It was Monday but
It was him The words strangled him The urge to get revenge His mind goes to places Places only in your nightmares It was Tuesday and It was her She loved to talk but Didn’t dare to speak Afraid of the words Coming out of their mouths The day was Wednesday She glowed From her head to her toes Her skin was radiant but Nobody dared to talk to her The words were too harsh It’s Thursday something Is not right I came late, I came face to face With my greatest fear I could only run afraid Of what’s around the corner It was the sirens It was that voice coming over The loud speaker a voice I knew “Lockdown… lockdown… lockdown..” We were not safe It was Friday Cold Dark Friday That Monday was him Her Tuesdays quiet Those Wednesdays dimmed Last week It was Thursday one week today I came to school late I now come scared
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I don't want to bore you half to death because I know a lot of people don't like poetry, they dislike the idea of writing it and even reading it. That is not the case for my life, I love writing and reading poems and little chapters of different lifestyle books, I don't know if that is the word I would use but it sounds right so I'm going to stick with it. A lot of these poems will be different than your average, roses are red violets are blue yadda yadda yadda. These are written about true things that did or could happen in the real world. None of these are considered funny or taken in a joking matter.
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Allison10th Grade Student This is where you will find random poems that I have written throughout my journey of being somewhat of a writer
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