Hello, my friends, this is goodbye. No time for tears, no time to cry. No time to run and hide from TRUTH. It is my time to fulfill my oath. And sink into the Earth down to the KING. And goodness to the world I'll bring. And goodness to the world I'll bring.
This poem is something I came up with in a matter of minutes. Using the word list, I found the words cry, earth, sink, and oath, so I used them as best I could with the time I had. I hope you like it!
19 dictionaries stacked on the shelf near the blackboard 19 papers i have lying on my desk 19 thoughts inside my head 19 people sitting around me 19 threads lying lonely on the floor 19 pencils scratching 19 florescent lights bearing down upon my weary eyes 19.
i found the number 19 in the "words" section of the website and decided to write about my class. there are, in fact 19 people in my class, which is pretty cool.
I wish I was a kangaroo, I wish I was a clock, I wish I was the stripe in someone's sky blue sock. I wish I was a purple pig with a polka-dotted trimming, I wish I was a halibut, I wish I was in swimming. I wish I was a mutton leg or just a leg of lamb, I wish I was most anything than this dumb thing I am.
I found this poem in a really old textbook in my grandmother's house. She didn't know who wrote it, and there wasn't a signature or anything, so I decided to post it because I thought it was cute.
I feel blue. I feel grey. And you are bullying by the way. I have feelings, but they are hidden by my willingness for you to be forgiven. The words you say are just like spears, piercing hearts and driving tears. And, you know, you're a fool if you think you can push people around at school. You might get caught. I'm warning you. And then what are you going to do? It hurts my heart, it makes me sad. And on occasion, it makes me mad. I've known you since nursery school when it didn't matter if we were cool. Now look at what you've done, you clown. Someday your own words will bring you down.
This poem is about my personal struggles with bullying in the past and present. I hope someone reads this and feels it.