miércoles, 7 de febrero de 2007

Source: poemhunter.com
Author: Jasmine
Type of poem: Ballad

I lost(my poem from poemhunter)
by Jasmine

I lost the boyfriend I had.
He made me very sad
I couldn't get mad.

He made me love him so much,
I still feel his touch.
Running down my back
Something that he lacks.

I figured out I can't live without him.
His soul completes me.
But I have to except thee

I lost him because of a girl,
She really makes me hurl.
She is the type I hate
The one you can not break.

He made me so lonely
He was just a phony.
But in my heart I still like him
Even though he did me wrong.

I hate to cry right now,
But its bad to cry over a man
Which I don't really understand
Because he wasn't a real man

Which I am saying that he wasn't strong
To stay with me that long.
He listened to his friends
Instead of what he felt inside

So he is no longer here
And no longer there
Lets just say he is not anywhere
In my world even though I still love him.

sábado, 3 de febrero de 2007

Hey Mrs. Basham, here is another ballad poem.

Source: www.song-lyric.net
Author: Ludicruis and Mary J. Blige
Type of poem: Ballad

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and aint never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats til end]++
Author: Maria Alvarado
Type of poem: Epithaph

Poor, Poor Ana

There lies Ana
Who got slaped by her nana
Then she got squashed by a banana
Poor, Poor Ana
Know she is in the Glory
And that was the end of her story.

miércoles, 31 de enero de 2007

Mrs. Basham here is my Epitaph poem.

Author: Maria Alvarado
Type of poem: Epitaph

Maria was a cheerleader
The funny thing was that she wasn't a leader
She was a flyer
By being a top liar
She sliped down
And that was the end of her round.
Ocean Breeeze

Love is like the Ocean Breeze, slow but cold
And when is strong, it holds you on
Never too weak to let you leave
Strong enough to break you apart
Love is like the Ocean Breeze
In a certain place and at a certain pace
Once it starts it can never end
Love is like the Ocean Breeze, slow but cold

Author: Maria Alvarado
Type of poem: Free Verse
XXXVII

If love is action, I am but a bland_and apathetic testament to hate;_I lie before I ever take a stand,_and plan to die before I procreate._If love is patience, I will win the day,_for time is on the side of those who wait_in silent expectation of the stray_and misdirected arrows of their fate._If love is made of mutual desire,_I lust for her who shares my ardent thirst_to claim my fill of romance, and retire_to years no longer by this question cursed–_alone together, basking in her glow,_with only our contentedness to show.
–G.B., stationary minstrel

Source:www.sonnetwriters.com
Author: G.B., stationary ministrel
Type of poem: Sonnet

lunes, 29 de enero de 2007

Mrs. Basham did you know that PINK is the most beautiful color ever existed. (jk) Here is my free verse poem, hope you like it

Source:www.netpoets.com/teenlife
Author: Christelle Duvenage
Type of poem: Free Verse

Nothing Girl
by Christelle Duvenage
Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.

Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!

The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find.

God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,
then so be it!

Maria Alvarado
( PINK ROXS )