Are You a Poet?
Share your original poetry with us.  Rap lyrics, hip hop lyrics and traditional poems are all ways of expressing your feelings about your world

G.W. Fowler High School
Clay Gittens, Age 16
February 16, 2006
OREO 

They call me an oreo because I’m not like them
I don’t act ghetto and thuggish like them
I don’t walk around with my jeans at my ankles
I show respect with please and thank you’s
I don’t rep a hood thats full of negativity
I analyze things, look for the best possibility
I don’t want to spend my life looking over my shoulder
I want to live my life, be happy, and grow older
I want to go to college and be all I can be
I want to major in English, writing poetry
I want to get a job that doesn’t involve hustling drugs
I want to be a respectable businessman, not some wanna be thug
They call me an oreo because I’m not like them
I don’t’ drink or smoke weed
I don’t go partying every weekend
I have dreams of one day getting out of the hood
I speak in ways that are sometimes misunderstood
I make sensible choices and try to avoid conflict
I have better things to do then to be a convict
I don’t have time to dream of what I can’t claim
I don’t dream of living in some rapper’s fame
They call me an oreo because I’m not like them
But I’d rather be an oreo than 6 feet under
I’d rather be an oreo that steal and plunder
I’d rather be an oreo than sit and wonder
How good my life could have been
I’d rather be an oreo than live with fears
I’d rather be an oreo than in jail for years
I’d rather be an oreo than shedding tears
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time

Fowler High School
Grade 11
Kaitlynn, Age 16
3/2/05
Your Aura

Your eyes are like the sunlight,
they sparkle and they glow.
Your lips are like two rose petals,
So soft and delicate.
Your beauty is so natural like the
ponds and streams in a hidden forest.
Your essence is like the smell of a rose,
so ripe and sweet.
Your soul is so delicate like a bird,
so free and aware,
Your hair is so long,
Your touch, so soft.
That’s my definition of love.

Fowler High School
Grade 11
Danielle, Age 15
3/2/05
What If Life Had A Delete Button?

I wonder what life would be like if you had a delete button?
Or I least had the option to do things over.
If like had a delete button
Would life be better?
Life itself is like a roller coaster.
You have ups and downs, highs and lows!
Your’re not suppose to have control
of your future.
You only have control
of the present.
And what you choose, now maps out your future. 

If life had a delete button
Would  you delete half your life away?
Would you delete some of the people you have met?
Would you change situations you have gone through?
Would you go back and change the outcome of something
that didn’t happen your way? 

Sometimes I wonder what would happen
if I had a choice.
I think I wouldn’t change anything.
Because if I changed something in the past
Who would I be today? 

So what if life had a delete button?
NOBODY WOULD BE THE SAME

Frazer School
Paige, 13
March, 2005
Paige and Her Feelings 

Probably shouldn’t have
Asked for so much!
I just wanted to
Go somewhere in life like
Everyone else

Grant Middle School
Vin, Grade 8
11-15-05
Me 

I like things simple, like the color white,
As wise as an owl, busy as a bee,
I get you energetic, like a cup of coffee,
But I am also an active person, like the Energizer Bunny. 

As reliable as a dog, hungry as a hobo,
Laughing like a hyena, tropical like a palm tree,
I’ll hold you when you’re cold, like a warm coat,
I am no one special, I am just me.

Grant Middle School
Sarah Grade 8
11-15-05
Me

As I walked on as a rug, as dark as black
As poisonous as a spider, as hateful as a raven
Mysterious as midnight, as dead as a wilted rose
But just like a busy city, I’m not a quite haven.

As angry as a storm, as hurtful as a broken heart
As concealing as a mask, as needed as a heartbeat
I’m as wacky as a banana, as friendly as a closed gate
But just as lemonade I can be both sour and sweet.

Grant Middle School
Samantha, Grade 7
11/1/05
Mariah Carey 

She is pretty like the trees when its fall
She is talented cause she can sing
Every body likes her cause she’s famous.

She is an actor and a singer
She makes posters and CD’s like there’s no tomorrow
Her singing amazes me.

Her voice is beautiful especially
When she hit’s those high notes.  

She’s been around so long
She is top in selling CD’s. 

Her songs are number one on the radio
I’d love to be her cause
She’s beautiful and she can sing.

