View the Winners | View Poems by School Round 3 The world around us is the ultimate source of inspiration. There is ever an abundance of material for the writer to glean. Please respond to one of the following with a poem. Listen to a piece of instrumental music (no lyrics) and write a poem based on what you think the music is about or where it takes you. The music could be rock, jazz, classical, world, etc. Look at a newspaper and use its contents-any or all of it, including stories, ads, layout, personals, classifieds, etc.-as your source of inspiration for a poem. Ask an older person to tell you a story about his or her life. You might ask them to tell you about the time when they were your age. Or you might want them to tell you about something quite specific. Write a poem based on what they tell you. Portal Ground yourself Free fall like a warm snow flake Toward the sky, Heavens awake Erotically pure Let yourself be drummed Pulse with guitar strings Orgasm Prism vibration Soul playground Festive carnival mind Utopia, Blend, vaporize Dimension appear anyone with concert tickets This plane departs, One step deep -Angie Poynter, Taos High School (Rating: 8.80) Read Reviews of this Poem Reoccuring Nightmare My eyes scan over the small black print. The letters alone devoid of meaning, Yet together they engulf me with sorrow. A neighborhood is struck With the reality of death. As children amuse themselves Playing hopscotch in the street, Near fallen debris and crime scene tape. Nearby flames devour homes filled with pictures, Vivid memories of a better time. The sky, viewed as a hazard Inflicts fear on those below. I see myself in their place, My eyes swollen, plagued with names of lost lives, People who hold a place in our hearts. The crash of United Airlines 587 Came at a time when our country is already torn, Leaving us to pick up the pieces once again, Like an officer on the blackened streets of New York Thankful he lives on. From The Alburquerque Journal -Jamie Ross, Onate High School (Rating: 8.60) Read Reviews of this Poem Sacrafice Hearing so dim now because of the Deafening call from the past. Such hearing now lost thanks to the vision Of the future you would save. That call of war which deafens all minds, Blurs the present to see only what lies ahead. The sacrifice you gave us then Only for a future you could not guess. You gave your youth, you gave your mind Off to war simply for other’s lives. That sacrifice you can never get back, Remembered when you look upon our flag. That flag you fought for, The truths for which it stands; You remember it daily, But what of the common man? Yes that ordinary person living on The 48th street you fought to save; How often do they think of your sacrifices For this, the land of the brave? Only two of three hundred and sixty-five days. -Charles James, Las Cruces High School (Rating: 8.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Beyond the Horizon From where I stand I can feel the mist of the Congo jungle, and can hear the beating of the Ngombis and the Kelelis. So moving. Then taken to the heart of India where the sound of the Sarangi and the Sruti-peti makes my heart race, and where I can taste the dense humid curry air. So exotic. Then taken far across to the Orient, where I can hear the Sakuhachi and the Qin, and smell a hint of ginger. So mystical. Then west to the land of Arabia where I can hear the sound of the Durbekeh, while the smell of allspice tickles my nose. So amazing. Overwhelmed by their music and culture that is so rich, lively, and tasteful as if mocking our dull and bland one. Wonderful and magical things lie beyond the horizon. -Shareen, Santa Fe Preparatory School (Rating: 8.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Old Days "Back in the old days," my grandma used to say we had no bills to pay like we do today. We lived in homes made out of mud and sticks that we had to hand mix. We didn't drive around in fancy automobiles. Instead we had to listen to the wagon wheels. Grandma's never worn high heels, but had to wear moccasins until her feet peel. We had no public schools or boarding schools. Instead we made fancy jewelry with hand made tools sitting on hard wooden chairs enjoying the fresh air . . . That was how we lived in the "old days," she used to say. -Leatrice Whitegoat, Ft. Wingate Bia School (Rating: 8.00) Read Reviews of this Poem Omnipotent Love Her love is comforting deep in my soul, Her