Inspired Poetry by Stephanie Day

Rocco

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-02-21 15:16:36 UTC

By:Aliyah Hardesty this poem is about my Dog

I Stand at the Door

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-02-21 15:22:57 UTC

by Aliyah Hardesty

MY Room

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-02-21 15:25:42 UTC

by: Aliyah hardesty

My Sanctuary

laurenallie_621 — 2018-02-21 16:19:40 UTC

by Lauren Allie :) <3

Past and Present

marigo2005 — 2018-02-21 16:31:39 UTC

by: Maya Arigo

My Dad

johnnyminer782 — 2018-02-21 17:28:22 UTC

This poem is about my dad and how my perspective changed on him.

The Hot Dog Poem

oliviald0605 — 2018-02-21 18:29:58 UTC

A Boiling pot
A sparkling grill
A hot pan
And they are waiting just for me

As pink as I am,
As wet as I am,
As gross as I am,
They don't care, they take me as I am!

It doesn't matter what you are,
You have a purpose just like us all!

So smack me on that grill,
throw me in that pot,
or chop me in that pan,
Just help me fulfill my purpose, no matter what it is, or who I am.

People Say

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-02-21 22:07:50 UTC

not all people say these things

Love

laurenallie_621 — 2018-02-22 15:48:14 UTC

This poem is not that good but... I guess I'll post it anyways :)
Love by Lauren Allie

My Room

legocy04 — 2018-03-05 20:52:57 UTC

I like this poem because it was fun and goofy. I think the best poems are the ones that you have the most fun making and reading.

Perspective

BlakeNoelle2004 — 2018-03-05 22:23:33 UTC

This poem is about how my perspective about church changed as I got older. :)

Home (My Room)

BlakeNoelle2004 — 2018-03-05 22:29:49 UTC

This is 'My Journey'

laurenallie_621 — 2018-03-07 17:32:59 UTC

This poem shows how my perspective changed on Journey (My Youth Group) over time. :) Hope you like it! <3

where i'm from.

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-03-07 18:50:21 UTC

it is about my mom.

Where I’m From

ldoveartist — 2018-03-08 14:47:35 UTC

Where I'm From

48mitchell48 — 2018-03-08 19:58:03 UTC

I'm from the great outdoors, from the mud, dirt and tall trees.
I'm from knives, hatchets, guns and from campfires, wood splitting and hammocks.
From football and baseball, Tim Tebow and Manny Machado.
I'm from pizza and gum and playing the drums.
I'm from 13 years in the Bradbury Crew, don't you wish you were too?

The Past is my Present

dwayson14 — 2018-03-09 20:03:43 UTC

Where I’m from

jmcopeland5 — 2018-03-09 21:35:22 UTC

This is my grandfather

I’m from model cars and track and field
From working out while listening to chuck berry
And looking up to dean martin

From getting cavities from fireballs
From acting like Roy Rogers and reading ol yeller
From friends saying it’s swell and being a printer

I’m from the greatest family I could
Ever want.

Where I'm from

BlakeNoelle2004 — 2018-03-09 21:50:24 UTC

Where I am From

legocy04 — 2018-03-12 16:25:16 UTC

From Legos to bubble gum

From cats for collecting cards

From the Great Outdoors to cool cars

This is where I am from.

Reading Percy Jackson books

And playing soccer games

And humming to my favorite tunes

This is where I am from

From petting my two little cats

To watching Star Wars

From watching my guinea pig play in his pen

This is where I am from

These things make me who I am yesterday

These things make me who I am today

These things make me who will be tomorrow

Where I’m from

oliviald0605 — 2018-03-12 18:01:25 UTC

I’m from bikes rope swings
And skateboards
From Kickball and dodgeball
From “ Grody”, “ totally”, and “No duh”
I’m from wanting to be a teacher
And reading Nancy Drew
I’m from listening to Bon Jovi,
And new kids on the block
I’m from sweet tarts and starbursts and an awesome family.

Where I’m From

marigo2005 — 2018-03-13 13:03:53 UTC

Poem

nikolas_orion — 2018-03-13 17:09:01 UTC

I’m from Bessy dolls and roller skates.

From playing Soccer to kickball.

And from Cindy Lauper and Madonna.

From a crush on Leif Garrett.

I’m from bottle caps and Snickers.

From watching Happy Days and Soul Train.

And reading Nancy Drew and Judy Blume.

From wanting to become a Wife and a Mom (not me by the way).

That is where I’m from.

The Great Storm

dwayson14 — 2018-03-14 15:42:17 UTC

Clouds of Humanity

legocy04 — 2018-03-14 16:05:16 UTC

This poem is about clouds and how they hover over humanity.