Grant Middle School
Nhi Ho, Grade 7
11/01/05
Beyonce’s New Music Video

I’m shooting her new video
She is showing me all the moves she knows. 

Oops she just made a mistake
I see her starting to shake. 

She’s so beautiful
And nicely dressed.

She’s on time everyday
And she does her best.

She never gives up
And she is always confident.

She looks really nervous
But she never stops.

She did her best
And now it’s done.

Grant Middle School
NaQuia, Grade 8
11-15-05
Me 

As loving as a puppy, as soft as baby blue
As strong as an ox, as elegant as a rose
As relaxed as a cool cat, as helpful as a clue
As pure as a virgin, as peaceful as the wind blows. 

I am as shy as a turtle stuck in its shell,
As sweet as a first kiss, as exciting as a wedding bell
As innocent as a newborn, as unpredictable as a tornado,
As cute as a button, I am me and it shows.

Grant Middle School
Megan, Grade 7
11/1/05
Jennifer Aniston’s Life

Being Jennifer Aniston would be fun and exciting
Getting to be rich and famous would be cool and outrageous,
Acting on the funny show “Friends”
Would be a cool surprise that never ends,
Having all that money
Would be as sweet as honey,
I wonder if anyone knows
What she would do with all those clothes,
Playing in all those movies
Would be totally groovy.

It probably rocks
To act with Courtney Cox,
I would probably die
If I could hang out with those guys,
I wonder if it made her sad
When she got divorced from Brad,
It is kind of funny
That most stars say they don’t have a lot of money,
Jennifer Aniston is very pretty
And ever so witty.

Grant Middle School
Larissa, 7^th grade
11/01/05
No One Like Her 

She is beautiful
Like no one else
She is successful
In everything she does. 

She is famous and talented
Every one knows of her
She is an actress, a dancer,
and a wonderful singer. 

When she is nervous 
She’s one of her songs
She has been all around
The world. 

She has made all
Different types of movies
Anything from love and romance
To drama and action.

She is a plus size model,
And believes big women
Are beautiful. 

She has lights and cameras on
her at all times,
It must be so
Amazing and hard to
have all that attention.

Grant middle school
Lamont, grade 7
11-2-05
Entering the ring

When entering the ring the crowd screams
When I come out my music plays loud,
I enter the ring I bounce on the rope
I hear a song they say “Batista,
Batista you’re the
World heavy weight champion.” 

My opponent comes out
Eddie Guerreo, with a steel chair,
He gets into the ring, I look up, he
Hits me below with a low blow
He picks up a Mic. 

I fall, then he tells me to give up
I tell him no, I give him what he
Wants and needs, the
Batista bomb.
His eyes are closed
He is laying flat,
On the ground,
I pin him 1, 2, 3
I win.

Grant Middle School
Laila, 7^th Grade
11/2/05
She Gets on Stage

She gets on stage
She is so shy she wants to cry,
She feels like falling down
In her beautiful white gown. 

They hand her the mic.
It’s like a scary hike
She starts to sing,
Then hears the audience clapping
which sounds like a loud ring.

She wishes she would not mess up
So the people won’t laugh and look up,
She wants to do her best
So then after she can rest.

Then she starts to dance
Cause she is feeling it in her pants,
She sings and sings and does not want to stop
Her hands are getting sweaty,
She’s scared the mic might drop. 

Then the song is done
She’s so happy ‘cause she had so much fun,
Then she goes home and takes a rest
And is so happy, she did her best.

Grant Middle School
Kobie, Grade 7
11-01-05
Broadway Stage

There are actors coming in
In their regular clothes,
They go back stage,
To get ready for the show. 

The stage is set,
The curtain is down,
The spotlights are off,
The actors are ready. 

They walk on to me,
The music begins,
Their hearts pumping faster,
Their heads spinning like a roller coaster round and round.

The curtain opens,
The spotlights beam down,
The actors step forward,
They dance and sing
And smile with passion.

 Running out of breath,
The music stops,
The actors freeze,
They talk and walk
The music begins.

As they finish
They say goodbye,
And count to ten,
Next thing I feel,
It’s the end.

Grant Middle School
Samantha Grade 7
11-1-05
Mariah Carey

She is pretty like the trees when it’s fall
She is talented cause she can sing
Every body likes her cause she’s famous. 

She is an actor and a singer
She makes posters and CDs like there’s no tomorrow
Her singing amazes me.

