Poem for school

Look at some stuff by Allen Ginsberg. Or Bob Dylan.

the jabberwocky is pretty out there

The Termite. By Ogden Nash, 1902-1971

I dont know what happened there... but the poem goes:

"Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good,
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today"

Lewis Carroll is the man. I did that like 2 years ago for english

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

one a sunny day
everyone was truning gay
should i go that way too
or just stand beside my empty shoe
with a ear to the ground
i can her i pound
of all the thing i have done wroung
come on people help me sing this song
but no one heres
all this wasted years
so one last time i look to the sky
and kiss this life good bye
and this blade sinks into my skin
i wounder if the thoughts of being thin
escaping this world of over sized fatness
were every one i see lookes so pissed
what is wroung with them
we just need a few good himes
sing them out loud and the clouds
well part and all the broeken harts well be saved
from a life time of shame
and the pain of this wip
as ima a slave
to my own war a war on poverty
as every one moves away from me
ima seen walking the street day on days
wiht the thoughts of once being happy and gay
and the sun shining bright
but ima without light
and all i can sight
is the blade that calles my name
but i cant do ti cause of the shame
the sheame of breakeing that promise
but not having anyone who would miss
this pile of shit that is called a body
the tears that all ways fall from these broken eyes
and iam running out of ryems
i well rape it up
so pour you blood into a cup
adn lie with your face up and say goo bye .

yeah that may be long enouf i tryed really hard to make it up on the spot haha




thats right i have no life

i would give you one of mine, but i don't like sharing my poetry...

share it with me please i love poetry

my favourite poem:


I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

like this one a lot too, but i dont think it would be good for school, maybe clean but then it ruins it

personally i enjoy the romantics and their relationship with nature, check out some sonnets by Keats, or anything by Wordsworth or Shelly, they are classics for a reason.  Here is one of my favourites from Keats.

John Keats (1795–1821).  The Poetical Works of John Keats.  1884.   20. O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell     O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,   Let it not be among the jumbled heap   Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,         5   May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep   ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,   Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,         10 Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,   Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,   When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

Fucking thing, lets try again


O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-
Nature’s observatory - whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee