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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

       Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
...

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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...

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Time is not
     a ticking clock,
          it has
    ...

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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...

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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
and...

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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...

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Love is an act of endless forgiveness,
a tender look which becomes a habit ~ Peter Ustinov


An outpouring of feelings
that surges up from the heart
and splashes...

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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...

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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...

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Sol slowly sinks into the pitch of night,
while cricket chirps join bellowing bullfrogs.
The setting sun colors the edge of light
while woodpeckers drum on old hollow...

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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...

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Santa Claus’s Elves were dancing and singing
Beautiful gifts they were aptly bringing.
Warm fireplace heated the workshop cozy.
Red poinsettia the Christmas posy.

Melodic singing as angels got...

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Constance, my friend, like you, "I am a dreamer,"
treading on "the pathless path" of fate
tending to the "scars on my soul."

"Memories" have you "looking inward,"
writing...

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                 Never apologize for being exactly  
 ...

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Life is a

free fall feeling

face first

into the wind.

You can't predict its

direction

or speed,

so, don't try.

Enjoy

the weightless 

sensation

of flight as you fall.

Knowing that someday your 

flame...

will simply...

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I held a grudge 'til four o'clock
And then I watched TV.
Remembered it at nine.
It very much hurt me.

Took grudge to bed and nurtured it.
Next to...

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I overhear feisty breezes
whispering words of gibberish
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.

Setting the treetops aflutter
they garner secrets from the wind,
decoding subtle sighs and heaves.

Like an...

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Like a damp bath-towel,
a wet mist wraps itself around my shoulders
and my spine shudders at its touch.

A skim-milk sky retains a bluish tinge
as a yellow...

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She morphs into a sultry summer's morn
garbed in a cloak of alabaster fog,
gossamer thin and casually worn.
And echoing the croaks of a bullfrog
She starts to...

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In midst of evading sounds and shadows
Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning
Whilst in the fullness, a youth bud still grows
Yet heard less, seen less,...

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