Whirlpool

The water in a pool really does glisten
But when it tells its story people never listen
Some may hear its lessons swishin'
But they will never know what they're missin'

Poetry Mountain

Working hard on this poetic climb
Just like mama said
Thinking of rhymes all the time
They're always stuck in my head

Sandy Shores

The sand beneath my feet
The morning sun beating down
I feel like the king of this court
And there's no one I can't beat

In the Pool

I want to win no doubt about it,
So to the pool I go.
There's nothing better than feeling fit,
This I surely know.

Through the water I slice,
As I jump in I'm free.
The hours in the gym just don't suffice,
In the pool I feel like me.

RESPECT

Reason
Equality
Showing
Positivity
Expectations
Co-operation
Truthfulness
                 RESPECT

The city

City lights shine bright.
No matter how dark the night
Like an orange night light.

The real deal

when you see a racoon from afar
it looks like some thing good to pet.
But up close
you'll want to run with
fear of your safety, so next time
look threw the
Surface.



(free verse I tried to copy the red wheel barrow poem)

Old mill hill

The old mill hill starts out flat

                                                   but it

                                                                does

                                                                             slowly 

                                                                                          grade

                                                                                                  downwards

                                                                                                               though

                                                                                                                      at the

                                                                                                                           end it 

                                                                                                                                D

                                                                                                                                d

                                                                                                                                d

                                                                                                                                 r

                                                                                                                                 r

                                                                                                                                o

                                                                                                                                o

                                                                                                                                o

                                                                                                                                o

                                                                                                               p   p     p   p    p   p

                                                                                                            s    s          s s    s       s

                                                                                                                  !   !         !             ! !

The seep in

I'm very tired.
The resilience  wears  out.
Tiredness    has        seeped           in.

Swaying in the dark

Trees sway in the wind.
They brush each others heads to
whisper their good nights.

Delights

Carries on the tree
so ripe and so delicious
I'd pick them all day

Penmanship

Righting

delicate,decisive

caring,timing,thinking

subtle,sliding,harsh,loud 

scrawling,scratching,whipping

ferocious,randome

scribbling

The day

Good morning, good morning I say to you
Theres another long day that we must get threw
If you are still drowsy then its time to wake
because the days bus is what you must take

There could be laughter, there could be some fun
do what you want until the day is done
You could do anything make it Happ'n
just do your chores or mom will be slapp'n

Then you can come home and enjoy your night
let your eye lids fall and close nice and tight
seep into those waves of sleepy delight
and dream all your dreams through out the black flight.

So now you know what you must
Get on with it you lazy poo!

The way of things

A flame is like a life ,
at first it roars with energy.
then it crackled along merrily,
for a while before it wears thin.
But it keeps its warm glow all the way up,
until the light turns to a flicker
until the roar turns to a splutter
until the flame turns to coal and
               winks out.

The change

boy

restless,excitable

questing,jumping,partying

playing, smiling,stone faced,working

controlling,walking, thinking

disciplined,strength

MAN

Quatrain

I just went on my blog
even though the internet service was clogged
you might  ask why I went threw all this pain
its so I could post this awesome Quatrain.


This is the first poem that I'll be posting on my blog!!!