Tribute Poems to English Comp II
Okay, I fould a notebook I had in Murphy's Comp 2 class in the spring of 2005 full of poems I wrote during class and I figured I'd post them here. XD Let's see if people can guess what the subject of discussion was happening that day. ^_^;;;
Poetry
Poetry, poetry
It makes my head spin
Poetry, poetry
Darkness covering the din
Darkness, darkness
Covers their thought
Darkness, darkness
a depressing thought
ABAB
A sonnet now we speak
ABAB
Boring, depressing, bleak
Boring, boring
Talk of death
Boring, boring
Out of my hands time is wrest
Out out
Poetry won't let me go
Out out
Cursed, am I, to write what I know
Cursed, cursed
A powet's tormented soul
Cursed, cursed
This is my end, poem make whole
Sonnets
Soul mates soul mates
Is my teacher insane?
Not like I'd ever get any dates
But I'm happy if it never rains.
Looking around this class of mine
Trying to my mind contain
Waiting paciently for class to end, lunch I wish to dine
Hunger now creates those evil pains
But now this silly sonnet shall end
I think my boredom is almost through
Soon at lunch I'll join my friend
And this Sonnet will abandon you
Look now, the last two lines
Hope this amused you for a short time
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And the next day:
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I think my teacher lost his mind
Drawing pictures on the board
Waiting for class to be out of time
Reading poems by some lord
Sculptures, sonnets, poems and kings
A mighty headache that is my load
Some say poetry gives you wings
I say their just nuts and bored
So now I sit here my head pounding
Waiting for time to flee
Hoping not to go completely flounding
My mind screaming, "Help meee! Help meee!"
Are we done yet?
Is this game set?
Fallen King
Now we read a poem
About a fallen king
Irony and lost kingdoms
Gone in the vapor of time
Perhaps now his ghost does roam
Looking now for the fallen king
Depressed in dhispair, losing all freedoms
Decaying and gone in vapor of time
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Talk about we now
Boredom creeps and finds me lost
No longer happy now
Depressing Poem
Of my favorite poet
A solitary person of dark streets roam
Though few actually know it.
Boredom pulses
Through the room
Pain curses
Me to doom
Wait! Star Wars! Star Wars!
No one knows it!
So speak the line from beloved Star Wars
Now in silence I sit
I am the only one
Who knows those movies straight
To prove how sad I am is done
So lock me up and bar the gate
La La
La La La La
Bored bored bored
La de da La La
Bored bored bored
Bwa ha ha haha haha!
Nutty nutty nut nut nu
Bwa ha ha he ha!
Nutty nut Nutty nut nut nut!
Do de do de do do do
Crazy crazy nutty crazy
Do de do de do be do
Nutty crazy zany nut
Tra la la
Paper Pater
Tra la la
Paper Poem
La La La La
Boredom Boredom
La La La La
Freedom Freedom
Depressing
I start to wonder
If Frost was seasonally depressed
These three poems stealing joyful thunder
Depression and death so often stressed
Such a joyful note to leave us on
A New England boy's hand and life gone
The boy's bloody death
And quite depressing song
Tabby
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Okay, so this was written while in that English Comp II class it was just after mom told me I had to go home for spring break and put her down.
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She's been there all my life
Through the good times and the strife
She's been there since I was three years old.
So many stories to be told.
Half dead mice on my father's tummy
?Bright days through the grass running
Kittens here on my favorite blanket
You never know where next they take it
Then came our middle school years
Hardships, trials, ad bitter tears
Fights with dad and comforting purrs
Through death and times of bitter words
She always had spirit, putting each on in it's place
New dog, new cat, they never won her race
One of four we loved and cared
She was the only one who was spared
She would sleep on me, a comforting weight
Where it was warm, no matter how late
She would never n ip, never bite
But you would know to stop with her playful light
I went away on a trip for two months
She drove the family insane until I closed the trunks
Yet now I've been away longer
She did this when she was stronger
She's old now, blind and weak
The spirit she had is now meak
She sleeps a lot now where it's warm
And never ventures into the storm
I miss her now, while I'm in college
I'll see her soon, but now I'm burdened wit hthe knowledge
That in a week she'll be gone
No more life or gentle cat song.
I've had her since I was three years old
And now her story has been told
I miss her now, though she's still alive
Home won't be the same, so for now I'll survive.
Burning Love
Love love
Poems of love
Shoot me now
Take your bow
I really hate poems of love
Burn burn
The theme should burn
Fire and flames
Burning damsels and dames
I think the whole theme should burn
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson needs help
She writes of death, a pathetic welp
Depressing poems in black and white
A frozen heart in the dark of night
Let me out, let me free
Before the depression overtakes me
Let me out, let me free
And people wondder why I don't like poetry
Death, death, more death
More depressing with each passing breath
Stop it now before I go insane
Please, stop it now before I go insane
Oh look! A fly!
Who cares? Let's pass this one by!
Can we pelase move on now?
Let me speak, I'll tell you how!
Let me go, I'm hungry now
Hungary
Sitting here waiting for class to end
To go to lunch and be with friends
Hungry now, while here I wait
At least today I'm not running to the gate
But for now I'm here listening to poetry of death
Bored out of my mind, reading of last breaths
Minutes tick by, slowly, slowly
Put a comic on teachers desk
Pride
Pride, pride,
The ocean tide
Coming in and going out
Inflated ego's without a doubt.
