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Life is a risk and you are a risk taker my friend.

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Life is a risk and you are a risk taker my friend.

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

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https://youtu.be/Eu_Gl0woeOw

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Student's viral poem asks 'Why am I not good enough?'

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If you always try your best
Then you'll never have to wonder
About what you could have done
If you summoned all your thunder

And if your best
Was not as good
As hoped it would be,
You still could say,
"I gave today
All that I had in me."
By: Barbara Vance

I chose this poem,because it is a self reminder to me that I should try my best during online school. Online school may be a bit tricky, but I should try my best to complete assignments on time so I wont regret anything.
-Naima Grade 7

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Poem is a writing you can put all your feelings in
Only by feelings  a masterpiece can be made
Even in the sad days a poem can help
My mind can be free in writing all my thoughts

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love food
eat chicken
fried chicken is yum
chicken nuggets is also yum
eat chicken
dont be vegan

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I know you think I got it all figured out
'Cause I walk around like my head's in the clouds
But I'm just a boy with his heart pouring out of his head
I wish that you could see the pain that I've seen
And all of the times I spent being not me

I hope you know that it's not always happy in my head
'Cause I don't know
The perfect road to go down
But I know

I'm trying my best
I'm trying my best to be okay
I'm trying my best but every day it's so hard

And I'm holding my breath
I'm holding my breath 'til I can say
All of the words I wanna say from my heart

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Eyes blue like that atlantic

And im going like the titanic

Eyes hazel, sweet and dynamic

And im going down like the titanic

Eyes red, vast and volcanic

But im going down like the titanic

Eyes yellow, shining and diming

And im going down like the titianic

Eyes white, calm and angelic

But im going down like the titanic

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you stare at her graceful presence.
you smile as she sits gracefully.
her lushes brown hair flowing in the wind,
like the scene from titanic.
she's perfect and everything you've been wanting and waiting for in a girl.
you plan dates and fun things together,
i helped you plan them,
i can really tell you love her so much.
i am happy for her.
but something i don't tell you is,
i love you so much,
and i wish i were heather

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winter fire
Your hair is winter fire,

January ambers.

My heart burns there too

Eyes hazel and brown,

Hair lushes and long.

My heart burns there too.

The smell of his cologne,

A hint of mint and wood.

My heart burns there too.

I hope you understand,

That wherever you are,

My heart burns there too.
-E 8

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what do you define love as?
giving affection to one another?
showing that you care about them even more then you care about others?
This is how i define love,
love is just a transaction.
It comes and it goes.
There are many people in our lives who seems to define us.
My love, and his love.
Love isn’t always about romantic gestures, its about trust.
Trust is the most important thing in our lives.
Without trust, there is no love.
-A (grade 8)

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At the end of the day, the sun will set
and that's when you know you tried your best
but if you haven't accomplished anything yet
don't worry the sun will rise tomorrow

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In many days
when you struggle
you have to get back up
and never give up

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But to act, that each to-morrowFind us farther than to-day.Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.In the world’s broad field of battle,In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb, driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife!Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act,—act in the living Present!Heart within, and God o’erhead!Lives of great men all remind usWe can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind usFootprints on the sands of time;Footprints, that perhaps another,Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing, shall take heart again.Let us, then, be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But to act, that each to-morrowFind us farther than to-day.Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.In the world’s broad field of battle,In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb, driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife!Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act,—act in the living Present!Heart within, and God o’erhead!Lives of great men all remind usWe can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind usFootprints on the sands of time;Footprints, that perhaps another,Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing, shall take heart again.Let us, then, be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait

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The sun never says
Even
After
All this time
The sun never says to earth
"you owe me"

Look
What happens
With love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky.

I choose this poem because once i read it i realised that it is true, no matter what day what year the sun gives us light because the sun loves us. -Bianca Grade 7-

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Another kinda cool quote i found on the internet this time - Julia grade 7

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Another kinda cool quote i found on the internet this time - Julia grade 7

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"Since I got the call, no more Saul; now I'm Paul"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coHKdhAZ9hU
(if your not christian you will have no idea what i'm talking about btw)

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madina, chloe RR, karsten - GRADE 9

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I’m just orbiting you
I missed you, I lost you
I’m just going in circles
You erased me, you forgot me
- 134340

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yes :)

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Once in my life,
I ate for the first time.
When the feeling of hunger came back,
I was worried that I would never eat again.

I was once warm,
surrounded by love,
When it was cold and freezing,
I was worried that I would never be warm again.

For the first time I saw the night sky,
and I remembered how bright the sun was.
The night was so dark and gloomy,
And I was worried that the sun wouldn't come out again.