life is a novel, never been sold. Her eyes a shade of green-blue, As if reflecting the ocean's gorgeous hue. Her house reeking of raisin bread, Those memories I keep in my head. Her voice a soft whisper touching my heart, Her wit was fantastic, she was so smart. Her grace was beautiful as if gliding along, She had the best way of never being wrong. Her stories calmed me as I fell to sleep, Now I see her obituary and I begin to weep. I miss her so much, yet I knew she had to go, I miss her touch within every dress she'd sew. My grandmother was more than you could ever want to know, She touched my heart and taught me how to love, and for that she is my hero. -Kesha Lynette Flint, San Jon High School (Rating: 7.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Radtzky March Purple ribbon winding, Bringing dusky twilight. Angel of black, spreading wings. Mists rising on a soft blue plain, Darts of red and orange, As of firebirds. Reality dancing on satin slippers. Twisting ribbons of green. Swaying of a plain, Gently becoming the rythmatic rippling of a lake. Twinking stars, Unobscured by atmosphere. Time marching upon existence. Petty squabbles of reality and fantasy obsolete. Dark ribbon, flush away color and meaning. A plain of nothing. Darkness. And an angel. -Kira Lueth, Socorro High School (Rating: 7.50) Read Reviews of this Poem I'm free As the music plays the rhythm of her instrument allows my lyrics to take me away. So far, forever, run and don't stop. FREEDOM are the words. I stand on the highest waterfall, so loud my words are, FREEDOM then jump off. Fly free so free. Into the ocean in despair I dip swim fast or slow, back and forth, swim free so free. The tallest mountain is now in my soul wind accompanies me yells with me the echo is, FREEDOM My mind has just gone off to realize, I love who I am. I'm free so free. -Griselda Estrada, Taos High School (Rating: 7.20) Read Reviews of this Poem Cloudy Days Dark and sleepy, The day goes by. How drab is the day, How dismal the sky. The sun is overpowered, By heavy clouds. The gentle rays of warmth, Are held back by leaden shrouds. How I long for that bright orb, The one they call the sun, Till these raindrops exhaust themselves, And the drizzly season is done. Never before has the sky been so black, Or the air so soggy. Never have colors seemed so lost, Or the heavens seemed so foggy. I crave the warmth of the sun And a radiance to touch the earth, Clear waters to flow with ease, Around a mountain's girth. -Carly Moya, St. Pius X -Albuquerque (Rating: 7.10) Read Reviews of this Poem Flamenco Flambe Each strum of strings A new anticipation Pulsates I cannot grasp The melody's movement Through me A sharp intake Of breath Music Before it is taken away With the next slap of rhythm And I shudder At the painful pleasure All that the beat contains -Lydia Lopez, St. Pius X -Albuquerque (Rating: 7.00) Read Reviews of this Poem Dance of Instruments Memories of rain Tapping upon the window. Drip though my mind, As the guitar gently weeps. Sorrow filled violins Whine about the sun concealing itself Among the clouds, While the pinging notes cry for a spring day. Dissecting music into bars, Individual wavelengths and frequencies of radio waves Create the abc’s of life’s pleasures. Electrons flow from the compounds that create our society To the ears that the Brain Perceives as a rejuvenation. As if awakened by the Leptons ringing in my ears, I am aware that Music sews itself into a body, mind and soul. I am taken to a far place hidden within, Independent upon its genera, But dependent upon my perception. Gentle precipitation on sweet fields of alfalfa Dance in the wind As a cello hums its voice. -Karen Cotter, Socorro High School (Rating: 7.00) Read Reviews of this Poem Sweet Sensation It is a language for only me to hear... that he whispers in my ear feels like soft, sweet kisses warm... and chilling -Tara Ritchie, Taos High School (Rating: 6.80) Read Reviews of this Poem Black Blood, Crimson Flames Black Blood, Crimson Flames Black blood flowing from open wounds, with crimson flames flickering to silenced tunes. The dark blood dripping from silver blades, the flames burning from warped, violent raids. Children’s tears slashed from their faces, demons arising from their hellish places. That’s all I see, in my mind’s eye, with my imagination, I can truly and freely fly. Beyond the human comprehension, I can release all my tension. I am