom of expression
Poetry is as pointless as dictatorships
Poetry means many different things to different people
Poetry is all around us
Nick F. Period 3
ReplyDelete"We Real Smart"
The teacher's pets.
3 at the front of the class.
We real smart. We
Love art. We
Work hard. We
Study cards. We
Wear plaid. We
Never bad. We
Ask questions. We
Are Freshmen.
We real peppy
ReplyDeleteThe peppy girls.
Sixteen in the gym.
We real obnoxious. We
Are flexible. We
Are loud. We
Are strong. We
Are encouraging. We
Are positive.
Peppy season. We
Are fake
We Real Classy
ReplyDeleteThe Guidettes
Four from Jersey Shore
We real classy. We
Speak sassy. We
Curse loud. We
Too proud. We
Drink beer. We
Can’t steer. We
Crash cars. We
Die hard.
J.T. Scapperotti
ReplyDeletePeriod 7
We real athletic
The athletes
30 on the field
we real fun. we
play sports. we
slamdunk. we
touchdown. we
strikeout. we
air ball. we
get hurt. we
then retire
I am turning 11 years old
ReplyDeleteand I am obsessed with my I-Pod.
I am going into 5th grade.
I am nervous and scared for turning 11 years old and going into 5th grade.
Why should I be going to the Upper School?
I am going to 5th grade
nick campo period 7
ReplyDeletewe real street
we got meat
we got heat
we can beat
we real sweet
we got cleate
we real street
Dear America: Of course I didn’t do it. I say I’m innocent.
ReplyDeleteI am Jerry Sandusky, a 67 year-old man with bad intentions. If it helps any, I will tell you I think I’m good person and I’m a well-known college football coach of Penn State.
My best friend, Joe Paterno didn’t tell of my diabolical scheme. We always go on charitable golfing trips and rent hotel rooms. I know Joe very well.
He tells me I’m a molester, and that a monster. I tell him he keeps terrible secrets.
America found out about my horrific and unforgivable actions. They fire me and humiliate me. They want to throw me in jail. Why couldn’t my victims keep their mouths shut?
I don’t know what to say. I deny allegations and still claim innocence, even though the whole world knows
I am guilty.
Brandon Antolino
ReplyDeleteHolocaust
It was so nice outside perfect for apple picking.
Me and my best friend Thomas would and flirt with girls.
We were closer then I was with my older brother at that time.
I am a fourteen year old freshman boy with
Bad handwriting, bad acne, bad social skills and a bad attitude.
My friend will always sit there and support me.
My best friend was white with blonde hair and blue eyes.
On Tuesday we were checking out the chick talking like we were brothers
The next day everything CHANGED.
He said “You’re a stupid Jew and u should die”
I told him you wont understand,
When im gone your gonna miss all of the fun times that we had together.
I gave him an apple
I said every time you eat or see an apple you are going to think of me.
So he stopped associating with me after…
HITLER
He said were we worthless and deserved to die.
Yumi. R Period 3
ReplyDeleteWe Real Sad
The Lost Souls
Who knows how many
We real sad. We
Die fast. We
Haunt homes. We
Just bones. We
Take lives. We
Can't cry. We
Go insane. We
Die in vain.
Life Fast Forward
ReplyDeleteI am fourteen
I have too many
things going on
I always take more
I will handle it
on my own
I don’t need help
Sports, clubs, school, friends
all of it
one big plate
I have support
family, coaches,teachers, friends
I feel more grown up than ever
I feel busy
I’m preparing now
for the rest of my life
Final or best poem. Jackie Dalfonso period6
ReplyDeletePlush Re-Make.
Time is wasted;
Life is not worth it.
There are too much lies;
And no one really cares.
I feel and see the pain.
What am I doing with my life?
Where will I go if I am
Fake? I feel dead.
People search for me and constantly
Hurt me. Depending on the day, I have
A mix of emotions.
My eyes show the lies and feelings
I have.
Why do you care? I feel
And see pain. I feel dead…
I don’t know
What my future holds.
I don’t know why I am
Soo fake.
I feel dead.
When people find me,
I cry, because I know as time goes
By I get more
Depressed. More and more depressed.
Sam o'Rourke period 6 final poem :
ReplyDeleteWere So Popular
We walk the halls like we own it our noses high in the sky
All pretty, preppy and pink, clear skin an all
Boyfriends on the football team
Gossip aka the ONLY class we would get an A in
We Love to dress down
We So Popular
We are better
ReplyDeletethirteen in the pack
we real cool. we
chant cheers. we
real preppy. we
dress in uniforms. we
real popular. we
flirt with all the boys. we
are the teachers pet. we
are higher maintenance. we
are upper class. we
are attention cravers
Harrison Steins
ReplyDeleteTo the tune of Over My Dead Body by Drake
chorus
what you know about me, it doesn’t matter
but you never cared
instead, i’ll have to go it alone
because i know, i know i can
you know ,do you? you need me baby
only as i want you baby
only ever right through me
i knew she needed me, every day last year, man
duh how couldn’t she
we all wanted it every single one one of us
nu uh she ain’t one of em’
we all party like they want me
sooner or later they all go scream
o well on to another one
long as she better than the first one
we can’t have it all and then some
you guys need it, i’ll give ya some
it happened so fast
i don’t know where it came from
ya, you knew us well, mama
ya, you ain’t the only real killer
i need some time to get the feeling better
ya, used to fly everywhere, preppy boy in the sweater
all these people really discussing me and her again
asking if we be going out again
why don’t they mid their own business here again
we can talk only if you my real friend
man, ya’ll need to stop ignoring me: state lines
and get back to your own finds
you talk and don’t think i hear through the grapevines
but be like me get your priorities fine
i just been doing me, I ain’t even care about the world
and your family is the only sound you should hear
man these people used to know me but now things ain’t getting any better
chorus
what you know about me, it doesn’t matter
but you never cared
instead, i’ll have to go it alone
because i know, i know i can
you know ,do you? you need me baby
only as i want you baby
only ever right through me
I am so impressed! Keep up the great work!
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