Love

Love is a passion.

Love is a promise from the person within.

Love can sometimes come in the form of a storm in which you must pass through for it to last.

Love is remembered forever.

It can be a place to escape to every once in awhile.

Love is all around us.

Love is strong, never give up on it.

Love is never ending!

Anonymous, Teen Night, Poetry Cafe, February 2005

Grandpa

A Grandpa will Love you for what you are.

A Grandpa will help you when you need it.

Grandpas are full of knowledge and fun stuff to do.

Grandpas are full of caring and stuff.

So when you see your grandpa give him a Big hug and Love him like he Loves you.

Ty Crockett, Teen Night, Poetry Cafe, February 2005

It smells like roses

It tastes like cherries

It sounds like whispers

It feels like mist

It looks like me.

Anonymous, Teen Night, Poetry Café, January 2005

From beneath my shoe comes a thing unseen,

If He bites your hamper, eat a bean.

With grimy hands and gorilla feet,                               Anonymous

watch out or he will steal your beets.                      Teen Night, Poetry Cafe

He smells like grapes and rotten pigs,                            February 2005

his toes are like squirrels, his eyes are like figs.

He eats everything that has a nose,

My friend has a bandaid that glows

Sometimes he's green, sometimes he's red,

My Uncle Ernie's name is Fred

I would tell you what he is,

but my strudel is done.

Cody,

Tough, skinny,

Crazy, cool, weird,

Run, jump, swim, eat,

I like to eat tacos.

Blonde.

Cody Scott, Poetry Café November 2004

Friends

Friends pick you up when you’re down

Friends a slap on the back to let you know you’re around

Friends the one you want

Friends the ones who are here

Friends the ones you lost over a sit

Friends the ones who never left you side

Friends the ones you will never lose

Friends you chose to abuse

By Liz Paez, Poetry Café, April 2004

Things that Bug Me

Brittany bugs me

My 8th grade friends bug me

My teacher bugs me

My brother bugs me

Mosquitoes bug me

Vince bugs me

Tim bugs me

My little cousin bugs me

My big cousin bugs me

Dave

Wayne bugs me

I know he bugs you, but Wayne’s cool

Those girls bug me

You all bug me

She bugs everyone

He has something to say about everything

My life bugs me.

Teen Night, Poetry Café    

     April 2004

This is the beginning of the end to end all beginnings, this is the out-numbered number.  This is the time when all time will cease, this is the sleep without slumber, this is the top of the bottom, but the bottom is not on top.  This is the finish of the start, this is when the go will stop.  For when life is without living, and love without meaning, there is no hope in hoping, the cleanliness all needs cleaning.  This is a reminder to live your life, to stand up and be proud, for if you want your voice to be heard, you must say your words out loud!  Stand up and be counted, live life you own way, your life may be amounted, treasure every day.

Susan Caffrey

Poetry Café, Teen Night

January 2004

Slam

dark

beautiful

heavy

Big

crazy

bad

wild

loud

passionate

real

innocence

like

you

Anonymous

Teen Night, Poetry Café

January 2004

Sometimes

Sometimes I lie in bed and crie. Sometimes I want

to Die.  Sometimes I just lie and say I’m fine.  Because

I want to Die.  So I lie Because I crie.

Anonymous

Teen Night, Poetry Café,

January 2004

One innocent day a big

wild crazy & live laugh with a real funky heavy words

read a book to rhyme soft feelings to one sweet dark night.

By: our teen night girls

January 2004

School

What I like about school

   is I don’t go to school,

What I like about skool

   is my friends,

What I like about it

   Is my teacher Mr. Breines,

I also like to see

   my friends,

Friends,

Like to see my friends,

Aww

   friends,

Aww

  my friends.

Written by the Poetry Café,

Teen Night, January 2004

Fall

Leaves,

Leafy, crackly,

Falling, flying, changing,

As beefy as cows.

Trees.

Written by the Poetry Café at Teen Night

October 2003

Skateboarding

Bruisies,

Nasty, hurt,

Biffin’ it, crunching, snapping,

Falling is like getting hit by a car.

Dave.

Written by the Poetry Café at Teen Night

November 2003