The Dork
I'd say my moment of greatest glory
was when the hottest girl in 9th grade
had her friend come up to me
and say she liked me
that was the year
I warmed the bench
for the basketball team
and programmed my TI-82 calculator
to do my homework
but she never really followed up
not because she's stuck up
she just discovered what a dork I am
poem by Dallin Bruun
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Scotts A Dork
Well like pizza but she doesnt eat the crust
I love her and she loves everyone
She said she likes my band but I dont even like my band
I love her and she loves everyone
I saw her kiss him last night
Im sick now, Im sick now
(but its just a little cold)
Scotts a dork
Scotts a dork
When I say I give up it just means Im going to try again
She loves me and I love everyone
I was kissin her but she was wishin it was him
She loves me and I love everyone
They told her about you and me
Shes mad now (but shell get over it)
Scotts a dork
Scotts a dork
Dork dork dork dork dork dork dork dork dork [repeat 3x]
Youd think that after all this time
Shed change but, she didnt
Scotts a dork
Scotts a dork
Scotts a dork
Scotts a dork
Nows shes walking out the door
I dont need her anymore
I love her
song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Once I grew from 6'1"" to about 6'6"", by that time I was going into 12th grade, and that's when I started wanting to play basketball, because, pretty much basketball players always got the girl.
quote by Eric Williams
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In sixth grade, my basketball team made it to the league championships. In double overtime, with three seconds left, I rebounded the ball and passed it - to the wrong team! They scored at the buzzer and we lost the game. To this day, I still have nightmares!
When She Was Lost
On the most sunniest day of the year,
On the most brightest day of the month,
On the most hottest day of the week,
A little girl was in the middle of the park.
These little girl was never heard,
These little girl was never seen,
These little girl was never understand,
But one day she disappeared.
No one saw,
No one heard,
No one cared,
These little girl was never there.
A little heart with little time,
A little heart with little hope,
A little heart with little chance,
Little girl who no one saw.
Little girl given one chance,
Little girl given one hope,
Little girl given one life,
Sad truth is she died that day.
On the most sunniest day of the year,
On the most brightest day of the month,
On the most hottest day of the week,
A little girl was in the middle of the park.
These little girl was....You fill in the rest.
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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No homework
No homework, no homework, no homework
it would be lovely, it would be great,
it would be as good as chocolate cake.
No homework, no homework, no homework,
oh the things I would do, it would be fun,
it would be a cupcake bun.
No homework, no homework, no homework,
an amazing day, but next day at school,
a pop quiz and now the teacher says hurray.
poem by Ben Mannion
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Getting Through
School, school, the golden rule.
It can be tough, it can be cruel.
Sometimes I like it,
Sometimes I hate it.
Playing with friends is great fun,
but it's a bummer when there's homework to be done.
Every once in a while I fall asleep,
but then there are consequences I must reap.
So I must stay awake and focus hard,
or from school I will be barred.
If I pass this grade that I am in,
then next year, another grade I will begin.
poem by Cheryl Wilson
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The It Girl
The It Girl-
Someone who's stuck up and rude,
Someone who doesn't care about anyone but themselves,
Someone who is spoiled and gets anything,
Someone who hates anyone who isn't just like them..
The It Girl-
The girl who is popular,
The girl who is rich,
The girl who has money in the bank,
The girl who gets the guys.
The It Girl-
The cheerleaders,
The preps,
The dance team,
The ditzy girls.
The It Girl-
She's the one who craves attention,
She's the one who acts mean and hateful,
She's the one who will be in trouble later one,
She's the one I will never be.
poem by Jessica Beal
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Basketball was not my main sport in grade school, or even the first year of high school.
quote by Mike Krzyzewski
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My father was a soccer player. All my friends played basketball though, so I stuck with basketball.
quote by Steve Nash
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Television
In my opinion one of the greatest inventions there ever was. Yet Man has never discovered it's true potential. It has become for the most part entertainment for the boobs.
Colored
talking gadget
programmed specially for
societies mental midget
demands.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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First Homework
Tis the day I got my first batch of homework
From where you ask?
From my first grade class of course
I wonder how I should start
From the days my siblings warned me of this
I have always forever dreaded this
And now the time has finally come upon me
to open the books of doom
So as I sit there waiting patiently
Hoping a way to succeed
I decided to finally start this
For else the end is near
As I finished the homework I see
i realized it's not so bad
maybe I'll enjoy this once in a while
The dreaded homework no one seeks
poem by Venus Fire
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Hoemwork Love
I love my homework,
Yes I do!
I do my homework,
Yes I do!
