Aloneness and Lonliness

There was an island
On the island there was a boy
Stranded
He was happy
Thriving in the aloneness
Around him
His parents weren't there
To boss him around
Make him do chores
He doesn't have to wake up
Early everyday
To go to school
He doesn't have to face
The cruel thing known as
Life
Reality
He was alone
Glad to be alone.

Yet, there was
Emptyness
On the island
It was just the boy
And the trees
And the birds flying above
It was just the boy
And the sand of the beach
The waves crashing on shore
And the boy realized
And cried each night
That he was
Lonely
And afraid.

Each day
He would marvel
At his aloneness.
And each night
He would cry
Until tears ceased to come.
But tears cannot bring the boy
Back to reality
Where his family
And friends are
Where people are
Where true happiness is.

~END~

Enjoy!

i phone

this is my riingg tone
its on my iphone
but you don't have one
'cause you got verizon

my friend told me this but idk where she got it from

peanut butter sandwitch!

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing
And that was just a peanut butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut butter sandwich!"
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil
For twenty years of tears and toil
They fought that awful peanut butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack!
Oh, joy
They broke right through that peanut butter sandwhcih
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut butter sandwich?"

Dream deferred

Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?



I found this at one site where there were many information about Langston Hughes

I remember when we read about this poem and made a ( something like a poster )

I, too, sing America

I, Too, Sing America

by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.

The Golden years

The Golden Years

by Billy Collins
All I do these drawn-out days
is sit in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge
where there are no pheasants to be seen
and last time I looked, no ridge.
I could drive over to Quail Falls
and spend the day there playing bridge,
but the lack of a falls and the absence of quail
would only remind me of Pheasant Ridge.
I know a widow at Fox Run
and another with a condo at Smokey Ledge.
One of them smokes, and neither can run,
so I’ll stick to the pledge I made to Midge.
Who frightened the fox and bulldozed the ledge?
I ask in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge.



Most Popular Contemporary Poets 2008 is Billy Collins

10 Things I Hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way youre always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when youre not around,

and the fact that you didnt call.

But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,

not even close

not even a little bit

not even at all.

Guys annoy me (B.R.)

guys are confusing
i always feel like im losing
when a guy lies about
having a girlfriend so
he can get away from you.

It dosn't always happen
but when it does he's always laughin'
why cant guys be sweet
insted of smelly like rotten meat?

Its not like in movies or fantsy books.
where the guy always cooks
a sweet romantic meal for his lovely lady.

Heh heh heh...

My friend read this poem on a website so I don't know who it's by.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Nothing is sweeter
Than being with you.

But the roses are wilting
The violets are dead
My heart is empty
Just like your head.

~END~

Isn't it just romantic?

Point Guard By: Arnold Adoff

You bring the ball down the court.
The pick is set.
The play is called.
The movement of the ball is faster than all the defensive hands and heads, and you get free.
You pass to into the big girl at the key.
She turns and shoots and scores.
The crowd roars.

THE FINAL CHANCE Ocean Myranda, USA

Running to the fifty yard line,
He threw it to the player who yelled, “Mine!”
The crowd roared as he caught it,
He ran faster, there was no time to sit!

Five minutes left in the fourth quarter,
He ran past the twenty-five yard line border,
He ran as fast as a jackal,
Only to be taken down by a great tackle!

They still had the ball,
According to the ref’s call,
All the players were sore,
To make matters worse, it started to pour!

Soggy, smelly players getting ready to run,
The game, still tied, is not done,
Two minutes left in this game,
The Colts’ star player came!

The crowd cheered and screamed really loud,
He came out and bowed,
Manning huddled with the team,
They were ready with their scheme!

It was the last minute in the game,
If the Colts win, they get the fame,
The game still tied, seven to seven,
Only moments away from heaven!

The last play of the day,
Keeping the others out of the way,
Using the quarterback sneak to win the crown,
Hooray! They won the game with the final touch down!

Falling up-Shel SilverStein-Jacob Carbajal

I triped on my shoelace
And I fell up
Up to the roof tops
Up past the tree tops
Up over the mountias
Up where the colors
Blend into the soundsBut it go me so dizzy
When I looked around
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down

roses are red
violets are blue
nothings better than being with you

by:the unknown

Warning

Bat your eyes together

be otherworldly

count your blessings

seduce a stranger

whats so wrong with being happy?

kudos to those who see through sickness

she woke in the morning

she knew that her life had passed her by

she called out a warning

don't ever let life pass you by

I suggest we

learn to love ourselves,

before its made illegal

when will we learn, when will we change

just in time to see it all come down

Those left standing will make millions

writing books on the way it should have been

she woke in the morning
she knew that her life had passed her by
she called out a warning
don't ever let life pass you by

Floating in this cosmic Jacuzzi

we are like frogs oblivious

soon the water starting to boil,

now I flinched and we all float face down

she woke in the morning
she knew that her life had passed her by
she called out a warning
don't ever let life pass you by

Pass you by.

-Brandon Boyd

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Hard to breathe,

feels like floating.

So full of love,

My heart's exploding.

Mouth is dry, hands are shaking,

my heart is yours for the taking.

Acting weird, not myself,

dancing around like the keibler Elf.

Finally time for this poor "schlub"

to know how it feels to fall in love.

(and yes this is from a movie)

snowwwwww is falling******

Snow is falling
From the sky above
Snow is falling

Put on scarf and glove
Snow is falling
Go look outside
Snow is falling

The old landscape it hide
Snow is falling
What a beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It sparkles in the light

Snow is falling
Soft cotton wool flakes
Snow is falling
A white blanket it makes

Snow is falling
Short flowers disappear
Snow is falling
The cold is here

Snow is falling
Its time to play
Snow is falling
Lets make snowmen today :)

snow

there is snow on the ground
many snowballs that are round
hills are slippery and wet
all dogs should not be pet
because they are muddy
specially my neighboor buddy.

The Road Not Taken

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.

--Robert Frost

Unhuman Creation

Delve into a stolen heart
mind and soul torn apart
look for the hole that lays between
look for what has gone unseen
look for deaths red rose
drink upon the blood that flows
allow it to come inside
and in you it shall confide
it will cloak your heart in silver lead
and from your lifestream it is fed
it pounds upon your brain like rain
and starts its own metallic reign
on the outside you may be flesh
but inside you're copper mesh
life remains a solid mocker
for you've become a silver stalker

pretty lg shine

i love this phone.

i want this phone.

i cant have this phone.

too bad for me.