From all these fears of the unknown,
I was scared of the absence.
I was scared that it'll always stay the same.
I was scared of the thought that I had lost something.

But in the end,
as the food, the warmth, the sun appear again,
I realized that without the hunger, the cold, the night,
nothing would have existed for us to experience.

Nothing to appreciate,
Nothing to love,
Nothing to be amazed of,
Nothing to live for.

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Great poem by the mourn. Represents the feelings after relationships.

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Great poem by the mourn. Represents the feelings after relationships.

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i carry the sun is a golden bag and the moon in a silver bag -lorena

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i carry the sun is a golden bag and the moon in a silver bag -lorena

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this is a peom about my favorite color. plz enjoy! - Julia grade 7

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this is a peom about my favorite color. plz enjoy! - Julia grade 7

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The color orange

As cool as the sun

Looks like Crayola has finally begun

To realize there is no need for red

Because they have the color orange instead

The mix of red and yellow the same

Who can complain or retain,

The fun feeling I can’t explain

When I use the color orange

For the sake of oranges remain (could not think of anything else lol)

All we have been through

Leads to one conclude

That we all need a color

To make a life come through

For me its color orange

I hope you all agree

It’s a color for boys

But for some reason not for me

Its been my fav since I was three

Never saw it on a tree

Just felt it in my blood

That this was the color for me

The color orange

As cool as the sun

Looks like Crayola has finally begun

To realize there is no need for red

Because they have the color orange instead

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Colors are beautiful and different in every way. Colors can express feelings, and can brighten up some ones day. Bless everybody who reads this poem!

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"Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant" by Emily Dickinson

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"Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant" by Emily Dickinson

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Can there be anything more lovely
Than the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmering in the wind,
Dancing so gracefully.

The strength of her mighty roots
That grows deep into the earth.
She's weathered every stormy gale
For all that she is worth.

Standing tall, resilient
With her branches lifted high,
She refused to bow, to break or bend
But reaches upward to the sky.

The beauty of the strength within
As she held her head up high.
Her strong resilient spirit
Grew wings and learned to fly.

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By Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Evonnie

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i wish to be cradled in the comfort

of my mother’s embrace

how tender, velvety, blissful that must be

i can barely recall the last time i was held

by such a fondness

pure and sweet

WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP

reconnect emotionally

to mind and spirit

from the reverie in which you live

and as the light starts to dim

and the white noise amplifies

you will soon forget to feel

the sensations familiar

the paraphernalia in your mind

reminds you of a life

you never had

and the central conceit

ceases to exist.

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Yeah, life is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these ****** trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away
Due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's fallin' apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-*** **** he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this ***** was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his stuff was purer and he
The type of person swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the ****-riders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the guts to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing people
Based off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these people don't even write they ****
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the ****
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, screw it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old stuff, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets

Conan and Berny

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When seconds pass,
You can only think.
When minutes pass,
You start to do.
When hours pass,
You want to consider
the decisions and thoughts.
When days pass,
You would still remember,
fun, joy, and happiness.
When Months pass,
You would forget about it,
move on, make new joy.
When years pass,
You see finally see it,
the best, and worst you that went this far.
by: Abraham

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sammy, nico, kevin, fabio, G
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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I could skip a heartbeat, and I would survive.
I could be in a car crash and still be alive.
The clouds could fall out of the sky.
The oceans could disappear and all turn dry.

These things in life are all bad, I know,
but there's far worse things, just thought you should know.

Life would not be the same without someone like you.
You're there when I need you to help me through.
Through the good times and through the bad,
Be them happy or be them sad.

I don't have to be with you to know you're there.
We don't have to see each other to know that we care.
We could be apart for years upon end
and still remain the best of friends.

Life goes on, and people change,
And through it all, our friendship shall remain the same.
That's such as life and how things come to be.
Just thought you should know how much you mean to me!

keren, meagan, Shela, chloe Dunn 9P

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it was just a matter of time for him and i

we were star crossed lovers with so much plans for the future; our future; that future we imagined in our heads

with distance separating us, though he was always a call away

he was like the butterfly in my garden; the only one who was able to grasp my attention

so delicate, so beautiful yet so much.

while i was so little almost nothing at all like dust in the wind

it was absurd to feel this much for someone whom i haven’t met for years

though i just couldn’t help but fall much deep into this endless loop of love and joy; the rarest bundle in existence

and life has felt lightweight ever since.

written by belle & rachit

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The World Is Too Much With Us

William Wordsworth - 1770-1850

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Vincent

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i carry the sun in a golden cup and the moon in a silver bag

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i carry the sun in a golden cup and the moon in a silver bag

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-loren

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“Within my heart, there is a bouquet of flowers that blooms toward the glaring sun; its fragrance surpasses that of all the fine wines. The burning scent overflows the chest of a straw man; its fragile conviction would live on for eternities to come.”