Her voice is beautiful especially
When she hits those high notes.

She’s been around so long
She is top in selling CDs. 

Her songs are number one on the radio
I’d love to be her cause
She’s beautiful and she can sing.

Grant Middle School
Nick, Age 12
11/1/05
The Game 

It’s the biggest game of the year.
The game is gonna be played here.
I’m gonna win the Super Bowl.
I’m gonna fulfill my life long goal.
I’m gonna score at least one touchdown.
I’m gonna make the other team frown.
There are thousands of fans.
I’m the QB who makes the plans.
I’m gonna throw the ball really far.
I’m gonna make my self a super star.
Were gonna set up an I form.
And play it though a snowstorm.
We have just won the big game.
And put that other team to shame.

Grant Middle School                                                                                                  
Lena, 7^th grade
11/1/05                   
Selena 

Selena was a pretty girl
A Spanish singer too,
A pretty good dancer,
She died because of a lady’s jealousy,
Now her family, friends, and husband
Are missing her. 

She got shot,
Now her family, friends, and husband
Are only left with memories,
Now that lady is feeling bad too,
Sitting behind bars
Where she belongs.

Grant Middle School
David, grade 7
11-1-05
Shoulder Pads 

I am in a dark locker waiting for my teammate
It is cold in here, it is raining,
today is the day we play the eagles
this is the super bowl,
Now I can hear my teammates coming
then next thing you know I look up

I see my team player Law Harrison,
next you see him put me on, yes I am free.

 I said I was going to cry if he did not come,
it feels good to be back on the field
the game had started they’ve got the ball
now Law Harrison is on the field,
the first play of the game
Law Harrison hits, so they are mad,
I am cold, it’s raining harder
I am wet, and filled with sweat. 
Now it is the fourth quarter
we are down by 22,

Harrison catches the interception
it is my time I buck too and I am dizzy
but Harrison still scores the touchdown,
next thing you know there’s 30 seconds left
we are all fired up. 

Law Harrison gets another interception
we are in field goal range,
next thing you know we win 28 to 6
I have to go back in that dark locker
I am in the dark again for one more year.

Grant Middle School
Andrea, 7^th grade
11/1/05
Abraham Lincoln 

It was hard being Abraham Lincoln
But at times it was easy.
Waking up in a nice president’s bed
Having a good breakfast without feeling queasy.
Living in the White House wasn’t that bad
Always busy, never sad.
I spent time with my wife, my children too
I was an important person, everyone knew.
I was always feeling great about myself
I had so much courage I could feel it.
I saw that people respected me
I know because I heard it.
There was one problem,
It was that some people didn’t like me.
But I didn’t care about that,
They just wished they were me, maybe?
Going to plays was my thing
Front row seat so I could hear the people sing.
A guy came up to me, pointing something in my face
I couldn’t remember the last moment,
Because my heart was pounding in a race.
My life was good, while it lasted
My life went by fast, it blasted!

Grant Middle School
Erika, Grade 7
11/01/05                                                                     
My Typical Day                                                                     

It's a typical day in "Laguna Beach"
Kristin and I are trying to teach. 

I talked to Kristin today about
Teaching Alex to stop shouting out.

Jason doesn't treat me right,
But he is still coming over here tonight.

Later:

When Jason came over here tonight,
We got into a great big fight.

He said that we can't be friends,
I thought I'd be with him, to the end

A day or two after the breakup I went out,
Jason was with Alex asking her out.

My life is all drama as you can see,
I've just told you all about me!

Grant Middle School
David, 6^th grade
11-1-05
Star Rising                                                                           

In 10 years I’ll be famous,
With Randy Moss and T.O.
In my first pro football stages. 

In 15 years I’ll be used to the fans
Screaming and yelling as they’re up in the stands.

In 20 years everyone will know who I am
I used to be a fan and now I have fans.

In 25 years I’ll still be in the game,
If it wasn’t for my family and friends I wouldn’t have fame.

In 30 years I’ll be remembering 10 years ago
When I first got in the game and first met T.O.

In 40 to 50 years I’ll be ready to retire,
A star rising, now I’m in the sky rising higher and higher.