Can you imagine why,
I never start to cry,
'Oh my homework's just too much! '
ever let it out of my clutch,
My homework's are emty
Tutor doesn't shout ' Memty! '
I have not seen anything so fair,
I don't have homework,
So there!
poem by Sharmila Saheed
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The 1 I Hate is
The 1 I hate is in the 8th grade
The 1 I hate is on the basketball team
The 1 I hate is in afterschool
The 1 I hate is on my afterschool bus
The 1 I hate is tall
The 1 I hate is 16
The 1 I hate is ugly
The 1 I hate is black
The 1 i hate is Cortez Anthony Wilkins j.r
poem by Francell Dillard
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6th Grade Poem
6th grade rushes on,
The work grows harder,
And the days grow longer,
But our friends help us on the way,
As do the teachers,
Mrs. Franklin (the project queen) ,
Mrs. Gunter (the expert experimenter) ,
Mrs. Floyd (the pop quiz thriller) ,
And Mrs. Adams (the homework-giving fanatic) ,
All friends together and together as one we stand,
The homework grows,
The dances come,
Grades rise and fall,
Yet it’s fun,
Fun to be educated by inspiring people,
And become inspiring as well,
The projects grow further apart,
As do the mistakes we make,
So let’s take a moment and think...
Think back on our past and recollect
the experiences we have had and will always cherish.
poem by Kathryn Miller
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The beginning of school
It’s the beginning of school once again soon;
Playing all summer in the water and camping under the moon.
The classrooms are fresh,
The floors look new;
Even the windows can be seen with a gleam.
The custodians worked so very hard under the summer heat
Trying to get things neat,
What a feat! !
The teachers were busy getting ready for you,
Figuring out what lessons and homework to do.
The secretaries type letters all day and printing the news to read.
The principal in charge of it all is out to give us another great year,
So give her a cheer.
Holbrook is cool,
So stay in school,
Do your homework and you’ll make the next grade.
Hurray! Welcome back to all...
poem by William Sawyers
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Time Stands Still For The Likes Of Me
Time stands still for the likes of me
Other than this moment, time does not exist
There is no past or future beyond this moment
Just this moment in time exists, and nothing more
The passage of time has no effect on me, ill or otherwise
I do no feel it's passing
It's comings and goings are lost on me
I am stuck - lost - in a timeless era
I do not seem to age, neither physically nor mentally
They say it is only 'natural' for my body to look and feel 'young'
It is merely my age that makes me feel this way
That it is only my youthfulness
But why, then, does my mind not age?
I have felt no progression on my part since grade school
I feel as though the past ten years did not exist
Middle school and high school are a blur to me
No real memories or recollection of that time in my past
I have nothing to prove it ever existed, save for the passing of time
Yes, time has stopped for me
My memory is at a standstill
I have a brain freeze that has lasted nearly a decade
I look no older than a 15 year old girl
A high school sophomore
And I carry virtually the same mentality
Time stands still for the likes of me
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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Invisible
Did you spot the girl
Who sat all alone,
On a bench in a playground
Outcast and unknown? ......
The mates meet up early
To recall and recite
From the programmes they watched
On the previous night
The girl on the bench
Her eyes dart pensively
She doesn't join in
As she has no tv
The mates meet for break
Strong opinions they share
On what clothes they like
Trends in labels to wear
The girl on the bench
Turns away in her shame
She doesn't join in
Shabby clothes on her frame
The mates meet for lunch
The school rings with loud prattle
The alpha females
Choose a cage they can rattle
The girl on the bench
muted through her own choice
She doesn't join in
scared of her own small voice
The mates have a moan
At their parents restrictions
Loving guardian's angst
They interpret as friction.
The girl on the bench
Knows the deal she's been dealt
She doesn't join in
Little love has she felt
The mates gather up
Final bell has been rung
The school empties out
All except one...........
The girl on the bench
Sadly stands and walks home
How she longs to fit in
And not feel so alone.
poem by Stevie Taite
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Who To Love?
should i love the girl who i already know?
or the girl who is newer in my life?
both are my close friends
should i love the Best Friend
or the one i already have a crush on
both are beautiful
should i love the girl who has been my friend from childhood?
or the girl who ive known for a year?
both I know well
which would be better, the girl who has more history with me
or the girl who I want to make history with
both are really nice
which would be the best choice the girl who could like me
or the girl who likes another guy
both are super fun
which would be my match the girl who knows me
or the girl who sort of knows me
both could be the one
which would you choose?
the one who i have history with?
the one who i already like?
who to love?
girl on line one?
girl on line two?
I Need A Friend
I need a friend for sharing, bearing and forgiving everything
I need a friend for solve my problems
I need a friend for wipe my tears
I need a friend for lay on her shoulder
I need a friend for cheer my way
I need a friend for scold, when i did something bad
I need a friend for go wherever we like
I need a friend for do my homework
I need a friend for playing together
I need a friend for my companion
I need a friend for watching movies
I need a friend for chatting
I need a friend for take a part of my life
I need a friend love eachother
I need a friend for love truly
I need a friend for give my pure love
My friend where are you?
poem by dilstefny DD8
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Homework Sucks
Homework! Oh homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink!
If only a bomb would explode you to bits!
Homework! Oh homework!
You’re giving me the fits!
Homework is a stumbling block
they all say it is the only way
to sharpen my brain
what a drain!
Keep me thoughtful and creative
Encourage me to be innovative
Keep me occupied with some positive motive
Yeah right
I can see some light
The idea is bright
All this talk, talk, talk
I am just doing my homework
As I listen to the clock
Singing out tick, tock, tick, tock
Do not mock, just do your homework
Some teachers say
'You should do more'
But we stand are ground
And make no fuss
Then we say
No Please
Not More
I HATE HOMEWORK
poem by Fahed Sharaf
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