Clouds of Humanity

Clouds

The wispy, bone white figures that roam the sky

They mysteriously float through big, bright sky

Floating over humanity

Clouds

They protect us from harmful rays of light

And rain down the lifegiving water

Shielding humanity

Clouds

They flood civilizations without a care

Their lightning strike people down with no second thought

Hurting humanity

Clouds

They watch nations quarrel and fight

They see people blow cities apart

They gaze at nations that are disappearing

Watching humanity

Clouds

They see the greatest of times

They see the most important of victory

Watching humanity

Clouds

The mysterious figure

The powerful protector

The destructive danger

The benevolent stalker

Watching humanity

Live great victories

Survive destruction

And quarrels between each other

My Headphones

nerfhero225 — 2018-03-14 16:14:54 UTC

Glasses

pkwarman05 — 2018-03-14 17:42:24 UTC

I use them all day,

I take care of them,

They make me me,

They are a blessing

I see them all day,

All week,

All month,

All year,

I forget they exist

Yet without them

The world is a blur,

I view my life through them.

From that day long ago,

I was sentenced to a fate,

To depend on my glasses,

To need them my whole life,

They are a curse.

My Furry Friend

marigo2005 — 2018-03-14 18:31:24 UTC

Objects

johnnyminer782 — 2018-03-15 16:28:16 UTC

This poem is about an object can you guess what it is before the end?

My Ginger

camogirlsky — 2018-03-16 14:10:08 UTC

(Sorry, it’s a bit long...)

The ride to get you was a blast

The road was nothing but hills

We laughed at my mom freaking out as cars came over the hills

But all i was looking forward to was seeing you for the first time

Finally, we pulled into your driveway

We heard deep barks of you and your brother

That’s when i saw you

I knew when i saw you, i loved you

We met your owner and she said you were never really playful

That you were shy

That you might stay away from us until you got used to us

I didn’t care though

She brought you out

You were muddy

And wet

With your fur going all different directions

You walked up to me and I rubbed your head

You wagged your tail

And i smiled

I knew from then on, we would be best friends

We got you home, and like the owner said

You were shy

But, you still walked around the fences and sniffed

You still did your job

My mom and Liz went up to the house

But I stayed

I sat down and we had a one sided conversation

I rubbed your head and you placed your paw on my knee

Now, when i walk down to the barn

All I have to do to make you excited is yell “Ginger!”

And you come running

Jumping at the fence

I don't know what I’d do without you

Yes, you’re just a dog

You give me a shoulder to cry on

When no one else is there

You will always be the fluffiest dog i know

You will always be my best friend

I can’t imagine going to the barn without you there

You will always be my Ginger

Peace Has Begun..

laurenallie_621 — 2018-03-16 16:30:19 UTC

This poem is about my two furry family members, they will always have a special place in my heart.

My Protector

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-03-16 16:42:02 UTC

this poem is about my Dog Rocco

Earbuds

BlakeNoelle2004 — 2018-03-16 16:52:26 UTC

So, I didn't realize that someone had already written about headphones until I came to post this...sorry. :)

Our TV

oliviald0605 — 2018-03-16 18:55:54 UTC

You make us laugh
you make us cry
with you we can be angry
and we can be confused

Sometimes you sit there
hanging on our grey wall
with your black screen
doing nothing

You are off when we are doing school, because you can be very distracting.

You can be used for good and bad. we watch you on the couch, either laying down, or sitting up.

You can either fascinate us, or disgust us. We may not like you all the time, but sometimes you are useful.

Window Pane

ldoveartist — 2018-03-17 15:52:08 UTC

Trees

maryabowen — 2018-03-19 14:57:03 UTC

Many times your green
at times your golden yellow
other times a blazing fire
at times you are a barren skeleton
haunting me
at times you are protecting cover
a canopy of saftey
other times you are dangerous and scarey when wind throws you around at me
i have felt the terror of you
i felt warmth from you too
my friend , my foe
I still cant decide

johnnyminer782 — 2018-03-19 15:23:39 UTC

My Desk

48mitchell48 — 2018-03-19 15:28:34 UTC

You are were I'm most comfortable. Sitting in a chair thinking about what to do with you. Draw, invent, create or just think. Your very decorative the thing that stands out most in my room.

dennyjordan0727 — 2018-03-19 16:14:06 UTC

My name is hunter

I am black and white

When I am mad

I scratch my mom’s face

I eat a lot

my stomach drags the floor

I love my mom

I rest my paw on her face

I stink up the litter box

I clear the room

I am a savage

When I want to leave

RyanBowling — 2018-03-19 20:28:21 UTC

A pencil

Sharp and straight

Resemblance of a sword

Able to show imagination

Imagination can fly

Draw your life out

Erase the past

Create your world

Blankets

frosted1022 — 2018-03-19 22:32:41 UTC

Blankets, they Protects me from the

Cold, and the dark of night.

They are my comfort and joy.

So many to choose from.

They are soft, and rough

They are fuzzy and warm.

They are cold or hot.

They are ugly or not.

They are everywhere,

Protecting me from the cold.

A Song of Truth

dwayson14 — 2018-03-20 17:05:04 UTC

You are the Reason...

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-03-21 21:03:31 UTC

I wrote this poem because I feel like people should have the courage to stand up to bullies.

