1st and Last Line Poem

Blank Pages

In a small town in Scotland they sell books with one blank page,

It was made a law you see,

To leave that one blank page,

In the middle of every book,

In the middle of every book,

There is nothing,

Just a white page of nothing,

No words,

No letters,

No numbers,

No symbols,

Nothing at all,

I lie,

There are no books in Scotland,

That have only one blank page,

Because I have deceived you,

I take back everything I’ve said

Symbolism

 Mountains

I’ve been traveling 4 roads,

For all 14 years of my existence,

I’ve had lots of obstacles,

Some bigger than others,

But I’ve overcome them,

But now,

But now,

I’ve come upon 4mountains,

4 VERY large mountains,

I can overcome one,

Two,

Maybe even three,

But I might have to leave one road behind,

I might be able to overcome all 4,

But it would take a very looooooong time,

And I don’t know how much time I have,

So which road of life do I take?

I don’t know yet,

But you’ll know when I do.

Detail Poetry

This was my concrete detail poem.

The book,

I grab its rough pages,

And pull it off the shelf,

Beautiful pages,

Black and white,

Pull me in,

A spider,

Pulling in its prey,

Makes my brain,

Take a tailspin,

Guessing what’s next,

Good cliffhangers,

Won’t let me,

Put the book down,

Always pulled out,

On a limb,

Making me read more.

My Name

James
It means intelligent, friendly, and clever,
It is the number 007,
It is like the ocean,
It is movies with friends,
It is the memory of Mrs. Wallace,
Who taught me patience and silence,
When she by rewarding her students for their quietness,
My name is James,
It means writing and reading; drawing pictures and playing music.

This Is Just To Say...

I have stolen your car

Driven to LA

I really love it

Your new Camaro

I decided it

Was too risky to keep

So I decided to sell it

To a scrap metal place

And bought

A new Mustang

To enjoy for a new ride

But right after I hit 100

I ran it up a pole

I know you probably

Despise me now

And want your car back

From the place I sold it to

They destroyed it

Your car no longer exists

You’ll never see it again

I also suppose

You want the new car

But, it was totaled

In the wreck

Forgive me

I took it

For some fun

I enjoyed

The ride

It was quite smooth

I got to LA quite quick

You would have

Enjoyed it too

But I didn’t want

To be in trouble

With the cops

So I enjoyed

A short ride

In the shiny new Mustang

I enjoyed hitting 100 MPH

With glee

But I was also silently glad

That it was destroyed

For I could bring nothing back

Inspired by: William Carlos William

 Morning Beach

Calmed,

By the salty scent,

Of the great big blue,

I feel the softness of,

Wet sand,

Pillows beneath my feet,

Beneath my feet,

Drenched by,

Those giant waves,

That comes,

Crashing down,
Up on me,

I hear,

Boom,

Of the island drums,

Are cannons,

Sounding off a beat,

And the party has just begun,

A wave of tartness,

As I eat a freshly picked lime,

I see the big thick trunk,

Of a huge palm tree,

Watching over me,

From above,

Like a parent,

Watches their child,

Shading me,

From the hot morning sun,

What a great way to start a morning,

If only it weren’t just a dream
This was my favorite place poem

ONE MILLION STARES

 The eyes of one million stares,

And the muffled noise of all the whispered snickers,

Surround me,

Enfold me,

I’m drowning in a sea of contempt,

Nowhere to go,

Nowhere to hide,

Trapped,

The strong fumes of cheese and garlic reach up,

And grab me by the throat pulling me down,

All my friends joke and ask, “Whose the delivery for?”

They think that I should joke along too,

But I think that that’s pointless,

I don’t know what to do,

My choice is finally decided,

I’ll just keep following the group,

Carrying this pizza through the library,

And be silent as the eyes of one million stares,

And the muffled noise of all the snickers,

Surround me