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Everlasting Love
by Heather Lynette Snider

Wishing I was with you, thinking of only us
Making a decision on what to do, crazy over your every touch
Trying to get over you, yet not knowing how
You’re the only one I ever knew and I trusted your every vow
Hoping sometime you would come back, insane with question and doubt
Trust we seemed to lack; all I ever do now is pout 
My heart seems so sore; it cries with hopes and fears
All my feelings were torn; now you seem not to care over my tears
In the end you are mine; you own my heart and world
To me I would have you bind in an everlasting twirl

Poem copyright © 2005 by Heather Lynette Snider

The Fires Light
by Melody Lewis

That fire in her eyes, burning so bright.
That hope in her mind, turning so gray.
She knows that one day, she will find the light.
But in this day, will she be alright?
With every little thought, her mind begins to stray.
That fire in her eyes, burning less bright.
If her hope fades away, will she find light?
No one wants to love her, no one wants to stay.
That fire in her eyes, tries burning bright.
But she no longer thinks, she'll be alright.
Her friends and her family, the ones who betrayed.
Every night she will cry, till she finds the light.
Through all the pain, she doesn't want to give up the fight.
Slipping away, with each and every new day.
Soon the fire in her eyes, will stop burning bright.
If she fights, then will she be alright?
Asking herself each day, will it be okay?
That fire in her eyes, no longer burning bright.
She learned in time, there is no light.

Poem copyright © 2018 by Melody Lewis

As published in Futures, the 2018 Student Poetry Collection


Why Poison Yourself?
by BJ Hawke

Alcohol and drugs
addicting and strong,
those who use them ...
don't live long.
Cigarettes are smoked
with a flame that's dim,
smoke you can't breathe ...
its flame red as sin.
Alcohol like beer,
whiskey and wine,
it's poison you might drink ...
but is it worth dying?
There's a price to pay
when using drugs to get high,
this is also poison ...
that will make you die.
Getting drunk or high
is very, very low ...
poison yourself today ...
and die tomorrow.

Poem copyright © 2015 by BJ Hawke

As published in Eloquence, the 2015 Student Poetry Collection

I Am …
by Jordan Barter

I am thoughtful and very compassionate

I wonder what is happening around the enormous universe

 I hear a pounding base drum down the boulevard

I want a sympathetic serene turtle as my pet

I see a glinting star in the twilight atmosphere

I am thoughtful and very compassionate

I pretend to kill zombies in my video game

I feel distressed when my companions lie to me

I affectionately touch my mutts' heads

I worry if a war will start soon I cry when wicked thoughts occur to me

I am thoughtful and very compassionate

Poem copyright © 2015 by Jordan Barter




Amelia Earhart
by Kristina  Zakharchuk

Amelia Earhart was brave

Muriel once got stuck in a cave

Earhart, Amy was her mother

Little by little, she started flying farther

It took her a long time to cross the Atlantic Ocean

Amelia never married spoiled men

Everything was quite exciting

Amelia was scared, but she never stopped flying

Riches did not spoil her

However she loved beans

Amelia met two queens

Russell, Rosalind was being spied on by Earhart

Today even though Amelia Earhart died,

We still remember her and her kind heart.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Kristina  Zakharchuk




The Majestic Lion 
by Ramya Balasingam

The proud lion throws back his shaggy head

And roars so loudly, frightening all.

Nothing fills anyone with such dread

As the sound of a lion's brawl.

He lets out a large bay

And shakes his mane as he is about to depart

To stalk his fearful prey,

And make them distraught.

He peers from behind a sandy boulder

Near a deer drinking water.

He waits silently and does not stir

As he is about to slaughter.

He lets out a roar, so loud, frightening the deer,

While others nearby tremble in fear.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Ramya Balasingam




The Star-Spangled Banner
by Arjun Balasingam

On the third of September,

Mr. Francis Scott Key wrote our song,

Which we will remember

Forevermore long.

He was kept aboard the ship,

A part of the British territory.

He longed to get out of this hardship,

While the Americans achieved victory.

Proud of his land,

He composed our song,

Written in short hand,

Yet very strong.

And so we still remember and sing this beautiful paean,

Which originated during the war with the Europeans.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Arjun Balasingam




The Great King
by Tyreek Blackwell

Who never shouted or used a gun.

Who never raised his hand to hit anyone.

Who had a heart of great size.

Who was the youngest African American to receive a Nobel Peace Prize.

Who made the world a better place.

Who came to death face to face.

Who has made the nation sing.

He goes by the name of Dr. Martin Luther King.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Tyreek Blackwell




by Ciauna Broadus


Creamy, marvelous

Thrilling, satisfying, delighting

Helps make me hyper


Poem copyright © 2010 by Ciauna Broadus




Just Me For a While
by Serena Ussery

With my goofy smile

My short sandy hair

And my crazy tacky style

For loco things I wouldn't care

When I'm a stubborn teen

For crazy things I wouldn't care

Even if I have fifty piercings in my ear

Later on when people call me Mrs.

In the day I'll be professional

At night I'll be sneaking Reese's

But one day when I'm old and gray

I'll have fifty cats and say

I'll stay me awhile

And I'll be okay

Poem copyright © 2010 by Serena Ussery




The Notepad
by Kristina Collins

Today my dad
Was very mad

Because I was bad.

But later I was sad,

So I had to

Write in my notepad.

So that I would not be sad,

I made my pad look rad.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Kristina Collins




My Rose of Summer Rain
by Alyssa Betz

Evening rose, all alone you stand in the summer's night

So beautiful, with petals of black and leaves of red

You smell of summer rain as I pick you from the earth

So beautiful you are my Rose of Summer Rain

Evening rose, all alone you lie in my bleeding hand

With petals of death and leaves of blood

And thorns of poison that mark both our ends

You smell of lost wishes as you lie wilting in my hand

So lonely you are my Rose of Summer Rain

Evening rose, together we lie on this summer's night

So lost we lie with poison flowing through our veins

We smell of pain as we lie on the broken ground

So forgotten we are my Rose of Summer Rain

Evening rose, together we watch our last summer's night

So beautifully falls the summer rain

With cool water that washes our bleeding skin

We smell of the end of days, as the night begins to fade

Say goodbye my Rose of Summer Rain

Poem copyright © 2010 by Alyssa Betz




My PawPaw
by DeCarlos Bedgood

He lived across the road

I'd always see him

When he died,

I wondered why he left me here to cry

He is the one who held me, nurtured me, loved me so dear

He still does up in Heaven till this very year

He's who I love, he's who I cherish

He's my PawPaw, I am his dearest

Poem copyright © 2010 by DeCarlos Bedgood




by Deana Canfield

Wolves are like people they hunt in packs,

Watch out or you'll be a snack,

But don't worry I've got your back,

Because who has mine when you're a snack,

Don't look back just keep on running,

Oh no! We've reached a dead end,

Now we must meet our fate,

Aw man! We were going to have steak,

And Mom will be mad because we'll always be late.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Deana Canfield




by Zane Akers

Ending the year with a smile!

I close my eyes and look up to Jesus for awhile.

Giving Him "thanks" the way He watches over us.

Yes, giving Him "thanks" because He's One we can trust.

This past year I have thought much of this famous quote,

"You can be what you want to be."

With this thought in mind, I had to tell God,

"I wanted to be a vet and take care of the animals You gave us, you see!

Yes, like St. Francis loved Your birds and animals so dear.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Zane Akers




A Hen's Dream
by Daniel Freeman

There was a hen named Ken

Her favorite number was ten

She wanted to fly high

But time just went by

Then she found out she was a hen

Poem copyright © 2010 by Daniel Freeman




The Future
by Amber Russell

I trust my eyes

I trust my life

Hear my cry out to the sky.

My heart hurts, it aches so bad

But forever I will see that the past is the past.

Poem copyright © 2010 by Amber Russell




Harsh Life
by Jason Ess

Everyone laughs

Everyone cries

Everyone lives

Everyone dies

But if you don't you will see our world in misery

Poem copyright © 2010 by Jason Ess




If We Cared
by BJ Hawke

If we cared about life,
it would always be cherished.
We would care for all
and not let each other perish,
but our hearts are small
and cold as a sharp knife.
We hate, we kill, we spite
despite that it's too late to wheel
into change if we might,
but if we cared about will,
we would have to power to control it.
Caring is a virtue virtually valuable,
yet we choose paper, metal, and rock
over all solutions that are viable.
Belief is relative,
at times irrelevant to what is true,
but what is true?
True is right
and if we cared,
we would be alright.

Poem copyright © 2016 by BJ Hawke

As published in Accomplished, the 2016 Student Poetry Collection

A Christian's Birthday Poem
by Kimberly Kelly

Another year older, a year of living in the light of the Lord,

A time of changing, a time of growing,

A time of learning how to use His sword

Maturing more as the days go on,

Telling others what Christ has taught and gave you,

Touching their hearts as you travel along,

Living and loving–as we see Him in you.

A miracle is working in your heart,

A new beginning, He changed you right from the start,

And now you know that there is no turning back,

The grace of God will never lack.

You're a picture of what the mighty Redeemer can do,

When you walk in His love, you make an excellent view,

You are changing on the inside, it's really hard to see,

Like a stranger to the world–living for eternity,

Committed to the Savior, you are resting in His hands,

He planned your future long ago, way before your life as a baby began.

Though your life may seem so hard and you might fail sometimes,

Get on His feet–there are still mountains to climb,

When you reach the highest peak, there will be joy with no end,

Then God will say, "Well done, my servant and friend"

Poem copyright © 2010 by Kimberly Kelly

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