Grant Middle School
Clare, 7th grade
11-1-05
A Simple Book 

I have been published
I am well known
I'm Harry Potter and
The Sorcerer's Stone
I'm the oldest of the six
I've seen J.K. Rowling
Go from poor to rich
I've heard her grumble
I've watched her moan
But it was worth it
When the publishers phoned
I hold the secrets of Hogwart's School
And of Harry who had much to learn
Of wizard's rule
I tell of a year in which Harry
Made many friends
And while he was at it
Defeated Lord Voldemort once again
I got the kids who had
Never picked up a book
To open me up and take a look
From the Dursleys making
Harry live in a hole
To Dumbledore's kind and caring soul
J.K. Rowling's got the readers hooked
It's all in me.
Just a simple book.

Grant Middle School
Albert, Grade 7
11/02/05
Who I would like to be like

I want to be like Vick leading his team                                                                                         
He is the best quarterback or so it seems. 

He runs from everyone without being touched,
He plays the game with his team as one
At the same time he has fun.                                                                                                                                 

I would like to be like McNabb
Like him I would run and throw the ball,
As he throws and wins it all
Plays in the summer, winter and fall.   

Meachem Elementary School
Damaris, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Calimazoo, The Rooster  

Calimazoo the rooster wakes up and cocaldoodle-doos.
He’s a fool, but cool. He’s mocking my do’s.
I woke up and thought I was a booster seat.
The rooster said I was weak. I had a leak in my seat.
He tied my head into a knot He turned into a fox.
I had to put locks on my door. He body slammed me on the floor.
Holy smokes, what a joke!
That’s Calimazoo, the rooster. What a fool! 

Meachem Elementary School
Steven, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
My Puppy 

My puppy is brown
Because he is a hound.
I took him to the pound
So he could gain a pound.
He is a hound. 

Meachem Elementary School
Mikayla, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Grandpa Bill 

Grandpa Bill you told me a lot of things about you,
All of those things I shall tell if I chose to.
I remember the day back in 2002,
My brother was born annoying brother #2.
That’s the same year you taught me how
To buy things on pay preview.
Even though you’re gone I will still remember you,
Your 61 years old you would have been 62
BUT just because you died you will always be
My Grandpa William David Mattison S.R. a.k.a. Grandpa Bill. 

Meachem Elementary School
Shalise, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
My Shiny Teeth 

My Shiny Teeth
My shiny teeth have no cavities.
My shiny teeth have no cavities
Because I hardly
Have any candy.
I hardly have any candy because I always spend
My money.
I always spend
My money on magazines
And other things. 

Meachem Elementary School
Ollisha, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Nature is Calling

The flowers are blooming
The water is roaming
The wind is blowing
The grass is growing
The branches are shaking
The barks are breaking
The oceans re roaring
The pirates a hoying
The sky is bright
It’s lighter than light
When nature is calling
All nature is falling. 

Meachem Elementary School
Amanda, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
My Little Brother

I have a brother who is two years old.
I like him but he hates me.
He pulls my hair, he eats my food, he even eats my lip gloss, too.
When I go to sleep he puts stuff on my face.
Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I love him.
But sometimes I wish I could sell him for another brother and sister.
But hey, what could I say he’s jut like me when I was two years old. 

Meachem Elementary School
Gabe, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
The Mouse 

Mouse over here
Crawling
In my kitchen and
Going
In my corner and
Running
In my closet and they were
Making
Squeaking noises and soft noises. 

Meachem Elementary School
Joseph, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Football 

Tackle
Injured player
Pass
Run
Score
Touch down
Field goal
I feel good. 

Meachem Elementary School
Jaquelle, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Chipmunk

Chippity munk, he looks like a big
O rooster skunk.
He likes to dance.
His middle name is France.
His grandmother’s name is Lance and she
Always wears some hiphop pants. 

Meachem Elementary School
Treymell, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Friends

Some friends are
Mean some are
Kind some are
Fun some are
Fine.
If friends are nice give a
Cheer, celebrate
Their birthday
Year by year.
Some are
Intelligent, some
Are funny and look like fuzzy
Bunny.
Many are
Caring many are
Small.
Many are tall.
Some get
You in trouble
And that’s not
Nice they should
Be friendly like
Little tiny mice.
Some make you
Happy some
Make you sad
Some do bad
Thing to make
You mad. 

