personification

My car

ODE to MY CAR
You’re pretty black bra and all
You have your ups and downs
The good days and the bad
You may be slow
But you always finish the race
I have to bribe you up the hill
And you scream at me when I touch the accelerator
I fear one day
You might die
I promise
I will cry at your funeral
Some days you make me laugh
And we have our fun
But then you let your wheels spin
And I think you may murder me
None the less you are my car

Ode to the Helmet

Ode to the Helmet
Watch me like a guardian angel
Protect me during my most vulnerable situations
Sturdy as rock,
Yet nurturing as a mother
Dedicated to
Shielding me
Like some kind of super hero
And I thank you

Ode to Summer

Ode to summer,
Back when the sun kept playing hide and go seek with the clouds
When the swings would play jump rope with the wind
Ode to summer,
Back when the sun stayed up past its bed time
And when the beach water tried dragging you in
Ode to summer,
When swimming pools would call your name
With Dairy Queen jumping out at you behind every corner
Ode to summer,
With the flower spraying you with their various smells
And when rain came at you like bullets
Ode to summer,
The trees would hold out there arms for me
And the leaves shivered as the wind blew around them.

Ode to Mustaches

Jill Folsland

A mustache is the perfect man

They are there when the going gets sticky, messy

Always willing to help clean up the mess

Dressed like a furry Eskimo ready for combat

Saving secret snacks for later

Try to cut me out of your life and I will grow back; sneak-attack

Masculine mustaches move mountainous mouths

Ode to the door

The door,
Stands straight and tall,
Locks you in and out,
You just might pout,
It stares you down every time you go by,

Wishing it would die,
Often used… much abused,
Softly or slammed shut,
Held on with screws and three bolts,
To help it spin and turn,
Turn the handle and you may come in.

Ode To The Big Rig

With her beautiful yellow headlight like eyes in the distance
On cold winter mornings when she won’t wake up
Come on baby you can do it
I think she gets more encouragement then me
When he is away she is like his second wife
Bring him from one place to the next
Knowing the way like a trustful wife
Going far distances without running out of steam
Hauling large loads with her extendible legs
But in the end of the day
When its time to sleep it becomes a Big Rig

Ode to Clock

Ode to clock
Counting down my last hour
Shoving numbers in my face
Confusing me with Roman numerals
That I don’t understand
Whispering that I really have no time
Ticking like a time bomb

Laughing at me as I’m watching,
Waiting for it to strike 3:30
I watch as its hand mocks me
And spins around and around
As its face watches me
I sit and stare, waiting,
Just for it to say
The day is over

Her Locket

I clung to the locket tight
As I made my way to the lake
This was the last thing I had of her
The only thing to hold dear
As I sat on a rock and ponder
Why do I need her so?
She came and spoke to me
Drop the locket she said
You don’t need it anymore
For all the memories in your heart
Will keep you safe and warm
A locket would do nothing for you
So drop it my dear angel
For Ill always be here
Right in your heart
No locket is needed
So as I walked back up to the cabin
I kept wondering if I should let it go
So then my fingers loosened
And I dropped the locket in the thick mud of the ocean

Nicole Is Confused

Nicole.
Nicole isn't smart.
She doesn't pay attention in class.
She is also really tired.

Is
What is is?
Is is the form of to be.
To be or not to be that is the question.

Confused
What is confused?
I am confused.
Confused sounds like a boring and sad word.

i am hungry

i-
i not me or him
it's i tim or timmy
not jimmy or billy
i get bored
and tired yet
i am verry active

am-
am not a.m. or pam
its am as in spam
it follows you like glue
maybe it hides in your shoe
because its feeling blue
so you better hold it close to you


Hungry-
hungry is a loose name
like a bungy cord
that lays quietly on your floor
because its poor
and terribly sore

Wrote by:
Pick mama1212 aka timmy

Corn Tastes Good

Corn-
It grows on the stalk,
They come large and small,
Made as corn on the cob,
Cut into little pieces,
They get eaten every day.

Taste-
You eat every day,
Taste something good and bad,
You taste your meat and vegetables,
Taste the drinks that you swallow,
Taste is everything in the world.

Good-
Everything is good to someone,
Feel good in the morning and at night,
Feel good when you eat,
Fresh air feels good,
Good helps you to relax.

I Want Sleep

I Want Sleep

I-
Not us
Not we
Not they
Not you
Me
Simply me, myself, and I

Want-
Not need
Not have
to wish
to dream
to desire
Complex, Unending, want

Sleep-
Not consious
Not nap
Not dead
Not coma
Relentless or easy
Relaxing or stressing, sleep

3 Word Poem

Haters Gunna Hate

Haters –

some actually like you

some don’t

some make a living out of hating.

Do nothing else, just… hate.

Gunna –

slang for going to

Going to…

Where?

The mall? The movies? The pet store?

Hate –

Opposite of love.

It seems there is more hate than love in this world.

90% hate.

10% love.

I Hate You Poem

I-

This is me no one else but me

No one thinks this but me

I disagree with everything you do

I am a pessimist when you are in the picture

Hate-

Me = hate = you

Every time I see you I suffer

Why hate?

Such a strong word! – But it’s true

You-

Make me angry

Antagonize me with your words

Play games with my mind

Not going to stop until I am totally crazy

Pie is good
By: Harrison James Anderson

Pie
Pie is heaven in food form
Pie is an explosion in my mouth
Pie is awesome
Pie is da bomb
Pie is so awesome it is also an infinite number

Is
One is a fan of pan
One is not a fan of pie
One is smart
One is not so smart
One agrees with the fan of pie

Good
Most think pie is good
Others do not think pie is very good
These people are wrong
What make pie so good?
We may never know

Harrison's My Bff.

Harrison’s my bff.

Harrison’s –

The one and only

The best ever

The coolest freshman in the world

The one that likes to talk about how much he loves me

Favorite number is 7

My-

My cat

My face

My toe

My basketball

None even compare to Harrison, that’s just how great he really is

Bff-

The best

Always there for you

Funny

Amazing

A boss

I love Weezy

I-
am Abby
Abby is me
I'm also called ayybayybayy
I like puppies
I like penguins too
Love-
is the opposite of hate
is the best feeling ever
has a lot of meaning
is represented by hearts
makes you happy
Weezy-
is called President Carter
represents YMCMB
raps with Drake
real name is Dwayne Carter
stage name is Lil' Wayne

The 3 Word Poem

I Like Cupcakes

I

Not you or her.

Me.

The girl named Jill

Where?

Right here. Not over there; look with your eyes

 Like

I also like red velvet cake, but only with cream cheese frosting.

I like the color purple.

I like to grocery shop.

I like sparkly headbands; bow on the right.

I like to mix cereals for my breakfast.

Cupcakes

Pastelitos en Espanol

Not the kind that you make from a box in your house; from the super market preferably.

The sugary, squishy kind that you pile high with frosting and multicolored sprinkles

You will have  a frosting stache’.

What a delicious treat.

As Snow Falls

As-
what is as?
a describing word
a word used to compare things
as such a strong word
But yet so short

Snow-
White flakes
Frozen water
Comes from cloud
Used to make snowmen

Falls-
Falling on the ground
Falling asleep
Falling in love
No matter what everything will eventually fall

I Hate You

I
me, not you
Not my mom
Not my friend
but me
Me, as in Kailyn

Hate
but i also may hate cats
But Abby hates liars
And So Do I
Hate Not Love
Dislikeing you to the greast extent

You
You not me
The person that you should be
Not some random person
not anyone
But You!