Ancient Greek gods
Man against odds
To much pride inflated by prayers
Calling curses on the stairs
Hope you enjoyed! ^_^
Poetry
Poetry, poetry
It makes my head spin
Poetry, poetry
Darkness covering the din
Darkness, darkness
Covers their thought
Darkness, darkness
a depressing thought
ABAB
A sonnet now we speak
ABAB
Boring, depressing, bleak
Boring, boring
Talk of death
Boring, boring
Out of my hands time is wrest
Out out
Poetry won't let me go
Out out
Cursed, am I, to write what I know
Cursed, cursed
A powet's tormented soul
Cursed, cursed
This is my end, poem make whole
Sonnets
Soul mates soul mates
Is my teacher insane?
Not like I'd ever get any dates
But I'm happy if it never rains.
Looking around this class of mine
Trying to my mind contain
Waiting paciently for class to end, lunch I wish to dine
Hunger now creates those evil pains
But now this silly sonnet shall end
I think my boredom is almost through
Soon at lunch I'll join my friend
And this Sonnet will abandon you
Look now, the last two lines
Hope this amused you for a short time
----------------
And the next day:
----------------
I think my teacher lost his mind
Drawing pictures on the board
Waiting for class to be out of time
Reading poems by some lord
Sculptures, sonnets, poems and kings
A mighty headache that is my load
Some say poetry gives you wings
I say their just nuts and bored
So now I sit here my head pounding
Waiting for time to flee
Hoping not to go completely flounding
My mind screaming, "Help meee! Help meee!"
Are we done yet?
Is this game set?
Fallen King
Now we read a poem
About a fallen king
Irony and lost kingdoms
Gone in the vapor of time
Perhaps now his ghost does roam
Looking now for the fallen king
Depressed in dhispair, losing all freedoms
Decaying and gone in vapor of time
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Talk about we now
Boredom creeps and finds me lost
No longer happy now
Depressing Poem
Of my favorite poet
A solitary person of dark streets roam
Though few actually know it.
Boredom pulses
Through the room
Pain curses
Me to doom
Wait! Star Wars! Star Wars!
No one knows it!
So speak the line from beloved Star Wars
Now in silence I sit
I am the only one
Who knows those movies straight
To prove how sad I am is done
So lock me up and bar the gate
La La
La La La La
Bored bored bored
La de da La La
Bored bored bored
Bwa ha ha haha haha!
Nutty nutty nut nut nu
Bwa ha ha he ha!
Nutty nut Nutty nut nut nut!
Do de do de do do do
Crazy crazy nutty crazy
Do de do de do be do
Nutty crazy zany nut
Tra la la
Paper Pater
Tra la la
Paper Poem
La La La La
Boredom Boredom
La La La La
Freedom Freedom
Depressing
I start to wonder
If Frost was seasonally depressed
These three poems stealing joyful thunder
Depression and death so often stressed
Such a joyful note to leave us on
A New England boy's hand and life gone
The boy's bloody death
And quite depressing song
Tabby
----------------
Okay, so this was written while in that English Comp II class it was just after mom told me I had to go home for spring break and put her down.
---------------
She's been there all my life
Through the good times and the strife
She's been there since I was three years old.
So many stories to be told.
Half dead mice on my father's tummy
?Bright days through the grass running
Kittens here on my favorite blanket
You never know where next they take it
Then came our middle school years
Hardships, trials, ad bitter tears
Fights with dad and comforting purrs
Through death and times of bitter words
She always had spirit, putting each on in it's place
New dog, new cat, they never won her race
One of four we loved and cared
She was the only one who was spared
She would sleep on me, a comforting weight
Where it was warm, no matter how late
She would never n ip, never bite
But you would know to stop with her playful light
I went away on a trip for two months
She drove the family insane until I closed the trunks
Yet now I've been away longer
She did this when she was stronger
She's old now, blind and weak
The spirit she had is now meak
She sleeps a lot now where it's warm
And never ventures into the storm
I miss her now, while I'm in college
I'll see her soon, but now I'm burdened wit hthe knowledge
That in a week she'll be gone
No more life or gentle cat song.
I've had her since I was three years old
And now her story has been told
I miss her now, though she's still alive
Home won't be the same, so for now I'll survive.
Burning Love
Love love
Poems of love
Shoot me now
Take your bow
I really hate poems of love
Burn burn
The theme should burn
Fire and flames
Burning damsels and dames
I think the whole theme should burn
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson needs help
She writes of death, a pathetic welp
Depressing poems in black and white
A frozen heart in the dark of night
Let me out, let me free
Before the depression overtakes me
Let me out, let me free
And people wondder why I don't like poetry
Death, death, more death
More depressing with each passing breath
Stop it now before I go insane
Please, stop it now before I go insane
Oh look! A fly!
Who cares? Let's pass this one by!
Can we pelase move on now?
Let me speak, I'll tell you how!
Let me go, I'm hungry now
Hungary
Sitting here waiting for class to end
To go to lunch and be with friends
Hungry now, while here I wait
At least today I'm not running to the gate
But for now I'm here listening to poetry of death
Bored out of my mind, reading of last breaths
Minutes tick by, slowly, slowly
Put a comic on teachers desk
Pride
Pride, pride,
The ocean tide
Coming in and going out
Inflated ego's without a doubt.
Ancient Greek gods
Man against odds
To much pride inflated by prayers
Calling curses on the stairs
Hope you enjoyed! ^_^