Poetry Wall by Yvonne Hunt

Click on the "plus sign" in the bottom right corner and make a text box so you can post your poem on the wall. Make sure you include the title, the author's name and your name. It is public so spelling does count.

yhunt1 — 2019-04-04 13:18:42 UTC

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;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.

2019-04-04 14:58:39 UTC

- Robert Frost

from Ryan
Hi ✋✋✋

Spider by Shel Silverstein

2019-04-04 17:27:52 UTC

“A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years...”

Cole

Spider by Shel Silverstein“A spider lives inside my headWho weaves a strange and wondrous webOf silken threads and silver stringsTo catch all sorts of flying things,Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smilesAnd specks of dried-up tears,And dust of dreams that catch and clingFor years and years and years...”

2019-04-04 17:35:50 UTC

Short Poem

2019-04-04 17:36:17 UTC

Be happy
You will get
What you like most
You will be
What you like best

this is Xander by the way.

Not the Wind

2019-04-04 17:37:21 UTC

Your body filled with a dreadful chill,
Stared at your desk, and the white old quill.
Windy night, the quill moved slight,
You turned the switch, seeking light.

No light came, the bulb was dead,
You thought of going back to bed.
Suddenly noticed, quill moved slight,
You approached, with all your might.

Not the wind, window was closed,
Heart raced, a message exposed.
You read in horror, ink was red,
"Not the wind, go back to bed!"
-AnitaPoems.com
Megan

2019-04-04 17:42:01 UTC

Andrew

My Baby Brother

2019-04-04 17:43:03 UTC

My baby brother is so small, he hasn't even learned to crawl. He's only been around a week, and all he seems to do is bawl and wiggle, sleep... and leak.

By: Jack Prelutsky

Fishing by:Joe Mohr

2019-04-04 17:44:18 UTC

i know that you're hating
this baiting and waiting

wishing that fishing
were more entertaining

but if you dont learn
to patiently wait

you may hate your fate
when i make you the bait!

Thomas

sick

2019-04-04 17:48:40 UTC

shel silverstein “I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke—
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
Joshua

Avocados

2019-04-04 17:52:57 UTC

Sometimes
the shortest poems
are the hardest
to write.

Change one word
and the whole poem
AVOCADOS
-Atticus

I Don't Want to go to School

2019-04-04 17:53:39 UTC

I don't want to go into school today; Mum,
I don't feel like school work today.
Oh, don't make me go to school today, Mum
Oh, please let me stay home and play.

But you must go to school, my cherub, my lamb,
If you don't it will be a disaster,
How would they manage without you, my sweet,
After all you are the headmaster!

by: Calin McNoughton
Nate Yetman MIS. Liver

Man On The Moon

2019-04-04 20:16:33 UTC

The man on the moon,
Has made his own tune.

About a cartoon,
Named June,
Who had a balloon,
That was in a monsoon,
then looked at the man on the Moon
By:Simon Roy

Asher

2019-04-04 20:46:06 UTC

Some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
from what I've tasted of desire
a hold with those who favor fire.
but if it had two perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction Ice
is also great

And would suffice.

By Robert Frost

Early Bird

2019-04-04 20:49:19 UTC

Oh, if your a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate
If you're a bird, be an early early bird-
But if you're a worm, sleep late

-Shel Silverstein
Alivia Barnes

2019-04-04 20:52:03 UTC

In Summer
Axel soderberg

how not to have to dry the dishes

2019-04-04 21:05:58 UTC

If you have to dry the dishes
(Such an awful, boring chore)
If you have to dry the dishes
('Stead of going to the store)
If you have to dry the dishes
And you drop one on the floor-
Maybe they won't let you
Dry the dishes anymore
-Shel Silverstein
Brianna Teixeira

Branden

2019-04-04 22:58:07 UTC

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Warm Summer Sun. By: Mark Twain

2019-04-04 23:34:39 UTC

Warm summer sun,
    Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
    Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
    Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
    Good night, good night.

Shared by Ayla (Mrs. Lyver's Class)

My Best Friend By Unknown

2019-04-04 23:39:56 UTC

Always happy to see me

Showers me with kisses,

That's how I know I'm the one he misses.

When I've had a bad day

He doesn't ask why,

He just cuddles close

In case I need a good cry.

We love goofing around

And having fun at play,

We make time for that

every single day.

So, it's not hard to see,

Maybe you've guessed,

My dog is not just my friend,

He is the best!

-Christine Ribeiro

Spring

2019-04-05 12:35:09 UTC

By: Brady Livingston

As I walk through a grassy field
Lots of little plants I have found
The little plants do not yield
As they sprout up out of the ground.

Lincoln, mrs J

2019-04-05 12:47:27 UTC

Rainbow Teacher by Joanna Fuchs.

A good teacher
is a brilliant light,
illuminating the prism of life,
revealing to students
a rainbow of possibilities.

Britney Cole, Mrs. Jacobson's class.

2019-04-05 12:47:40 UTC

Be happy!
the sun is out,
go outside,
go have fun,
listen to the soft birds sing in the summers air!