My Van.

laurenallie_621 — 2018-03-22 15:40:38 UTC

I wrote this poem because I've made so many memories in my big ol' van and she deserves some attention XD

Shadow

laurenallie_621 — 2018-03-22 15:49:25 UTC

i decided to post this poem, I did not write it for lit & comp, i wrote this on my own, but I thought it would be nice to share since it's not long after he died. :) <3

The Card

legocy04 — 2018-03-23 14:52:57 UTC

When I look at you

I see many things

From great illustrations

To very kind words

But I also find

What no one can see

You were given to me

When I was eleven

From a family member

Held dear to me

Today

When I look at you

I see the material qualities

But what I can see

Like no other

The stark remembrance

The a family member

No longer here anymore

Frosty my bunny

cara_orie — 2018-03-23 21:19:35 UTC

As I look at Frosty

I think of everything

That make him very special

In my life

He teaches me

responsibility

He teaches me

Bunny care

And a hole lot more

I love Frosty very much

marigo2005 — 2018-03-24 15:22:25 UTC

Hunter the cat

oliviald0605 — 2018-03-26 15:24:16 UTC

You sit there looking at me
I am automatically angry at you
Why are you so mean to me?
How come everyone else's cats are nice, and then there is you?
You may seem harmless, and you are cute, but deep inside you are very mean, and I don't like you!
You make me so angry, and you eat so much!
Why are you like this?
Now I don't like cats and its all because of you!
Why are you so mean?
Cant you just be nice?

Sledding Fun!

maryabowen — 2018-03-26 18:13:57 UTC

I found myself in the air
5 feet hoovering above the ground
with my teeth clenched and a cloud around me
The only thing I could see was white flecks around me
This was my life for a split second
Then I came crashing to the ground
I said to my self, "Whoah hooo, what fun!"
Then I felt the pulsing urge to run up the hill...and do it again!

A Life of Love

dwayson14 — 2018-03-27 17:10:07 UTC

Riding Horses

marigo2005 — 2018-03-27 17:17:38 UTC

Dinosaurs: My First Love

legocy04 — 2018-03-29 15:06:57 UTC

Dinosaurs

The beasts of the past

My first love

Ever since

I first saw them

I have wanted to learn

Everything

Paleontology

Paleobiology

I wanted to learn

It all

Dinosaurs

The massive majestic beasts

To the tiny screw-like creatures

From benevolent beasts

To the terrifying T-rex

Today

I look back

Of my first love

Of dinosaurs

But now that love

Has changed

For now

I consider dinosaurs

As the leading force for income

Even though my love of dinosaurs has changed

From the first time I saw dinosaurs

I still remember

Why dinosaurs

Were my first love

Being an Equestrian... (my first love)

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-03-29 17:11:01 UTC

This poem shows how I feel about riding horses.

My First Love (Books)

BlakeNoelle2004 — 2018-04-02 17:46:12 UTC

I spent the first 10 years of my life in Deal MD and I was driving through it last night and I got an idea for a poem so as soon as I got to my destination I got a piece of paper and this is what came out.

ali_hardesty408 — 2018-04-04 02:11:42 UTC

How do you feel when you are driving through your home town?

My first love ( Olivia the teddy bear)

oliviald0605 — 2018-04-04 20:08:46 UTC

I've had you for a long time, and you were always my favorite stuffed bear.

You had a dress, and it had your name on it, Olivia, I loved you even more because we had the same name.

When I was little I would always hold you tight, you were so soft, and squishy.

I would pretend that you were many different things, and I would always play with you.

I loved you so much that I wouldn't go anywhere without you. I would hold you tight wherever we went, and I would play with you.

You were my favorite, and I never left you, you still sit there on my bookshelf, reminding me how lucky I was as a child to have you as a best friend.

My first love (My "Lellow")

48mitchell48 — 2018-04-05 14:18:44 UTC

Do you have a stuffed animal or blanket that you loved?
My lellow used to help me fall asleep every night. My lellow was a little yellowish gold blanket I received when I was born it was love at first sight. My lellow still sits in my bed to this day.

Baby Blanker

laurenallie_621 — 2018-04-05 17:19:36 UTC

I have many other things that I have loved dearly, but my Blanket was the thing i held closest to my heart.

Caspian my duck

cara_orie — 2018-04-09 17:29:36 UTC

I got you when I was two

In a bin of junk to give away

I love to be with you
I could play with you all day
You have a yellow jaket
And yellow boots to mach

A perfect place to ceep you I have it
A manny time have I had to give you a pach
Every place I’ve been you’ve been to
Every place I will go So willy

He says...

maryabowen — 2018-04-09 19:58:35 UTC

He says i should suffer long, but its
just hard to do
he says not to envy but its seems difficult not to want things
He says not to be pridefu and puffed up, but it seems so easy to talk about myself
He says not to behave rudely, so i try to be kind
He says not to seek my own so i choose to give
He says not to be provoked or think evil, I'm working on that
He tells me not to rejoice about sin but to be happy with his truth
He says that love bears all things, believes all things, hopes and endures all things...love never fails. I love that!