Gothic Poetry
As I look into the darkness within
I close my eyes, for the darkness is . . .
Frightening . . .
Horrid . . .
Ignoring your every word and movement
It frightens me, and my companions
For darkness means many things
Death . . . Treachery . . . Tragedy . . .
No love, no beauty, nothing . . .
But hatred . . . inside of your body
Lifeless and painful inside of you
Inside of everyone . . .
Nobody to listen to . . .
Nobody to love . . .
Instead, everything to hate . . .
Everything to Hate . . .
Hate . . .
HATE!

Dread
Aggressiveness
Regret
Kindness (not)
Nastiness
Etternal Death
Selfishness
Scared for life
Secret Poetry
Can you keep a secret?
Can you keep that secret forever?
I can, only if you can.
I am different, but at the same time exactly like everyone else
I am unique, specail, and at the same time, unimportant
I change
Change
change . . .

I see the sweet angels
Flying over me
From sea to sea
Pleading on their knees
Begging for me
To join them
The angels of God
For eternity
And I shall
I shall become one of them

Do you want to see
What I have in store for you
Then I shall show you
Beautiful
Love
Beautiful
Joy
Beautiful
Peace
Beautiful
Patience
Beautiful
Kindness
Beautiful
Goodness
Beautiful
Faithfulness
Beautiful
Gentleness
Beautiful
Self-control
Beautiful

Apples are red
Oranges are orange
Bananas are yellow
Pears are green
Blueberries are blue
Plums are purple
What makes poetry poetry?
Is it the rhyming or sound?
Is it the words that make sense (sometimes)?
Or is it just for smoochy romances?
No to all of the above
What makes poetry is the soel
And the heart and mind
It pieces the poetry puzzle together
And never leaves us confused
But joyful instead
Or angry . . .
Depends on what the poetry style is
Can you keep a secret?
If that is possible, then I shall tell you my secret
I change in ways that are unknown
And everyone sees it
Right before their eyes
But they pretend it doesn't happen
They don't notice me, and that is why I . . .
Why I change
On Monday, I may wear red
On Tuesday and Wednesday, I may wear blue
I become a girly girl on Thursday
And a tomboy on Friday
And a goth on Saturday
And on Sunday, it may be unknown
But I change
And it shall continue
Can you keep a secret?
Stitch by stitch
Square by square
I sew up a quilt of happiness
I send it to the needy
To the poor, I give wealth
To th hungry, I give food
To the homeless, I give shelter
To the orphans, I give families
To the weak, I give strength
No reward is needed, but only a smile
And a thanks
Funny Poetry
I just had the worst dream last night
And I remember seeing you
It was during Math 104
And our teacher, Miss Fu
Was really Katy Perry, teaching us
About how cool she is, and then
I realized I was in my PJs still
In front of my crush named Ben
It was the worst
Good thing it was a dream . . .
. . . or was it?
Other
I once heard of the legand of the great horse
But this legand became real and it is right before me
I cannot believe my eyes
For I see a magnificent stallion
With a mane and tail of silver
And a coat of gold
Eyes of diamonds
And a sure heart as warm as a hot cup of tea
I cannot believe my ears
It neighs and the sound is like a church choir singing Halleghluiah
Singing a beautiful song for God
I cannot believe my nose
It smells the most beautiful scent there is
Much like a bouquet of roses the size of the sun
I cannot believe my lips
When I open my mouth
I taste a great taste
Much like ripe strawberries
Coated in chocolate
And caramel
I sigh when I taste that taste
I approach it, and
I cannot believe my own hand
I feel the softest fur in history
And of all mankind
I shall remember that one single touch
For as long as I live
Which shal now be forever
I climb on the horse
And it flies to the heavens
With me on it
And on the largest cloud
Is Christ himself
I hop off of the horse
Jesus then approaches me
He was the most handsome man
I have ever seen
He smiles and says,
"Welcome."

