Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg

Monday, June 20, 2011

Zach's poems

The Shot

Can he shoot?
It's an open shot
here he goes
he's all alone
just him and the goalie
his eyes flicker up
then back down at the ball
he rears back, leans forward, and
there's the sound of foot meeting ball
We all watch, look up, the ball is lost in the big, hot sun
the crowd draws a breath,
as we watch
the big round white blur with spots
one big noise, then absolute silence
It's over goalie's head, it falls,
Ping! hits the post and rolls in
for a goal! The crowd roars,
He's the hero! His teammates jump on top of him
and they all
c r
u m
b
l e
to the
ground!

Poetry Lesson
"It's hard to write a poem,"
some people say,
but I see poetry a different way
you can write about anything
you can write about food, people or dogs
write a poem about nature, sports or frogs
It's fun to write poems, you should see
Try to write one, learn from me
Now, I'm not
that good, but picture this:
a perfect day
warm, sunny, a small breeze
lie down on your beach chair
with your pillow and towel
the chair is comfy, the water's clear
it looks cool and refreshing, makes you full of cheer
you decide to go swimming
walk right in,
a huge grin
on your face as you have the time of your life
So, now you see,
that's some poetry,
so go write a poem
now that you know about 'em

Soar

I'm an eagle
I'm striving to soar
to new levels of greatness
Time is short, but there's so much to do
Strive to soar
strive to soar
into the future
to new levels of history
from new heroes and legends
and great legacies
soaring through new and old
with the good, through the bad
striving to become
remembered
as the one who soared to greatness
Soar with greatness
Soar with memory
Soar with bravery
Soar with boldness
Soar with pride
Soar with me

Sad Sleep

Don't want to get up today,
just lay down and do nothing
just lay down and sleep
just lay down and relax
just lay down in misery
just lay down and dream
just lay down and hope,
because in my dreams,
everything is right
And when I awake,
I know that nothing,
nothing,
will ever be right.
Like a baby bird that can't fly,
or like my life that will never be right
I have as little hope as a
Brainless anything
nothing new known now
just that I have to lay down in misery
in my hopes
in my dreams
in darkness

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