Best Ninth Grade Poems

...The scent of your soul

a caramalized breeze of fruit odours

reverbrating softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade 

where we sat side by side

Your right ar......

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...The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reachi......

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...The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by side

Your right a......

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...Oh that Lily, she the epitome of a  
Golden Child as I watched her
Exuding effortless grace, a liquid-silver baton—  
a Haddon Heights Garnett.  
a Blazing Comet /  
enchanting /  
popular and ......

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...First grade, pelted with eggs
  Second grade, broke both legs
Third grade, fell down the stairs
  Fourth grade, clawed by a bear

Fifth grade, ran into a tree
  Sixth grade, twisted a knee
Sev......

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...For you, the first to teach me poetry,
I wrote a little poem at age nine.
I don't remember writing any more
till I had you for English in ninth grade.

One day when we were talking at your desk,......

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...Sitting here not wanting to run 
from eyes that shine like a copper sun. 
All that you say and do seems right 
Your happiness- it shines so bright. 

You can feel it as do I. 
Just as an ocean’......

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...Some thing tells me that you lie
I feel the lie when you tell me 
That you love me and miss me
Do you really feel my love? 
Sometimes I want to cry
Other times I want to scream
To think that yo......

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...I sigh as the rich man cries... 

"I have too much stuff!"

but yet he still buys

I cry as I hear the poor man say...

"I am hungry"

but yet buys cigarettes every day

I  moan when a teen does say.......

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...Her name was Lisa and she was a blonde-haired girl, but her friends called her Starry because she was so into astronomy! She built her own telescope at 12, a humble 6 inch reflector. But she did spen......

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...We hardly remember the truth
Victims of the Great Forgetting
We hardly recognize that history is popular culture
A screenplay of the past written by the victor

Just look at Thomas Jefferson
Au......

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...This is a part 2 poem. A continuation from a poem called
The Day The Running Stopped. A Bio.


The tennis racket crashed down upon him
A boy just two years old
His Grandfather came in and saved......

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...Twilight, with its soft light,
    Its faint quiet shadows,
Falling on the hillsides,
    The mountains, the meadows,
Brings to me such deep thoughts,
    Such philosophic notions,
That I somet......

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...Her name was Lisa and she was a blonde-haired girl, but her friends called her Starry because she was so into astronomy!  She built her own telescope 
at 12, an humble 6 inch reflector. But she did ......

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...Bury Me Standing

(Finally found the poems I wrote when  was 14.)

Britt Bailey was Kentucky born,
Left that state with wrath and scorn
Then he took to politics it's told
With a gun was brash ......

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