Branden, Mrs Jacobson

2019-04-05 12:47:43 UTC

Alexia Ahonen Mrs.j

2019-04-05 12:47:45 UTC

The road not taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both but be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the wanted wear though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black Oh! I kept the first for another day yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged and I-I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Lily McNamara Jacobson

2019-04-05 12:47:46 UTC

A Patch Of Old Snow
By Robert Frost

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

Corinne Wanat (Mrs. Jacobson)

2019-04-05 12:47:49 UTC

our memories of
the ocean
will linger on
long after
our footprints
in the sand
are gone
-poem by unknown-

James Mrs.Jacobson

2019-04-05 12:47:54 UTC

Spring Flowers
I see plants coming alive, as they poke their heads up they know its spring, winter has come to a long awaited end.

Sahir Shahid - Jacobson

2019-04-05 12:47:59 UTC

The sun is scorching
The water is burning
An inferno is blazing
the children are waiting for thier cold treats.
I am ready to get out of this heat.
So be vary or be ready to be interiged.

Hannah Maclachlan-Mrs. J

2019-04-05 12:48:03 UTC

Delaney, Mrs J

dhemeon2025 — 2019-04-05 12:48:13 UTC

Meghan, Mrs. J

2019-04-05 12:48:41 UTC

Matthew Cote, Mrs J

2019-04-05 12:48:45 UTC

Emma Moynihan (Jacobson)

2019-04-05 12:49:17 UTC

Gracie Loewen; Jacobson

2019-04-05 12:50:02 UTC

-Natasha Ashwe

2019-04-05 12:51:14 UTC

school

2019-04-05 13:44:53 UTC

by Shel Silverstein
hail rain
heat and snow
these are reasons not to go

2019-04-05 13:46:39 UTC

Evie Ellison (Mrs.Jacobson)

LiAm RuSsElL

liamrussell2025 — 2019-04-05 14:01:00 UTC

TATE (Mrs. Lyver)

2019-04-05 14:01:31 UTC

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think i know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice
By:Robert Frost

SoReN VaSqUeZ (MrS. LyVeR)

2019-04-05 14:01:37 UTC

Kaylee Shaw (Mrs.Lyver)

2019-04-05 14:02:09 UTC

The Loser by Shel Silverstein
Mama said I'd lose my head
If is wasn't fastened on.
Today I guess is wasn't
'Cause while playing with my cousin
It fell off and rolled away
And now it's gone

And I can't look for it
'Cause my eyes are in it,
And I can't call to it
'Cause my mouth is on it
(Couldn't hear me anyway
'Cause my ears are on it),
Can't even think about it
'Cause my brain is in it.
So I guess I'll sit down
On this rock
And rest for just a minute....

Donovan Hegner (Mrs. Lyver )

2019-04-05 14:02:16 UTC

Isabelle Sullivan

2019-04-05 14:02:29 UTC

Noah Reid LY

2019-04-05 14:02:31 UTC

Angelina Varao (Mis.Lyver)

2019-04-05 14:02:31 UTC

Cameron Wightman HR:Lyver

2019-04-05 14:02:56 UTC

Dark
The light is fading
The blackness is walking toward me the room is full of scariness
its going through me
I feel like i'm diving through a dark hole
The darkeness is about to attack
i'm not scared i'm
frightend
and now its just black

Aubrie Schwager (lyver)

2019-04-05 14:03:29 UTC

Bella Hunt

2019-04-05 14:03:49 UTC

(Lyver)

Emilie Crohan (Mrs.Lyver)

2019-04-05 14:04:03 UTC

I saw the ice and it looked scary at first ¨will it crack?¨ I was a bit afraid but wanted to try it soooooo bad! so I gathered up my courage and stepped on the ice.It was slippery and hard to balance at first , but as I moved it got easier until...I fell hard but it didn´t hurt so I got up and started agian (fast forward to now) I spun I lept and I was so happy to skate this good!

cooper barletta (mrs.lyver)

2019-04-05 14:04:06 UTC

Caylin Scott - Lyver

2019-04-05 14:04:09 UTC

Lily Miller -Lyver

lmiller20251 — 2019-04-05 14:04:53 UTC

The years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by

People I loved,
Have come and gone,
But the world never stopped
and we never carried on

Life wasn't easy
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered
Times I just didn't care

I stood on my own
And I still found my way
Through some nights filled with tears
And the dawn of new days

And now with old age,
It became very clear
Things I once found important
Were not why I was here

And how many things,
That I manages to buy,
Were never what made me
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed
Would be the true measure
Of how I succeeded

And how much I shared
of my soul and my heart
Would ultimately be
What set me apart

And what's really important
Is my opinion of me
And whether or not
I'm the best I can be

And how much more kindness
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go

"What's Important About Life" by Pat A. Fleming

Quinn Martin (Mrs.Lyver)

2019-04-05 14:06:07 UTC

Poem
Splash by Quinn Martin

¨We¨

¨Wo who¨

I hear as I walk up to the boardwalk

With my dad,my brother Patrick

And my neighbor Allie.

It was all of our first time jumping.

All three of us were really scared

¨Why am I so scared to jump I have jumped off the roof of a boathouse in Lake George when I was six now I am ten¨

I thought.