If there's a will, there's a way
Then possibly, I should stay
If there's a way, there's a will
And your mind, I shall fill
I shall fill the mind, the heart, the soal
But the body, I shall empty, but fill up again
How is that possible?
Love, joy and peace is what makes it all
Possible
Possible
Possible
And even more possible
There is more that meets the eye
Though we may not notice it
There is more that meets the eye
Though we ignore it
I see every detail in the world
When the rest of the world is blind
I am imune to the bad things in life
When the rest are imune to the good ones
I love, I hate
I sob, I cry
I smile, I frown
I say goodbye
I believe every emotion comes to me
In every way possible
"But why here, why now?"
I may ask
But the emotions only answer by saying,
"Why not here, why not now?"
Is this a message from Christ?
Or is it just me being crazy again?
Only God knows . . .
Sawyer, Shelby and Colby
The kind ones
The Pretty ones
Unlike me
Sawyer, Shelby and Colby
The sweet ones
The petite ones
Unlike me
Sawyer, Shelby and Colby
Hugs and kisses
Chocolates and blisses
These are my favorite things
Death and hate
Misery and fate
These aren't my favorite things
stem
stem
stem
the apple stem the apple
I take a bite and I taste a sweet
taste, with tart on the side. It tastes
Delicious! No icky worms
Of any kind, but only a
Snack for me! I am now
Full, but I don't want to waste
So I take another bite. A bit
tarter than the last bite, but so
Good! Then I notice . . . notice . . .
A WORM!!!!! EWW, EWW, EWW, EWWW!
Why in this delicious apple? Why
Not another apple, one with
Less taste in it? Worm
Wormy
Wormy
EWWW
Yuck Yuck!
EWWWW
EWWWW
EWWWW
EWWWWW
EWWWWW
GROSS!
I'm feelin' corny
I'm feelin' corn
I'm feelin' cor
I'm feelin' co
I'm feelin' c
I'm feelin'
I'm feeli
I'm feel
I'm fee
I'm fe
I'm f
I'm
I
The best part
The best par
The best pa
The best p
The best
The bes
The be
The b
The
Th
T
I'm
Going
Down the
Mountain, slowly.
I'm still walking down.
It's a lot easier than going up.
It's cold up here, but I am wearing
a very warm jacket. There is a lot of snow,
everywhere, but also some wild flowers of every
size, shape and color with many leaves on them too.
I love Whyoming, and I love the mountains there as well.
Flutists, play your flutes
Drummers, start drummin'
Let me hear the percussion
Let me hear some strummin'
Clarannets, let's here some music
Come on saxes, start playin'
Let me hear some music now
Or I aint stayin'
Dachshunds
Playful and funny
Dachshunds
Black and tan
Dachshunds
Cute and Fuzzy
Dachshunds
Im not so good at handwritting
A rizona, where we get to see the Grand Canion.
B ut is there other places we get to go? Maybe we could get a . . .
C at and go to the city of . . .
D enver and go on an
E ntertaining skiing trip. Wouln't that be sooooo . . .
F un?
G ee, I wonder what else we could do. Oh yeah! We get to go to ranch camp and ride . . .
H orses all day long.
I t would be great if we could go to . . .
J ackson, Mississippi and Louisville, . . .
K entucky. Or maybe even the gambling capitol of the world, . . .
L as Vegas! I could win BIG BUX there, right?
M aybe I could go to . . .
N ashville and see all . . .
O f the country stars known to man!
P eople would think I'm so cool if I got to see a rare species of . . .
Q uail at the Omaha zoo!
R hriana hasn't even done as much . . .
S tuff as I will get to do this summer. Mom said that I can live the Oregon . . .
T rail in this cool summer program while we are in Missouri. The only thing we CAN'T do is see a . . .
U nicorn. AWWWW! Too bad. We might get to go to . . .
V enice, Italy and see some . . .
W allabies at an . . .
X -tra cool, . . .
Y ippity . . .
Z oo!
Arizona
Bergin
Canada
Denmark
Europe
Fayette
Guinae
Haiti
Iran
Japan
Kakistan
Louisianna
Mozambique
New Zealand
Oregon
Pakistan
Qatar
Rhode Island
South America
Tibet
Love Poetry
I woke up to the sound of tweeting birds
And to the crash of the Pacific waves
And lastly, to the yawn of my pet dog in the kennel
Next to my bed in the bedroom
The sun was shining once again in California
It will always shine
Even when every dark shadow comes
I look out the window once more
And I see many things
From the beach and the shining sun
To the surfers and the dolphins in the ocean
I change into my bikini
And grab my surfboard
I get out of the old beach house
And surf the waves with my friends
The dolphins and fish of the sea
The waves suddenly crash and bash
And I slip, and fall into the ocean below me
But my hero came
The dolphin I love most
Sammy swam over towards the shore
With me on him
And I survived
I lost my surf board
But I survived
I love you, Sammy
Music is my boyfriend
He sings and plays like heaven above
Music is my boyfriend
He's as peaceful as a dove
Music is my boyfriend
He's as cute as peas in a pod
Music is my boyfriend
He has features, much like a god
Music is my boyfriend
He has many things I adore
Music is my boyfriend
He's mine, and we shall be together, once more
Music is my boyfriend
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Magical
Aggressive (not)
Real
Intelligent
Available
Harmless
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Tessa
is
the nicest
person
ever
and
she
is
so
totally
cool!
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Courtney
Sweet
Kind
Loving
Courtney
Smart
Pretty
Athletic
Coutney
Joyful
Funny
Playful
Courtney
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Alex
Ale
Al
A
Al
Ale
Alex
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Mitchell
=
