Poetry For English class.

We were supposed to write in free verse and as if we were writing from beyong the grave.

Elizabeth Greenwalt

I don’t know who I was.
Some men called me smart,
They said I would do anything I wanted.
Some said I was strong of heart and body,
That I could work harder than anyone,
And that I would do well.
Some called me driven and motivated,
And said that I would go places.
I don’t know who I was,
But I know that my intelligence made me sad,
And even though I worked until my back was bent and my fingers gnarled,
I never impressed the one person that mattered to me.
And even with all that drive and motivation,
The only place I went was six feet under.


Jack Perkins

I think Arabia was one of the best.
The endless oceans of dry sand where beautiful to me.
I was never one to enjoy the wet,
So Panama and the Congo weren’t much fun.
The Beauty of the age old architecture of Prague,
And the pain filled memories of Auwshwitz have stayed with me.
London is calling,
And Paris, always so full of life and culture.
But it’s the nights in Italy I remember the best.
It was the place you wanted to go first,
And therefore the place I took you.
I showed you Venice, Rome, and Naples.
We even spent a day in the Vatican.
We promised we’d go back.
But we got home and I got sick.
The doctors said three to fours months.
I thought, “time enough at least for Italy.”
You said no, money better to be spent on me.
But here I am,
We never got back to Italy,
And I’ll never get back to you.

Elton Kelly

I loved music
I loved the way it flowed
I loved how it could tell a story,
Could express emotion better than words.
My mother called it the Language of the Soul.
Yup, I think it’s music I miss the most.