As another kid dose her sixth jump.

My dad decides to jump so we would jump

So i decided to jump

air goes up my face

and though my hair

¨Ahh-¨

Splash

Aubrie Schwager (Lyver)

2019-04-05 14:08:32 UTC

Family

There are many ways to describe family
Family are the people who are always by your side
They are the people who care about you
The people you make memories with
Family aren't just people you relate to by blood
But the people who are always in your heart

-Aubrie

2019-04-05 14:39:25 UTC

The Perfect cup of Cocoa (Mrs. Lyver)
Author: Unknown
Izzy Sullivan

Lemonade

2019-04-05 14:45:06 UTC

Summer's the time.
For lemonade.
We'll have some here.
That mother made.
Lets t sip it.
The nice cool shade.
until summer's heat.
begin's to fade.

-karen Mcgilphen

Donovan hegner Mrs Ly

2019-04-05 15:36:53 UTC

k

2019-04-05 15:40:53 UTC

Matejah Champagne

2019-04-05 16:03:29 UTC

We cry over
Friends we will never have back
People we once loved
Bridges that have been burnt.
But there's a reason
The past is in the past.
You only have so much room
in your life,
Save it
For people that deserve it.
Chances are,
If someone's in the past,
They deserve to stay there.
-A.M.

2019-04-05 16:10:08 UTC

Be careful who you trust... the devil was once an angel.

just me the ball and the basket

2019-04-05 17:45:16 UTC

Just Me, the Ball, and the Basket

It’s just me, the ball, and the basket

The crowd may roar

The players may talk trash

The officials may blow their whistles

But I don’t hear them

It’s a free shot

No hands waving in my face

No opponents diving and reaching

at me

No twenty

four second clock ticking

No eager teammates waiting for a pass I can’t make

It’s just me, the ball, and the basket

I slowly raise the ball

Roll it sweetly off my fingertips

Watch its rainbow arc

Swish
-Anonymous

Savannah Azoff

My heart is locked, With so much pain, Black tear drops, Leaves a puddle, With a memory, That’s hiding from space, Stocked away, Behind my soul, Shattered to pieces, With nowhere to go, Locked away, To never get out, To see the good side, Of my broken heart

2019-04-05 20:01:40 UTC

Jack mrs. Hunt

jbateman20251 — 2019-04-08 12:27:56 UTC

The air is alive with peepers and birds. You can smell the dirt. Bees are busy in the meadows. The cow's bellies are fat with calves. They walk slow and slay from side to side.

Craig Crist-vans

Arianna Mrs.Hunt

2019-04-08 12:28:48 UTC

Crickets
Talk
In the tall
Grass
All
Late summer
Long.
When
Summer
Is gone,
The dry
Grass
Whispers
Alone.

Bryce Sawyer

2019-04-08 12:31:14 UTC

My dog does my homework
at home every night.
He answers each question
and gets them all right.
There's only one problem
with homework by Rover.
I can't turn
in work
That's been slobbered all over

by Kenn Nesbitt

2019-04-08 12:32:40 UTC

Will Lodge

Delaney Hemeon - Jacobson

dhemeon2025 — 2019-04-08 16:28:02 UTC

The homework machine,Oh the homework machine, Most perfect contraption that's ever been seen. Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime, snap on the switch, and in ten seconds' time, your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be. Here it is-"nine plus four" and the answer is "three" Three? Oh me... I guess it's not as perfect as i thought it would be.

Liam McLaughlin

2019-04-08 16:39:30 UTC

No matter how dark it is
right now,
remember the battle
will end,
the sun will rise,
you will find joy.

-Winnie Mathenge

Luke Steele

2019-04-08 16:40:03 UTC

Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a

harmony with the whole.

life, like a child, laughs,
shaking it's rattle of death as it runs

-Rabindranath Tagore

Adi Soderberg

2019-04-09 12:07:57 UTC

Dust of Snow

Hannah Maclachlan-Mrs.J

2019-04-09 12:23:28 UTC

McKenzie

2019-04-09 14:07:56 UTC

Soren

2019-04-09 14:08:45 UTC

A
TALL
OAK TREE
WINDS HOWL
LEAVES SHAKE
ACORNS CLATTER
D
O
W
N
TO THE DRY GROUND

Kierra

2019-04-09 16:18:00 UTC

Boa constrictor Adam Ferreira

2019-04-11 12:40:04 UTC

I'm being eaten by a Boa Constrictor
A Boa Constrictor
A Boa Constrictor
I'm being eaten by a Boa Constrictor
And I don't like it one bit

Whadaya know, it's nibblin' my toe
Oh gee, it's up to my knee
Oh fiddle, it's up to my middle
Oh heck, it's up to my neck
Oh dread, it's upmm-mm-mm-mmfffffffff
-Shel Silverstein-

2019-04-12 17:19:13 UTC

Life is a puzzle by Anonymous

Life is a puzzle,
Sometimes it is tough,
Sometimes it is simple,
Sometimes you find your way,
Sometimes you simply lose your say,
But, everything left per say,
The puzzle has to be solved,
Everyone has to play,
Life is truly a puzzle per say!

Madison Lawrence