Alliteration poem

Boastful Boys

Young bachelors showing great bravado and being beatifik, having a blockbuster party in the boon-docks where balsmam trees grow, munching on a brisket, only seen from a birds-eye view, being belligerent and blackballing the law

IB Art walk

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Morrior on the wall

find me the answer of what I call

I see myself, soft and courteous

but through broken cracks, I feel lost and helplessness

smallest feelings make my cracks grow

on the other side I see my greatest foe

Twinkle Twinkle (rewrite)

Sparkeling specks of light

I ponder

Floating in the sky

Prisms of the night

Glowing tiny gems

I ponder

Chorus Rewrite (Jingle Bells)

Senior Keg, Senior Keg

Keg stand, what a day

Oh, but it's rather not fun

When Police come take me away

Senior Keg, Senior Keg

Keg stand, what a day

Oh, it's rather not fun

When police come take me away, Hey!

Silent Urban Walk

Wondering Eyes

The Sparkle in his eyes

What does he see?

Wanting to grow up so badly

Sitting there, behind the rustic colored fence

Those eyes, pressedhard against thos binos

Are they staring at me? Does he want to be free?

Those wandering eyes

Personal Photo

Summer Night

The Lord's Day is almost at end, another glorious day of nothing with family and friend,

lying under the heated day, soaking in complete non sense,

my mind turns to an idea, a trip to a near place,

arriving, the air is thin, biting at my nose and ears,

a slight buzz from the brew in my hand, in the other, a warm soft touch,

I look at her as she smiles, making me smile, looking through my tint, I absorb her radiance,

take a deep breathe, soaking in the moment, feeling the satisfaction of conquering the heights,

looking down at my memories, I watch as the day turns the sky into prisoms of pink and reds,

I watch, closely as the day, turns into another, summer night

So Much Depends Upon

So much depends
apon
a new rising
sun
warmth soft filled
air
casted over
the sky

Everyday Photo Poem

Sensation of freedom, no worries, dirt, rock, wind, and sun
The land becomes the life
Animals, deer speak curiously
Calluses harden, salty sweat drips, dirt clings
Grease stains become unnoticed, the life of a farmer
Doing just enough, never complaining

Camp Experience

Camp Experience

The long awaited adventure is about to begin

with a week full of triumph and sin

Our gear is packed and ready to go

after a closing game of kiss and blow

The day was early and the night was young

we all awoken with a dry tongue

As we proceed traveling don the road

with the camper that is overflowed

The Lord"s day awakens over the sleepy mountains

with rushing water coming down like fountains

As we attain at the hunting ground

we pull out the ale that will be downed

The trip gets off with out a flaw

our parents incensed if the sights they saw

As I'm solitary with nothing but a gun

I ponder on the task that needs done

To stalk and obliterate my prey

and feast on it like a smorgousborg buffet

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Riddle Poem

I'm made from the grit of the beach

I am the twin you never had

I come in all shapes and sizes

You'll see me, when I see you

We're more alike then you'd think

Darkness brings us apart

I've been around for generations

Do you know what I am? 

Answer

Two Tone Poem

The Good Vs. The Bad

The color I allow people to see is Pride Orange

Alive and motivated it becomes my guidance

Standing out in a crowd but having the relaxing sensation

Tasting sweet satisfaction of victory and the warmth in the heart

Like a champion standing upon the podium

The color that I feel is Jet Black

Lonely and mysterious like the darkness of the abyss

Just me, alone, in a cold, clammy cave

Sound of dripping water and oil running thick through my veins

Trying to find myself in the blindness of the dark

Acronym Poem

Brave
Respectable
Young
Clear minded
Ethical

State Champion
Teachable
Active
Creative
Yearning for learning