The burning hits the bare shoulders of the swimmers.
Red hot surfboards hitting each waves as they go by the shore.
Children, put your suntan lotion on before you bake in the sun like a sweet mouth watering cake.
Little kids mouth filled with rich creamy ice cream on a hot summer day.
Families enjoy the water in their rainbow colored bikinis and swimming trunks.
Towels are hitting the sand, umbrellas blooming to life.
Finally the sun is setting.
It's colors are rich as pure gold.
Yellow, orange, pink, red bursting, into the darling sky.
Couples holding hands and watching the sky as it turns into black with stars so bright, they make you go blind.
Wake up sleepy heads, it's morning!
Time to hit the brag again so put on your swim suits and let's go boogie board.
As the day goes by, the beach fills up with children crying to get ice cream and mothers slapping suntan lotion on the new soft skin of babies.
It's October, the month when swimming suits are hibernating and sweaters wake up from a long sleep.
No more beach until next summer!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Edge
The poem "The Egde" is about being on the egde or takng risks in life. Do crazy things in your life. This statement "What's life without an egde? Guess what? Its DULL" proves that life without action or dangerous "james bond" missions are nothing.The authorsview point is that people should take risks and have fun in life. Live on the egde.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Where I Am From........
I am from the “did you fish your homework?” or “think before you do anything stupid”.
I am from the “didn’t I tell you to wash the dishes”.
I am from the old ghosts stories told before even my grandmother’s time.
I am from a clan of monkeys that like to stay up playing music and watching TV.
I am from the busy kitchen helping my mother cook.
I am from going to the Garret Mountains everyday of the summer.
I am from visiting Shamu every other summer.
I am from the high rollercoaster that drop your heart rate when they fall down.
I am from the smashing glass bottles every time we lose a cricket match.
I am from breaking everything like my father.
I am from the father that never has patients.
I am from the dance music that me and my sister dance to when we want fun.
I am from taking a walk in the park with my family.
I am from the Clorox that is used to wash our white clothing.
I am from the summers when we all eat creamy ice cream.
I am from the moment in the winter when we are all waiting for the New Years ball to drop so we can start our calls to say “Happy New Year Mate” to each other.
I am from the flowers that cause my allergies.
I am from the puddles that get jumped in with boots.
I am from the snowball fights that get thrown.
I am from the soups that are forced to eat to get rid of the flu.
I am from the camping grounds that we slept on and had fun moments at.
I am from the pop songs that were played over and over again in the car while driving to Florida.
I am from the womb that took all the pain and held me for 9 months.
I am the weed to the garden of beautiful flowers.
I am the rotten apple that grows on my family’s tree.
I am from the “didn’t I tell you to wash the dishes”.
I am from the old ghosts stories told before even my grandmother’s time.
I am from a clan of monkeys that like to stay up playing music and watching TV.
I am from the busy kitchen helping my mother cook.
I am from going to the Garret Mountains everyday of the summer.
I am from visiting Shamu every other summer.
I am from the high rollercoaster that drop your heart rate when they fall down.
I am from the smashing glass bottles every time we lose a cricket match.
I am from breaking everything like my father.
I am from the father that never has patients.
I am from the dance music that me and my sister dance to when we want fun.
I am from taking a walk in the park with my family.
I am from the Clorox that is used to wash our white clothing.
I am from the summers when we all eat creamy ice cream.
I am from the moment in the winter when we are all waiting for the New Years ball to drop so we can start our calls to say “Happy New Year Mate” to each other.
I am from the flowers that cause my allergies.
I am from the puddles that get jumped in with boots.
I am from the snowball fights that get thrown.
I am from the soups that are forced to eat to get rid of the flu.
I am from the camping grounds that we slept on and had fun moments at.
I am from the pop songs that were played over and over again in the car while driving to Florida.
I am from the womb that took all the pain and held me for 9 months.
I am the weed to the garden of beautiful flowers.
I am the rotten apple that grows on my family’s tree.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Flashy Words- Shihan
My favorite line in the poem Flashy Words is "Open your brain and let your heart go, the real you has been locked inside your rib cage." I love this sentence because, because....well I actually don't know why.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Train- Object Poem
The Train
Every second there are people coming in and out of me.
Old people, young kids, bums, rushy workers dying to get to their destination.
They don’t care about me.
They draw on me and throw garbage in my insides.
And I never get a break.
I always running around the city 24/7.
The only treat I get is renewing my skin.
Every second there are people coming in and out of me.
Old people, young kids, bums, rushy workers dying to get to their destination.
They don’t care about me.
They draw on me and throw garbage in my insides.
And I never get a break.
I always running around the city 24/7.
The only treat I get is renewing my skin.
Friday, March 5, 2010
My Favorite Poem Far Is....
My favorite poem so far is " Somewhere There is a Poem" By Gina Loring. I really like that poem because it's nice and it actually makes sense. It speaks to me and draws me in. This peom talks about everything going on in the world, well not everything but the important problems.
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