Meachem Elementary School
Anita, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Football

Football, what is football?
Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays
Watching and listening to men
Smothering each other.
Seeing the crowd going wild.
Seeing cheerleaders shouting and screaming
For their team.
Out on the field there are
Positions everywhere.
Seeing men flipping and making
Up their own dance moves.
Seeing the coach. 

Meachem Elementary School
Breana, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
The Pledge of Freddy

I pledge allegiance to the flag because
Freddy Kruger is a snag.
He used to play with a little mouse but now he
Lives in a little house. 

Meachem Elementary School
Semare, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Bad Kids

I got stuck with kids
I got stuck with hardheaded kids who don’t
Listen, mess up things
Call each other names, that’s a shame
But when I flip…the kids will flop then
I will chase the kids around the block
The kids will run I would catch them,
Throw them in my room all is calm until
I hear a boom…my house is disconnected
From my room popping while standing…
No longer handling Miss Wong your
Kids have to run along.

Meachem Elementary School
Shakeia, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
My Sister

She is mean when
She is around her friends.
She always tell on me when
I do not giver her something.
She always does tricks on me.
I still love my sister. 

Meachem Elementary School
By Alex. 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Spectra 

One night, I had a dream.
I dreamt a man was being chased by The Spectra of The Abyss.
The man ran in the shadows, but he couldn’t hide.
The Spectra sensed his fear.
The Spectra reached for the man with it’s long, brittle arm.
When the Spectra caught the man, he was thrown into The Abyss of The Forgotten, where he fell through the abyss.
His screams echoed across the darkness, and every memory of him became A shadow that drifted across the face of the earth.
When I woke up, I panted heavily in fear, then I went back to sleep… 

Meachem Elementary School
Kylan, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
School

School, I don’t get it.
Teachers are mean, some re not.
Some are big, some are not.
Some kids are mean, some are not.
I don’t get why they give us stuff.
I don’t know why they try anyway. 

Meachem Elementary School
Zachary, 5^th Grade
4/17/05
Teachers 

Some are cool, some are mean,
Some get so mad they turn green.
Some are awesome, some are not,
Usually they yell a lot.
But I know they do it out of care,
Why else would they dare,
Try to deal with me.
That’s my teacher and me.

Roberts School
Josh, Age 13
May 2006
Happiness 

Happiness is a thing when you
are glad not mad

Happiness is a thing when you
have a nice soul and never complain 

When you see happy your
body, mind, and your spirit are happy with you
and family will become happy too.

Roberts School
Josh, Age 13
May 2006
Have a Little Self-Control

Have a little self-control
day, evening, and night 

Have a little self-control
when you feel mad and uptight. 

If you have a little self-control
you and your environment will be all right. 

When you have a little self-control
you have control over you, yourself, and others
by having a little self-control
you stay out of trouble.

Roberts School
Josh, Age 13
May, 2006
Hate

People on the street don’t care
Some people in your family don’t care 

Hate is all I see
Hate is all I know.

People in your school may not know you
People in public buildings don’t know you but

Hate is all I see
Hate is all I know. 

If you just wish there wasn’t so much hate.
If you just wish there wasn’t so much pain. 

It’s never going to change because this world is always going
to be a world full of pain and hate. 

Roberts School
Tashie, Age 12
May, 2006
Teased

At times I get teased and picked on
It makes me feel like, I’m so gone.

I know I have to believe in myself
Why do people think to be cool you have to have wealth?

At times I feel like no one likes me or cares
If you have that opinion then please don’t share.

I know I’m supposed to believe in God and keep my head up
For the rest of my life, how will I stand up?

2121   The people that pick on you
Have nothing to do, They think it’s cool.

2121   I will walk away
If I do, then what will they say?

2121   It feels like all my bad emotions want to jump out
Lord I know I need to shout

I know what I’ll have faith and ignore
Then God will show me a life that opened the door.

Dr. Weeks Elementary                                                                                                         
Peter, Age: 11
1/25/05
I FLY LIKE A BIRD

I fly like a bird.
I fly with freedom.
I fly without rules.
I fly without anyone telling me what to do.
I fly into the warm breeze.
I fly in the setting sun.
I fly over the hills to succeed my goals.
I fly like a bird.

Dr. Weeks School
Victoria, Age 10
Art   

Creative,
Artistic,
Means  Art!
Expressive, 
Real or Make-Believe,
Stands for Art!
Gives Feelings,
Tells Stories,       

Is Art!!!

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