What is Love? (a collection of poetry)

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The following collection of poems were written by me, my senior year of high school. Enjoy!


My Something (sonnet)

What shall I do when I’m not with you?
I miss your very presence.
I cannot seem to make it through
Another day with your absence.
Beauty flows from you like a stream,
Your face is like the sun,
The sound of your voice is like a dream,
Your eyes challenged by none.
Without you I am nothing.
You make my life complete.
I know that I feel something,
That causes my heart to beat.
You are the something that I need.
So stay with me, I beg, I plead.


Forever and Ever (lyric poem)

I love the way that you talk.
I love the way that you think.
I love the way that you sing.
And I love the way you look at me.

I just want to be with you.
It’s forever and ever.

You’ve already won my heart.
And this is just the start.
You’ve already won me over.
It’s like I found a lucky four leaf clover.

I just want to be with you.
It’s forever and ever.

You’ve taken me on the ride of my life.
You came and removed the knife.
That pierced my heart from “Yous” in the past.
Of all the “Yous,” I hope you are the last.

I just want to be with you.
It’s forever and ever.

Forever and ever.


The Adam Hill Spopwels
Part VI
(Nonsense Poem)

So Adam Hill took the sobartick
And quickly bilzed away.
He went and spigged in the arctic
Hoping to blost eent for one day.

But before he could even paparg,
The zoulamps came to pocol.
Adam let out a booming, “Aarg!”
And kicked the zoulamps to Ancrol.

The Jijiguns and the bweezles
Couldn’t believe Adam’s foolish behavior
They came and took all his bwazles
So Adam began to pwavor.

“Why must everyone plopok to me?”
He pwavored in bropping despair,
“I’m just a pringing bozzlwee.
Is it because of my soopleening hair?”

“No, no Adam, it sure isn’t that,”
The jijiguns said in reply.
But the bweezles snapped back,
“Of course it’s that! His hair makes us want to die!”

So the jijiguns and bweezles spoched,
As burgettes often do,
And Adam Hill quickly thoched
Away to some place new.


The Story

His parents named him Zeke Lowerman.
The boy was born and raised in Metrotham.
He took up a job at a pool in the city.
His family was rich, his life was so pretty.
But one day when he was a teen,
Zeke took a turn for the mean.

With some of the family cash,
He went off and did something rash.
He started a business of crime
Under the ground, most of the time.
“With this new life of evil,” said he,
“I shall change my name, to The Z”

The Z was the vilest of all of the villains,
He and his business stole billions and billions.
The cops tried and tried to find him,
But The Z was too good, he left no traces behind him.
From the inside, The Z met his demise.
His so-called friends were not so nice.

They took over and gave him the boot.
His returning to power was moot.
So The Z changed from his evil ways
And vowed to fight evil, the rest of his days.
One by one he took down the others.
He arrested and jailed all of his “brothers.”

So The Z changed his name back to Zeke.
Of evil and shame the old pseudonym reeked.
Zeke bought a house on a hill.
And there he began a new drill.
With a mask and cape for disguise,
A new superhero began to arise.

The new drill was to fight against evil,
Not for himself, but for goodwill.
With the money his rich father had left him,
Zeke bought all the gear that could help him.
His costume and gear made him like Superman.
But no, he was different, he was Zuperman!

For the rest of his life he fought
Against evil and villains and what not.
The Toilet Monster, and the Midget Machine Men,
And the Evil Scientists, he took to their end.
The people of Metrotham exulted!
The reign of evil had halted!

Zuperman worked for no pay,
Without complaint, everyday.
That is the story of Zuperman
A hero from the city of Metrotham.


A Limerick of Why I Should Give Up Comedy (limerick)

I walked through the streets of the city
I tried to be funny and witty
The people just stared,
And nobody cared,
I guess that my jokes weren’t so pretty.


Suicidal Tendency (limerick)

She stood on the edge of the cliff
Looking for a reason to live
Then came the shout of a friend,
Saying it’s not the end!
It’s better to not be a stiff.


Cortney McKinney (limerick)

Cortney McKinney is gross.
She smells ten times worse than most.
She doesn’t take showers.
Her stench can kill flowers.
I’d rather spend time with burnt toast.


A Haiku of Incredible Loneliness (haiku)

I wish you were here
It’s so lonely without you
When will you be home


Grow up (haiku)

You make me so mad
With your immaturity
Please grow up for once


Too Hard (haiku)

What is a haiku?
I don’t think I can write one
It seems way too hard


Deny me skittles? (free verse)

There are some skittles in my pocket.

I want to eat them, but I don’t know if I’m allowed.

I know that they’re not normally a necessity in school.

But I can hear them calling to me.

Eat us, eat us! We’re so juicy and fruity!

But I better not bite their bait.

The rumble in my stomach makes me want them more,

Their scent slowly seeps into my soul!

I want them! I’m so hungry!

And though the thought that these skittles

In my pocket are so good,

They’ll hardly be delightful, for they’ve melted and they’re sticky.


Callie Oh Callie (couplet)

Callie! Oh Callie! How I love thee so.
The way that I love you, no one can know.

You would let me hold your hand if you could
But alas, we both know that I ne’er should.

Being with you is all my heart desires
Even if I have to polish your tires.

When I’m with you I want to go faster
I am in charge, but who is the master?

We always drive around all of the time,
But talk with you is like talk with a mime.

Summers you’re so hot when I climb inside,
And winters you’re too cool to be my bride.

I love you when you take me to my friends.
Love like this I know never ever ends.

We listen to music that we both love.
Volumes so loud that it shakes worlds above.

Sometimes we get in trouble with the law
For going too fast but our love is raw!

Our love is so true, but can’t go too far.
For Callie, oh Callie, you are my car.

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