Best 9Th Grade Poems

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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Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
swaying
back 
and 
forth
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the wind sends me on my feet.
Dancing with the music of the air 
that is rushing through my hair, 
I inhale...

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Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am...

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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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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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NB:  This is a repost, originally deleted.


The vermillion sunset has long dissipated 
Over the marine  persimmon horizon afar.
In the deep subterranean silence of the charcoal night.
Obfuscation confuses the illogical mind,
And conjures titanium dreams or harlequin volitions.

I feel your power descend upon me,
Subjugated surrender...

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In my back, yellow mountains, glittering with a thousand bursts,
Of course, the sun has its incandescent magic
God is phosphorescence; his knowledge blinds all dogs and cats,
May the night be divine, when I leave my kingdom,

Who are we? Camel companions, desert companions,
Companions of eagles with millenary...

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In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a 
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly.  She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow.  This little dragonfly did her...

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It's a little too quiet now,
I can no longer hear his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is still prevalent in my dreams.

He died; his soul is in heaven;
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.

His final goodbye...

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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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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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Don’t waste your time with pieces,
with “almost” and “not quite.”
Life’s too sharp for half-hearted choices,
for living in the in-between.
Either speak, or stay quiet,
but never let silence be a whisper
you didn’t mean to make.

Don’t wait for the right moment
to give your whole self.
Half a truth is...

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Faith is not a blind belief
But a trust in something unseen
Faith is not a wishful thinking
But a hope in something real

Faith is not a passive acceptance
But an active engagement
Faith is not a rigid dogma
But a living relationship

Faith is not a burden to bear
But a gift...

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