English
101/ Poem Section 102
Class Haiku
School is almost over
Man, my face hurts.
Playing on the beach,
One day you will see,
That all of this was
meant to be!
English
101/Poem Section 112
Untitled
The night was a cold, rainy,
windy one in which there
was going to be a big terror.
I own not a notion, I escape and
ape content.
I don't own emotion, I rent.
Knowing nothing, nothing doing,
doing something,
knowing something of a paradox.
Emotion is gone, do not know who to
follow
no one is around.
You feel love, you love love, for
love
Everyone wants to be loved
Oblivious to all your surroundings
This is a weird poem
I second that
Emotions from within blossom
outwards
Oh no what to write
This such a fright!
The class has come to an end.
I wonder if I've made a friend?
Poetry is not my deal
enough with this spiel.
And yet, by morning, we'll inherit
the earth,
Our foot's in the door.
We all sit alone in this world.
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