when I won

the spelling bee.

Victory,

when I found out my

poem is getting published.

Victory,

is different things

to everybody.

This is

what it is

to me.

There are none so delicious or tasty and grand

As the pizza, this food is just yummy and nice,

Hear the chef call “Buy Pizza! It’s only half price!”

You can eat it Hawaiian or with a double-cheese top,

You can buy it while frozen, packed up in a shop.

So pizza’s the deal, don’t take anything less!

What’s my favourite food? Go on, take a guess!

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I just started poems and I love them! I really enjoy making them up when I’m bored, and I have about six more!

They come from the pit where evil lies.

They show no mercy, compassion or kindness.

They feed on the weak, those with hunger and blindness.

They are the heralds of death,

The killers of joy.

They have only hatred for each girl and boy.

So run, run quick as the air.

For there’s Demons behind you, they bring only despair.

fourteen-year old

who’s lots

of fun.

She always likes

to share her

political views

with everyone.

Sometimes she’s bossy,

and she can be mean.

She’s tall

and lean.

Sometimes we fight,

sometimes we bicker.

She is one of

the lights in my life

that never flicker.

living in fear?

Why are there so many

who shed many

a tear?

Why is there no

help near?

Why are the

answers

so unclear?

He wears a fake nose

He lives in community and every one laught at him

The teacher in the scout screams at him because he gets scared by his bright red nose

Fortunately, a female reindeer says that’s ok

It makes Rudolph calm and be friend with her

At last, he can be helpful for santa clause

Rudolph is cool.

It has a horn like a hippo

It’s a toothed whale

It can leap

I like narwhal.

what would you do?

If you lost yourself,

who knew

that the person you’re acting like

is not you?

If you ever lose in life,

who would you turn to?

Remember

that there is always somebody,

something

to lead you back.

Beliefs.

Are you willing to

stand up?

Take the road less taken

like Robert Frost?

Will you fight,

no matter what the cost?

I will.

To make sure these things of mine

are never lost.

Hey you!

Don’t change the way you look,

Nor the path which you take ,or the name of your book,

You are perfect the way you are,

You ways, your personality is like a bright beautiful star,

Don’t doubt that about you,

Because you don’t have a clue,

You don’t need to listen to all the boys and girls at school,

Their  brains and eyes are covered with wool,

Don’t doubt your face,

Because its totally amazing , just like outer space,

Your feet aren’t that fat,

And you don’t look worse than a scrawny rat,

Your beautiful my friend,

Don’t let that come to an end.

Don’t change the way you look,

Nor the path which you take ,or the name of your book,

You are perfect the way you are,

You ways, your personality is like a bright beautiful  star,

Don’t doubt that about you,

Because you don’t have a clue,

You don’t need to listen to all the boys and girls at school,

Their brains and eyes are covered with wool,

Don’t doubt your face,

Because its tottaly amazing ,just like outar space,

Your feet aren’t that fat,

And you don’t look worse than a scrawny rat,

Your beautiful my friend,

Don’t let that come to an end.

in the whisper of the night.

When the winter season comes,

nice for new, not for some.

Children jump and parents groan,

about the harsh and frigid cold.

Whispering softly as it falls,

and making love and care for all.

Sitting near the small porch light,

for no one sleeps now, tonight.

For he is coming here very soon,

in his sleigh up by the moon.

But it sits here, all day, all night

creating a beauutiful and pure white.

Falling on the bright street light,

first here, next out of sight.

sadness and darkness swirl, becoming a blur.

thats what the world is. 

at least my world.

1 bright light shines. 

friends.

helping.

guiding.

being there.

they are always there

when the darkness comes.

Who knows where it leads,
But it goes where it needs,

I step across this broken road,
At night and during the day,
I stop and think about it ,every time I play,
My life will never be the same,
Its always going to be lame.

This broken road is my small little heart,
It leads its own way,
When I want it to stay,
But its time for it to go away.

My death is coming near,
Mother, please do stay clear,
The angels are waiting,
I will not live to go dating.

This broken road of mine,
Is healing as on time,
I’m happier and smiling,
I’m okay now Mother,
There’s no need to be lying.