This is a poem we picked from a novel and it describes someone’s feelings for the person they love. We picked this one because of the use of imagery.
-Amanda and Bi'i

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clara and karina

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Messer is a book written by Till Lindemann that consists 54 poems inside. The book is originally in German but you can find the translated English version online.
I love this book because I am a fan of Till Lindemann - who is not only a poet but is also a singer-songwriter for one of my favorite band, Rammstein. In this book, the poems are so revealing in their honesty; there's no sugarcoating. Till's writing is very dark, he has a very dark sense of humor and to some, it may be disturbing. But I personally enjoy his work, for all the dark imagery he uses, and his phrasing is absolutely wonderful. Inside the book, there are also photos that seem to represent a feeling that you are trapped  in a world of manakins, and that you are exploring life outside the norm for the first time.
One of my favorite poem from Messer is "Meine Mutter ist blind" which means "My Mother is blind", the poem goes:
Akne und Rosazea liefen Hand in Hand
über meine zarte Haut
über unberührtes Land
und haben es im Streich verbrannt

Mein Vater spricht zu mir
liebes Kid glaub jetzt und hier
die Frau die dich zum Manne nimmt
ist selber häßlich oder blind

In den Spiegel seh ich nicht
ich trag die Fackel im Gesicht
ich bin einsam doch nicht allein
Akne und Rosazea werden immer bei mir sein

If translated to English:
Acne and rosacea rush hand in hand
Over my tender skin
Over untouched country
And burns it as a childish prank

My father says to me
"Dear child, believe here and now:
The woman who takes you for a husband
Will, herself, be ugly or blind."

In the mirror I do not see;
I carry a torch upon my face
I am lonely, but not alone -
Acne and rosacea are always there for me.

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Ashes fills the land,
The hell we formed robs our greens,
When will we realize?

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The first poem is about how I am driving myself and the second poem is about what I believe, which is one of the reasons I am myself.

*Rise*
By: Sagar Yadav

I will rise
After every fall.
I will rise
And stand tall.

I will rise
Over the wall.
I will rise
Above them all.

Like the sun,
Which never dies.
Though sets every night,
Every day it does rise.

Like the ocean
Whose tides
Many times they are down,
But invariably they rise.

Like the trees,
From seeds they arise,
And heights great
They rise and rise.

After falling once,
Twice and thrice,
Again and again
I will rise and rise.

I will rise
After every fall.
After every fall
I will rise.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-will-rise

Shared by Kezia

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This poem portrays such simplicity, derived from the age-old "roses are red" poem iterated to suit current humour standards. Despite being so short, the poem is effective in achieving the humoristic standards of today, "Microwave", having no correlation the piece whatsoever, making it a surprise hence the haha factor

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My poetry poem by: Matthew Oliver Muniz Diaz

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My poetry poem by: Matthew Oliver Muniz Diaz

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Lost in conversation
Just talking to yourself
All the dreams are memories
Just sitting on a shelf

Is the road just winding
Or have you reached the end
What’s definite is change

That awaits around the bend
Is this just a chapter
Or maybe the whole book
Is there more to learn
On the path that others took

Only you can answer
The questions that you pose
And if the path ahead
Differs from the one you chose

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A favorite of Ms. Bry's... Thoreau embarked on a two-year experiment in 1845, when he moved to a small house in the woods, to see if he could discern what he really wanted and needed out of life. He wrote a lot of poetry and published the famous manuscript "Walden, or life in the woods" about his experience. He was known as a transcendentalist: a person who believes we all have knowledge about ourselves (which is beyond what our senses tell us) and that being in nature can help us connect to that inner knowing :)

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I have completed my life's goal,
I have arrived in the place I dreamt the most,
A place none could ever imagine,
The fresh brunt breeze counteracts with the gleaming radiance of my lord,
The screeches of children brings joy to my heart,
The agony and torment of people arouses me,
I worked hard for this position,
I deserve a place here,
For the blood, sweat, and tears I felt,
For the countless live's I took,
My dream has finally come true,
I'm safe now, in a place like home,
Welcome to HELL

Combined Effort from Shen, Maxi, and Rafie 9P

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On hiding behind metaphors...

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Poetry doesn't have to rhyme...