Alone in a crowd of my own mistakes
Sitting by myself with my heart and its breaks
But I guess that’s just life,
It gives and it takes

Alone in a crowd of my own decisions
Sitting by myself with my mind and its visions
But I guess that’s just life,
Love and collisions

Alone in a crowd but now with my friends
Sitting by my self, No, this is where all that ends
Because I know that’s just life,
It twists then it bends

STUDENT CONTRIBUTIONS

POEMS

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I have to write a poem
I don’t know how to start
So I’ll just start writing
In the shape of a poem

Wait just a minute!
I guess it has to rhyme
It will sound better
But it takes more time

I’m writing a poem!
But what kind is it?
A limerick? A haiku?
I’ll ask Aunt Frizzet

That last little bit
Was exceptionally lame
An aunt called Frizzet?
I’ll have to lift my game!

I’ll add in some metaphors

 

When the sky changes from blue to grey
The strong winds come into the bay
The rain thrashes down for the whole day
And finally the storm goes away

To make it more profound
‘My angry Aunt Frizzet,
Was a thirsty bloodhound’

What about a simile?
This should be interesting…
‘This poem I’m making
Is as good as minty dressing’?

That didn’t really rhyme
Oh well! It’s good enough
Now a personification:
‘This poem talks tough’?

This has been quite fun
But difficult too
And this is the end
For me and for you!

 

I love my dog
From the bottom of my heart
Even when she’s naughty
She’s an enormous part
Of my life

I wish she would stop barking sometimes
(I’m trying so hard to make more rhymes)
I love her to bits
She doesn’t test my wits
Because I love her so much

These amazing doughnuts,
With their erotic glaze, that sends my mind into daze.

They don’t make you lean, they are not clean, but of coarse I am talking about Krispy-Kreme.

My dream doughnut, yet they don’t make me fit, but I still finish every last bit.

Four big macs in every one, My god and grace is this hollow iced bun, the neon light in the sky is my sun.

This doughnut has no flaws, (except breaking the fat intake laws). I eat so many it makes me poor, I plead and plead and plead for more.

 

The most abundant elements
Magnesium wreaks havoc in the realms of einsteinium
Scandium unfolds into the mystical land of the strontium plateau
The Periodic Table.

All alone in a crowd of people at the snow,
Wanting to go home but the answer is no,

I could go home but it’s too far away,
Could take a bus but haven’t money to pay,
Lost all my family, not a friend in sight,
I hope they’re still here, ask someone I might,
Perhaps I could pretend everything is okay,
Then in a while I could get away.