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 Dec 2014
Jack


Chauncey was a gardener
At least that’s what was said
His roses were his masterpiece
A perfect shade of red
Petals always perfect
Satin was their feel
Appearing artificial
Though every one was real
Every day he tended
The weeds he’d bend and pick
His plants they stood so straight and tall
Aided by a stick
Bound with fabric wire
Green about the stem
He would gaze for hours
He was so proud of them
Surrounded by such beauty
Still something was amiss
He loved his precious flowers
On a wondrous day like this
But in his heart was lacking
The affection he required
He was a lonely gardener
Now growing in desire
Until the fateful morning
When up his path she walked
Captured by her smile
He could hardly talk
A very special woman
Had come into his life
He was very certain
He’d make this girl his wife
His heart was filled with happiness
Beneath the skies above
For Chauncey was a gardener
And Chauncey was in love
Her beauty was so precious
From her head down to her toes
When he looked into her eyes
He saw the perfect rose
Every day was special
In all that they would do
She told him that she loved him
He said, “I love you too.”
His heart was steady beating
His smile grew so wide
As if a wondrous garden
Was blooming deep inside
The fragrance overwhelming
The colors bright and new
He found it hard believing
That all of this was true
There was one little problem
They lived so far apart
The missing, it was growing
Tearing at her heart
She promised she would love him
Until her dying day
But it was getting harder
He lived so far away
Then he received a letter
From the one he did adore
She told him she was sorry
But she needed so much more
He pleaded “reconsider”
He loved her oh so much
She said that she believed him
But missed his loving touch
Dark clouds started forming
So black upon the sky
He found that he was all alone
His garden it had died
He looked on wilted blossoms
Fading quick to brown
Nothing much was beautiful
Growing from the ground
Weeds as tall as buildings
Thorns to rip his skin
He locked up tight the garden gate
He’d never tend again
He sat beneath an oak tree
For months it seemed to be
When sprouting from the soil
A spot of green to see
He watched as it was growing
It seemed to call his name
It wrapped around his ankles
Out in the pouring rain
When a shadow formed behind him
The sun began to glow
A figure was approaching
Someone he did know
Closer it was moving
There before his eyes
The plant that wrapped around him
He suddenly realized
She had come to find him
Her heart broken in two
She told him that she loved him
He said, “I love you too”
She said that she was sorry
But she was just afraid
Fear of getting hurt again
The decisions she had made
He promised he would love her
Forever and a day
She did not need to worry
He would not go away
He wants to only love her
And make her life complete
Her love was oh so perfect
His lonely heart did meet
And then just like a miracle
Because his love she’d chose
Out there in his garden
Bloomed a perfect rose
Sparrows started singing
The skies a lovely blue
He told her that he loved her
She said, “I love you too”
 Dec 2014
Tiffany Marie
Boys they're everywhere
Boys some are good
Boys some are bad
Boys sometimes they break hearts
But boys can also heal one....
True helpful advice
 Dec 2014
JWolfeB
Sit down and give your attention
I need all of it, now
I am not asking for a lot here...
But I need your everything

Give up on the tremendous mountains in your sternum
Let go of the abuse
Clear your octopus ink mind
Get better grade on the district assessment

They are watching me bleed for you
I have given up on state expectations
Built a castle for these students of mine
Clearing a safe environment in the moment

Preparing you with the proper armor to fight for yourself someday
Take this sword imprinted with my words
Protect yourself
Fight for something worth it

She got drunk on Monday I know son
I just need you to do better
She hit me on Tuesday, I know son
Please just finish your assignment

I can't
I don't know how
I have not eaten in 2 days
You have no idea

Teachers are white blood cells
Expected to fight bacteria and show victorious statistics
With none of the time and less of the understanding
Maybe the bacteria looks different than we really thought

Our own immune system is causing fires
Putting unrealistic expectations upon our jobs
Too many students not enough teachers
Too many tests not enough love