Music
Fun and
Joy
Mitchell
=
Kindness
Love
and
Peace
Mitchell
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Kennedy
Can Be
Kind
Kennedy
Can Be
Catty
But she is still my friend
Kennedy
Can Be
Pretty
Kennedy
Can Be
Petite
But she is still my friend
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Congrats
Angela
You
Have
Won
The
Award
For
The
Girly
Girl
Of
The
Year
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What makes Brady, Brady?
Is it the weirdness?
Or is it the features that all the guys like about him?
What am I to know?
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Beautiful
Energetic
Loyal
Lovely
Everyone's BFF
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The worst part about 7th grade is when our best friends like Joey move.
I'm going to miss him.
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Shelby Is
the kind of friend you want to have
Shelby Is
the kind of person you want to be right now
Shelby Is
Everything!
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Kathleen
Is my favorite friend from Tennessee
. . . and my only one . . .
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Corby is crazy
Corby is great
Corby is funny
Corby is
. . .
Hey, look what he ate! My chocolate cake!
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Kaitie
The
Pig
Lover
Is my good
friend.
I hope
You
See
This
Kaitie!
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Daring
Ominous
Utopian
Gentle
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Salutations to you, Colby
Could you be any cooler?
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Hello Dylan
Hello to you
Hello Dylan
What can you do?
Everything?
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Sabrina
The teenage witch
Sabrina
The teenage friend of mine
Sabrina
The teenage awesome person
Sabrina
My good friend
Sabrina
Someone to trust and befriend
Sabrina
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Collin
Colli
Coll
Col
Co
C
The Guitar hero lover
C
Co
Col
Coll
Colli
Collin
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Laughing
Ominous
Radiant
Intelligent
Silly
Special
Adventurous
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Kalleigh
Kan be Kute
Kalleigh
Kan be Katty
Kalleigh
Kan be Kultural
Kalleigh
Kan be my friend
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Katrina
Is
My
Best
Friend
In
The
World
And
You
Can't
Do
Anything
About
It . . .
GO KATRINA!
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Katlyn
Is my cousin
Katlyn
Is my friend
Katlyn
Is a blonde
Katlyn
Is beautiful
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Music is my boyfriend
That's different
When it comes to my friend, Sawyer
Edward Cullen is her
BOYFRIEND!
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Kenny
Not a Ken Doll
Kenny
Not a wimp
Kenny
An awesome person
Kenny
An athletic person
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Nautical
Obviously awesome
Athletic
Here, alive and kicking
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North America
South America
North Dakota
South Dakota
. . .
And my friend, Dakota
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Ever heard about the story of Leah and Rachel?
My friend, Leah is nothing like the one from the story, but the opposite.
She is not dull, ugly and stupid
But instead, bright, beautiful and intelligent.
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Zippity
Achieving
Character
Head Strong
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Nautical
Intelligent
Caring
Krazy
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Magnificent
Radical
S.pecial
Kreative
Radient
Achieving
Magical
Believing
Experienced
Everything good
Revolting (not)
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Comments (15)
Colby said
at 3:13 pm on May 22, 2009
Deep kjerstin,............ they really make you think
Mitchell said
at 11:38 pm on May 22, 2009
those poems sounded professional and as Colby said were very deep
Kjerstin said
at 9:34 pm on May 24, 2009
Thanks. You guys are too sweet.
Katrina said
at 3:56 pm on May 26, 2009
I thin that your poems are great and I like some of your pics expecially the first pic
doing a GREATJOBkeep going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kjerstin said
at 3:57 pm on May 26, 2009
Thanks Kat. You ROCK!
Katrina said
at 3:59 pm on May 26, 2009
GREAT JOB!!!!!!
Belle said
at 4:58 pm on May 26, 2009
I love all your poems and i like how you used so many different styles i think i like "others" the best
Kjerstin said
at 3:50 pm on May 27, 2009
Thanks Belle! You rock!
Doug said
at 4:20 pm on May 27, 2009
WWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That makes me happy
Kjerstin said
at 8:23 am on May 28, 2009
Thanks . . . I guess . . .
KatlynG said
at 10:49 am on May 28, 2009
kjerstin you have alot of poems but that is good you get a better grade that way and you are really discriptive in your poems i like the one with the apple and the worm
Trevor said
at 10:52 am on May 28, 2009
you spelled coutney instead of Courtney and I DO NOT WANT MY POEM ON THERE.
Kenny said
at 10:53 am on May 28, 2009
I like your gothic poem
Kjerstin said
at 11:36 am on May 28, 2009
Katlyn, you aren't so bad yourself.
Good luck with your page. I'll read it right now.
Mrs. K. said
at 10:06 am on Jun 2, 2009
You certainly covered a wide range of poetry styles and moods here Kjerstin! It seems like you had a lot of fun on this project. Good job!
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