Though the past years have gone by so fast... I always knew it was too good to last... Our lives will change... As old friends move out of range... We all waited for this day... When we can all go our own way... Friends will leave and part... Knowing we'll always be in each other's hearts... I wish we could all just stay together... Teachers and classmates, together forever... Then we'll never have to say our goodbyes... Or leave with tears in our eyes... We've all come a long way... Praying for the day... When we finally realize... This is our last chance to say "Thank you" and "Goodbye"... This Poem was written by me in 8th Grade (2009/2010) before going into High School. My English Teacher submitted a few Poems per student who gave permission. It was Published by the Publisher to a Poetry Book later that Year. Unfortunately, I do not have a copy to my knowledge, and I do not have any information about the book.
The choices we make are all our own... Whether we do what our friends say... Or just walk away... We can never turn back... Even with regret... People will try to break you down... But if you do something you know is wrong... You will be singing a regretful song... You always have a choice... You always have your voice... Don't let people control you... Don't let them treat you... Like a monkey at a circus... I promise you one thing for sure... When you do something you will regret... It cannot be erased... Make the best of your life, and always think ahead... That way, you know for sure... Your life will turn out flawlessly... As long as you follow your heart... Your life will not be torn apart... So don't fret, or regret... Just do as you want and not others... This Poem was written by me in 8th Grade (2009/2010) before going into High School. My English Teacher submitted a few Poems per student who gave permission. It was Published by the Publisher to a Poetry Book later that Year.
The pendulum swings, a Poem by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
The pendulum swings, a Poem
The pendulum swings along with the hands of the clock Hours go by, but nothing changes. Minutes tick on by, but the world remains eerily still. Monotony leads to loss of sanity. And the routine becomes a death march.
A TIMID WOODEN BOY, A Poem by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
A TIMID WOODEN BOY, A Poem
A timid wooden puppet sits amongst loud voices Waiting for his masters’ to pull upon his strings He had no will of his own, not meant to make choices Has more in common with inanimate things Eyes once glimmered with hope and desire He is just waiting for miracles to come his way He was just biding his time, allowing time to transpire Sitting in his lonely corner for a happier day Yet the years went on by before he knew it Chances passed just within reach But sadly, he did not act, could not move, and he knew he blew it A victim of those who do not practice what they preach Dreams far bigger than he can achieve Those around him did not believe Weighed down by his commander’s hand Too afraid to be a man Yet, he found the strength to cut his strings No longer wanting to dwell amongst inanimate things Standing upon his own two feet No longer wanting to accept defeat He is his own master now, the helmsman of his destiny Setting forth to achieve his dreams beyond the raging sea
Out of all the different Holiday desserts Nothing lifts the spirit More than gingerbread houses They are beautiful And look good enough to eat But making them Is no easy task Taking a trip To the local Candy section Of the grocery store Red hots, Small gumdrops, Candy canes All practical for decorating Chocolate truffles For a stone wall Royal icing Used as the glue To hold all the candy together Assembling the pieces, With careful hands, Creating a sugary masterpiece A symbol of festive flair The aroma of spices Fills the air A symphony of flavors Awakening our appetite Frosting dripping like fresh snow Down the rooftops edge While the sugar glass windows Reveals a miniature world of dreams Upon this finished creation, Children gather 'round Gazing in amazement At this sugary marvel And we all admire The beauty we built A delectable treat Beyond compare And a shared moment of joy In gingerbread houses, We find a sweet taste Of holiday magic A tasty, delightful creation And
A Community Christmas Display by LiterarySerenity, literature
Literature
A Community Christmas Display
To see decorations glittering through the countryside at night I went out for a drive There were multicolored strings wrapped about fences and house eaves inflatable Santa Clauses visiting with snow people in yards and on roofs and glittering snow flurries projected onto garages while lit Christmas trees peeked out past curtains at living room windows and many bright candy canes All was quiet and peaceful but for some reason I couldn’t help but think of how much the whole community when viewed from above would resemble one enormous holiday display made up of individual efforts
Lacking an idea and stuck on a phrase where to force creativity would lead to factures she turned to reorganizing her garage moving boxes about and finding new places to put old things Away from the pressure the imagination found the chance to flow again and inspiration crept in at the backdoor of the mind once again Because all they needed was some freedom and a reprieve from a narrowed tract of thought achieved after a simple shift in perspective