11th Grade Poems | Examples of 11th Grade Poetry

Pink mushroom guy was a dancer, a dreamer called Dilly Dally Dew. He loved fuchsia, purple, lavender, and pink of every shade and hue. Why does he insist on those colors? His dad asked, irritated a bit. Pink was the color for boys in Victorian days, said his wife, Mrs. Whit. Daddy looked it up, for it was difficult...

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I havea zillion things to give utterance severely about. Been there Don't quit on yourself, Considering it will be distractions Along one's travels of plots and traps. Been There The visage of pieces of puzzling scars. Been There Mental and Physical Violations, Familiar faces Switching lanes, Unfamiliar places, coins tossed aside where it lands no one knows. Been...

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Tears in my eyes, and a tear on my heart. Fear in my mind, and scars on my soul. Time moves on, but still are my thoughts, For I fought for some peace, but life is not still. I plunged in a pool of angry wavers, seeking justice. But the honest truth was to evade the truth — The truth about...

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Yellow in your eyes— seemed bright, but honeyed words didn’t feel right. Letters that questioned truth and dare, asked other girls— green-eyed, now I won’t spare. Engraved in my head, the lesson’s clear: Don’t forget. Player, player—why would he care? Saw those chats, I won’t spare. A green flag in your eyes But I fear the truth hides in disguise You call me dear, so...

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The grass blue butterfly looks a bit like a moth Bet you missed her completely said the arrogant sloth I admitted that I have never seen any like this. One just blew by you, she’s the size of a penny, you crazy old Miss!...

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I was not expecting to see big foot’s prints in the snow When I came upon them to my horse I yelled “whoa!” Took out my turquoise tape and measured one of them too. Sixteen inches long, and the width was longer than my boo....

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A lady's strength, a force so divine, Empowering others, a heart that shines. In times of need, she stands tall and bold, A voice for justice, her spirit unfold. When abuse strikes, she rises with might, A fellow lady's voice, a beacon in flight. Together they stand, a bond so strong, Fighting for what's right, where they belong. Beyond the kitchen, her potential...

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Why do I love God? Why do we adore? For me, it's simple: He created me, and more. In His image, I'm crafted, a work of art divine, A reflection of His love, a heart that beats in rhyme. He loved me first, before I knew His name, Before I understood the depth of His holy flame. He pursued me, gently,...

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Wake up. Wake up! I tried to pry my eyes open. Wake up. I clawed and clawed at my open eyes. I could not wake. Why could I not wake from this nightmare? Wake up. I stopped fighting. I could feel it coming back. Everything came back. It played before my eyes once again. Over. And over. And over...

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I just don't want to hurt you. There is so much going through my mind. All the feelings drown me, The waves hit me and knock me down. Down. All the way down, Until my face is in the sand and I can't breathe. I just don't want to hurt you. But as my lungs fill with...

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I no longer check under the bed for monsters, I don't run when I turn out the light, Or hide under my blanket when I hear a noise, I don't run up the stairs, scared to look behind, I no longer cry for my mom to check the closet. Not because I don't believe, But...

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More Than a Crush Each time I breathe, I feel your touch — Though we haven’t known each other much, I hope you could be more than a crush. Tell me if I’m moving too fast, But my heart is in a quiet rush. I fear losing you… Yet regret holds me, too. I may not be the one you pictured, Not...

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Lo, coffee breaks can be broken. Mission impossible, to wit Negaholics manage the show, Often bad-mouthing managers. Plans to relax workers is foiled....

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i clearly loved you more. if you had loved me you wouldve put in effort— we would’ve been together, only if you had loved me. you said you did, but that promise was as hollow as the way i felt in the end...

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i put in too much effort yet sometimes, it’s not enough to make them stay i try and try. i pour my soul out, but at the end of the day i’m left with my thoughts. i sit in silence and think i think about what i need to be better for myself and them i need reassurance that maybe i am doing okay and it’s all...

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