Best 11Th Grade Poems

Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self, 
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry 
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary...

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Oceana

Oceana flings her sequined petticoats
Upon the sands as if to toss the seaweed 
From the swirling edges
While she dances with the wind
With each turn she swings her skirts
In thunder
As she passes – faster, faster -
Until her laughter foams upon the waves
And in the early midnight...

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What is holding you back?
What is stopping you?
What is making you uncomfortable 
about asking?
about wanting?
about dreaming?
about wishing?
about expecting?
about planning?
about setting new goals?
about learning new things?
about figuring out other ways?
about being your most excited self?
about opening yourself up to new opportunities?
New  possibilities? New people? New...

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"what is this strange place, we find ourselves in
trapped in the open, we are free within"

in the darkest realm of desperation,
we find love and some hope for elation,

in swirling crowds, solace of solitude,
amongst stony hearts, pearl of gratitude,

in eddy currents of tears, hint of smile,
in...

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Rise Up

Rise up to the blessing of another day.
To all that awaits you this moment.
To all that will challenge you and enlighten you.
 
Rise up to the opportunity to live in your truth and appreciate the truth of others.
To make a difference and matter to...

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Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!) 
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.

       Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
       pulled C's in English, D's in History -
      ...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or skin color.
I am not talking about teeth color, or freckle color or fingernail color.
I am talking about soul color.

Soul color...

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Time is not
     a ticking clock,
          it has
            no past, present,
          ...

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Silent as smoke, darkness descends;
as shadows merge and daylight ends. 
For summoned by a bullfrog's croak;
darkness descends, silent as smoke.

The Moon pools in ebony skies;
gilded golden; She starts to rise.
One of the night's brightest jewels;
in ebony skies, the Moon pools.

Blue bleeds red from a dying...

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howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!

in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!

clouds now...

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My art delights me, covers my walls.
Smiling, dancing, laughing magical beings.
Reminding me how much I love to choose colors.
Appreciated by no one as much as myself.

Proud neon colors saturate my house,
My artwork is in nearly every room,
Each room a challenge. Which one is the best?
Which...

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An outpouring of happiness,
love surges up from the heart
and splashes against the soul;
an emotion exclusive to humans.

More than a ubiquitous word,
love is an overwhelming desire,
that burns in your heart
and merges with your soul;
defying logic and reason.

The heart entertains a multitude
of inexplicable feelings,
beyond all hopes and...

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ebony edges
day depleted of color...
scarlet stained sunset


(Haiku)


July, 23, 2020
Haiku or Senyru Poetry Contest
By: Constance La France...

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In the know
With Van Gogh
You all think you know him
But who channels him?
Who swims in color?
Who has paint on their hands in a perpetual way?
You all think you know him
I live him....

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They are walking! Walking, walking, walking! 

Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty,
in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from an Inferno. 
Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees! 
Destination! 

Thirst, hunger, bleeding. 
They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags, 
starving...

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