We working organs in a bodies coma
Working without the recognition
Hoping to keep the system alive
Creating chances for our students to change the future someday
It is hard being a teacher sometimes. The district sees test scores and curriculum, while ignoring the intense poverty, cultural barriers, yet still expecting the same results from every corner of the district
 Dec 2014
Tiffany Marie
This is real love it is known to all and liked by all
This real love is like it isn't real but yeah it is it's love
This real love is the death of me both killing my soul and me
This real love is cherished when given and cried for when begged
This real love is insane it is wanted and is needed it is hurt and worth it
This real love is true and alike it is here and enjoyed it is special and lovely
This real love is truthfully real and wanted and needed and cherished and loved and alike and real
This love is real
This life is real
This love is true
This love is believable
This love is for sure absolutely truthfully cherished and *real
for sure
This real love is true
 Dec 2014
Poetic T
It wasn't Really thought through
That momEnt changed
Altogether eVer feeling
Cascaded, rEations  of
What was kNown, regret
Was stained,naGging within,
It wasn't revengE it was a foolish moment, now regret.
Revenge is never sweet it is a stain that follows for life..
 Dec 2014
Tiffany Marie
I am now starting to express more of my feelings in more of my poems
give me advice on what in my life i should writ about!!


thank you bye


         love,
           T-Gold
please tell me what i should write about
 Dec 2014
Lahela
The instant I am away from you,
I can feel your absence.

Where your hand was on my hand,
When your fingers were laced with mine,
I feel where your hand was supposed to be
And the spaces between my fingers that are now left empty.

I want you with me so I don't have to feel your absence.
I look at you because I know there will be a day where I won't be able to see you anymore.
Whether I must shut my eyes to say goodbye as you love another, or when you have exhaled a breath where inhaling doesn't come next.

So as I lay here without you,
I am missing you.
But I am not sad,

I am simply feeling where you're supposed to be.
 Dec 2014
JWolfeB
Listen to this one thing
If you learn nothing from me

Please learn this

You are worth more than your price tag
One day you will be a mountain
A force to be reckoned with
The scars of your past dont predict your future child

Please learn this

Knowledge is power
But they don't know that yet
So power up with your charged haunches
Spring yourself out of this village

Please don't learn this

Helplessness
Let got of it
Don't wear it like a bronze metal
Apathy and irony hanging on your chest

Please learn this

A man leads by example
Choose your next words wisely
Think before you unleash your palms
She does not deserve it

You are only my student for 9 months
Then I am off to who knows where
But please
Learn this one thing from me

You are better
than the broken branches of your family tree
So act like it
This is more of a frustration of culture more than anything. But I guess you could call it a poem as well. There is a learned disposition here and it is one of learned helplessness. And It is a rather difficult disposition to teach.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
I'm fine. I promise. Please don't worry about me.
I hate being a burden and besides, I'm fine! don't worry! really, I am. im fine. im totally 100% okay. I am alive.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
You are such a waste of poetry
I'm okay, everyone I promise. I think people are misinterpreting this poem. This poem is directed at a specific person who hurt me and those I love and care about. I keep writing poems about it because it was a very damaging experience but this person is just such a waste of poetry because they are so horrible they aren't even worth writing about and yet I still do to keep the agony from destroying me, it is my way of coping. I AM NOT CHANGING MY STYLE OF POETRY. I am just trying new formats. Don't jump to conclusions :)
 Dec 2014
Tiffany Marie
Wow gift wrap
Bubble wrap
Boxes
Another box
WOW A PRESENT
Did you know half
of the kids around
the entire world don't
get a thing for any holiday?
Just some ragged clothes
And a toy sometimes no toys
When you receive a present
appreciate it thanks if you do
your great and if you don't
think and imagine that being you
would you like that?NOPE!Be grateful
thanks and love what your given!
Love your gifts don't take advantage
 Dec 2014
Tiffany Marie
IM BORED SOME ONE SAVE MEEEEEEEE
LOL*  hey guys wanna chat at all?
for eveeryone
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