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This page has some of my favoriate poems. It also has links to my favoirate poetry site. I write poetry when i get free time.

 

MY FAVORIATE WEB SITES OF POETRY!

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TAKE ME HOME

 

 

Can't Explain- by Scott E.T

Sweet as you are and maybe as crazy at it seems,

Your the one that makes my life gleem, Your here for me, and i’m there for you,

Not a wind nor mountain could take me from you,

Not a ocean nor a cave  could keep me from finding you,

I can’t explain why I love you so much but my heart tells me I do,

And I follow it, and I shall also follow you

 

*SOMEBODY SHOULD OF TAUGHT HIM* by Edward Canada

I WENT TO A PARTY I REMEMBERED WHAT YOU SAID

YOU TOLD ME NOT TO DRINK AND DRIVE SO I HAD

A SPRITE INSTEAD,I FELT PROUD OF MYSELF THE

WAY YOU SAID I WOULD,THAT I CHOSE NOT TO

DRINK AND DRIVE THOUGH SOME FRIENDS SAID

\I SHOULD.I KNEW I ,MADE A HEALTHY CHOICE

AND YOUR ADVICE TO ME WAS RIGHT.AS THE

PARTY FINALLY ENDED AND THE KIDS DROVE

OUT OF SITE.I GOT INTO TO MY CAR SURE

TO MAKE IT HOME IN ONE PIECE.I NEVER KNEW

WHAT WAS COMING SOMTHING I EXPECTED

LEAST.NOW I AM LYING IN THE PAVEMENT

I CAN HEAR THE POLICEMAN SAY"THE KID

THAT CAUSED THIS WRECK WAS DRUNK"

HIS VOICE SEEMED SO FAR AWAY.MY BLOOD

IS ALL AROUND ME,AS I TRY HARD NOT TO

CRY.I CAN HEAR THE PARAMEDIC SAY,"THIS

GIRL IS GOING TO DIE",BUT I AM SURE THE

GUY HAD NO IDEA,WHILE HE WAS FLYING HIGH,

BECASUE HE CHOSE TO DRINK AND DRIVE,THAT I

WOULD HAVE TO DIE.SO WHY DO PEOPLE DO IT,

KNOWING IT RUINS LIVES?AND NOW THE PAIN IS

CUTTING ME,LIKE 1 HUNDRED STABBING KNIVES.

TELL SISTER NOT TO BE AFRAID,TELL DADDY TO

BE BRAVE,AND WHEN I GO TO HEAVEN TO PUT

"DADDY'S GIRL"ON MY GRAVE .SOME ONE SHOULD

OF TAUGHT HIM THAT IT IS WRONG TO DRINK

AND DRIVE.MABYE IF HIS PARENTS HAD,I'D STILL

BE ALIVE.MY BREATH IS GETTING SHORTER,AND I'M

GETTING REALLY SCARED.THESE ARE MY FINAL

MOMENTS AND I AM SO UNPREPARED.I WISH

THAT YOU COULD HOLD ME, MOM AS I LIE

HERE AND I DIE.I WISH THAT I COULD TELL

YOU I LOVE YOU AND GOOD-BYE