I Cannot Write A Poem


I cannot write a poem,
poems are too hard,
poems are too complicated.

I cannot write a poem,
about a beautiful day on a warm and sandy beach.
I cannot write a poem,
about how the jet-black raven silently stalks its prey.

I cannot write a poem,
poems are too long,
poems are too confusing.


I cannot write a poem,
about walking through woods on a snowy evening.
I cannot write a poem,
about fishing.
the entire thing is too boring.
I cannot write a poem,
about fishing.

Until,
I get a bite and start reeling it in.

by: P.H.

The Perfect Person

What would the perfect person be like?
Short to run fast,
or tall to jump high?
Fat to be a food tester,
or skinny to fit through tight spaces?
I prefer fat and tall.
Would a smart person be perfect for school?
Or a dumb person for jokes?
A dumb person is definitely better.
What type of songs should he like?
Rap, Rock, Pop, Metal, R&B, or Hip Hop?
I think Rap and Rock.
Which artist would suit that perfect person since he likes Rap and Rock:
Lil Wayne or Kid Rock?
Lil Wayne would be a perfect choice.
Would the perfect person have a name that starts with J and last name S?
Or starts with Q and last name T?
A perfect person would have J.S. as initials, though.
Maybe that perfect person is Me.

by J.S.

Beat

By J.D.

My heartbeat is off the charts,
doctors don’t know what’s wrong.
Feels like I’m in an everlasting marathon,
moving to the beat of that new song,
trying to beat my cocky competitors.

In the end, I feel I’ve been beat up,
bruises all over the place and aches so unimaginable.
My heartbeat isn’t beating,
more like pounding out of my body.

Don’t have a pound to know what’s wrong.
The pounding of feet on concrete, surely a race.
A race for time not in my grasp
and at last the time is gone, one last gasp.

My heart keeps pounding ‘till it starts beating
Beating. Beating… Beating
‘till the beating gets beat out of me
and at last the beat
is dead and gone.

Whatever Comes To Mind-
(Thanks to Mr. Costello; for telling me to write ‘whatever comes to mind [: )

apple. pen. carmex. annoying. talk? STOP!
Maybe this should be a game.

paper. pencil. glasses. words, no? MORE!
Maybe this should have it’s own patent.

whole. dirt. grass. house. window. deer. rich? YOU!
Maybe I’m just a fool, bored at school.

no. i’m. not. yes. you? are!
Maybe I can’t be bored, this is fun!

entertain. friends. aim. type. now? YES!
Maybe school is cool … very cool.

hot. sun. summer. chlorine. nappy? HAIR!
Maybe this is a great way to kill boredom.

pen? again. lines. shapes. school. cool.
Maybe this can actually be a poem.

word. ponytail. dumb. slow. ears.
Maybe a poem that’ll make it far—Like published & Everything.

lens. are. pen. again. again. clumsy.
Maybe be published w\ other great poems.
& Maybe this poem wasn’t just a waste of time,
Just whatever came into my marvelous mind :)

BY: Jasminaaaaaaaaaaaaa.