above what you will ever see, as mystical and mysterious as an unused key. You think you know me, yet you do not, I will be the battle that will remain un-fought. I close my eyes and what I realize, won’t be accomplished by any tries. So for your own sake, Believe that my world is fake. For you cannot follow my wild imagination, I am more than just a creation. Inspired by: “Raziel’s Theme Song” (Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver -Ellen Bone, San Jon High School (Rating: 6.70) Read Reviews of this Poem Understanding Why can't they just understand? Understand me, and lend out a helping hand. To show me that there are ways to ease the pain. To show me the strength and happiness to gain. To comfort my heart and stop the tears. To diminish my anger, and kill my fears. To understand me is to listen and see. My problems that have much power over me. Maybe I'm just too scared to face the consequences that I might pay, Maybe I'm just too afraid of trying to push them away. -Vanissia Chavez, Ft. Wingate Bia School (Rating: 6.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Goodbye Too sad to get angry Too hurt to cry I still can't figure out What happened to us, the girl and the guy? The pain is great It's hardly worth bearing We don't even talk Feelings left without sharing The air is thick with pain and sorrow We won't be able to talk today or tomorrow Lonely and weary without my friend Why did this happen? Is it time for the end? So many memories and so many tears All gone to hell, replaced with my fears Time to say goodbye for now -Joshua Muehlenweg, St. Pius X -Albuquerque (Rating: 6.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Living in the Past “Things aren’t the same As they used to be.” A quote from my grandma. “People used to be Honest, Respectable, And hard working.” Sometimes, It’s easy to agree, But other times, We have such opposing Viewpoints. It’s hard to listen To somebody Who doesn’t agree With anything you say. We can’t even Watch TV together, Because we don’t like The same programs. Even though We disagree so much, We still love each other Unconditionally. -Jennifer Wright, San Jon High School (Rating: 6.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Sounds of Chaos A Storm of Music Fills the Air Changing Tempos as if Changing Moods A Chaotic Storm of Sound is Domineering But a Calm Hides Within A Crescendo of Sound Flows Through this Piece Emotions Travel with it Calm, Panic, Anger, Bewilderment The Sounds of a Split Personality A Voice Moves Within Speaking in Tongues Speaking of a Journey, a Triumph A Hidden Voice Speaking of Its Travels -JO-2001 -Jacob Ovrick, San Jon High School (Rating: 6.50) Read Reviews of this Poem Fur Elise Passion makes us desperate Desperation makes us reach deep inside ourselves The deeper we reach inside The more we learn, and the more we are aware About life, love and the common scheme of things we don’t identify with I felt the magic of the composition seep into my soul And I experienced a connection with the music A special link that only I could perceive The melody of the chords touched my heart The fervor of the hauntingly beautiful notes Seemed to surge through my bloodstream I reflected on how the composer might have been feeling And let his conformity merge with my own essence Reminding me of how I am not always aware Of how I should reach deep inside And find the desperation to make me want to do so For passion makes us desperate -Crystal Terrell, San Jon High School (Rating: 6.40) Read Reviews of this Poem Visions Simple pleasures in life, Rain falling on your roof, Holding someone you love close to you, Calming lullabies, Sung softly in your ear, Ledgends and stories told of long ago, Ancient history set before us, To be examined and listened to, All bringing visions to our minds, Of things we've never dreamed of before. -Katy Gordon, San Jon High School (Rating: 6.20) Read Reviews of this Poem When I Listen to Music When I listen to music, it takes me into a world of dreams. A world nobody but me knows exists. Like an artist who has a vision, music fills me with thoughts and emotions it has a mind of its own. Music is like a boat on the sea or like a cloud of rain falling wherever it pleases. So when I listen to music, I go with the flow. -C.J. Daye, Ft. Wingate Bia School (Rating: 6.00) Read Reviews of this Poem Pages: [<<] 1 2 3 [>>] View the Winners | View Poems by School Webslam Home