Poems
She Doesn't Know
© Baller327
When did my feelings get so deep
Why did they take that big long leap
Going from friend to crush
What a rush
And I don't think she knows
Since when did her smile make me go weak
Since when did her tears make mine start to leak
Why does this happen when I'm always so strong
When people called me Superman I guess they were wrong
And I don't think she knows
When she talks I cant help but watch her lips
To notice their shape and curves when they dip
Wait, why am I looking? I don't even know
And I cant help but wonder if she even knows
Her beautiful eyes are nothing like ours
They're so deep and bright you'd believe they were stars
They pour forth emotions in raging rivers
They could make even me believe that Santa always delivers
And still she has no idea
Her body is perfection though she denies it
It makes my head spin with every glance I give
She could put any man under her spell
But she doesn't know how I feel and I don't think I'll tell
I love how she looks and who she is
And how she makes me feel like this
I love how she's beautiful and smart with a heart so strong
And how she lives every day like nothing could go wrong
Still she hasn't got a clue
Now school is at an end on the 11th at noon
I wonder if she cares that I'm moving soon
We're parting that day after schools many months
I just wish I could have kissed her just once
Now that I've said it with my poetic skill
I don't think she knew, and now she never will
Source: She Doesn't Know I Love Her Poem http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/she-doesntknow#ixzz2Nud0UzZP
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Forgotten
© J. Nichols
Sometimes I wonder if you forgot me on purpose
I tell myself it's an accident
I know that's a lie...
Maybe all the things I did were for nothing
Maybe all I did was forgotten
I'm probably not good enough for you
I'm sorry if you think I don't miss you
Everyday I think about you
Everyday I sink a little deeper
Wishing I could have gone with you
Wishing you could have stayed
Everyday I wish I could help you more
Everyday I wish I wasn't forgotten
I'm probably bothering you every time that I say hello
I'm probably not even the person you miss
Maybe I could change things
Maybe I could make you feel loved again
I know you want to come back
I tell myself you miss me too, but I know it isn't true
Sometimes I wonder if I could ever forget you
Source: Forgotten Love Poem http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/forgotten-love-poem#ixzz2Nudg15S5
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trust you.
Without You
© Nick Grasso
Every little thing that you do
makes me fall in love with you
why I did the things that I did
made me feel like a silly kid
Why did we always used to fight
I just wanted to make things right
when you left you struck my heart
never thought we'd be apart
so when I walk by everyday
always smile in your special way
I know you'll be dying inside
and I wish that you were mine
I break down every night
I cry myself to sleep
and with all my might
I know you're not mine to keep
Source: Poem About Trusting Your Girlfriend, Without You http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/without-you4#ixzz2NufDPHPk
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Save Me
© Storme Daugherty
Save me,
Don't break me,
I love you,
You hate me,
Big deal,
You'll thank me,
There's no way to help me,
But if you just tried, then maybe, just maybe, you could save me
Source: Save Me Don't Break Me, Short Poem http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/save-me-dont-breakme#ixzz2Nufnw7cq
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Your Name
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
-Dajia Price
Short Stories
Basketball & Family (by Jeff Schrembs)
Article By: Jeff Schrembs
Childrens Stories
Jeff Schrembs writes an original article about basketball, Marshall Henderson, and family.
This year I became aware of a very special NCAA player by the name of Marshall Henderson of
Ole Miss. Not only he is a talented basketball player, with hustle and heart with talent, but he
also has been diagnosed with ADD/ADHD a trait that I have firsthand knowledge of as it relates
to my own children.
Marshall Henderson is a great example of the reality that having "special needs" is nothing more
than pointing out that each child, and/or person, is in fact unique and...special.
Basketball has always been a part of my life from an early age. There is much one can learn
about life through the game/sport of basketball. Teamwork. Hustle, Intelligence. Honing skills.
Strategy. Physical conditioning. Basketball is one of the few sports where there truly is a
place...for everyone. Whether one is talented at making long shots, passing, defender, free
throws, rebounding, dribbling, etc. they can be an asset on the court...and off.
Today I watched Marshall Henderson play in the NCAA SEC Championship and I not only
enjoyed watching him but I couldn't help but think of my son who not only resembles Marshall
Henderson but is (including but not limited to); talented, passionate, strong, athletic, good
hearted, etc.
I have always believed that each child is a blessing from God. I pray often for my own children
and those around the world whose faces I will never see but whose talents are nonetheless
ordained and should be encouraged, supported, and accepted.
I love, think of, and miss each of my children no matter how far away or how old they become. I
am proud of each of them...and always will be. Regardless of the paths they take in life, on the
court or off, I just want them to follow their heart - put their faith in God - use the gifts they have
- work hard - help others - and most of all to seek a balance in life in all that they do.
To close, basketball as in life is not just the sum of the "ending score" but the lessons learned
along the way. I am living proof that even at an age of 50 that we can still learn. Can still
appreciate. And most of all can acknowledge those who we love and those we (as is the case
with Marshall Henderson with a shout out to his parents/loved ones/family for making him the
man he is) we will never meet.
Take care and may God bless you.
Here is a great video featuring Marshall Henderson (thanks YouTube) that you just need to
"click on" watch.
Marshall Henderson of Ole Miss
Poet's Prayer
By: Tesseth
Poet's Prayer
She reaches for
Her trusty pen
Oh words, dear words
Bring forth poem's end
Of love, of loss
These all be true
But please I beg
Bring them clear through
My mind is twisted, clouded
Confused
My God
I ask
For you to choose
Words that "speak"
More than define
Words that "say"
As much as rhyme
Bring forth that mystic
Muse of devotion
Bring forth true
My heart's emotion
So that these words may
Be released
From my soul
Into poetic breeze
And if perhaps
They touch but one
Then I shall know
Thy Will be done.
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Temper control
by Stephen
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was talented, creative, handsome, and extremely
bright. A natural leader. The kind of person everyone would normally have wanted on their team
or project. But he was also self-centered and had a very bad temper. When he got angry, he
usually said, and often did, some very hurtful things. In fact, he seemed to have little regard for
those around him. Even friends. So, naturally, he had few. “But,” he told himself, “that just
shows how stupid most people are!”
As he grew, his parents became concerned about this personality flaw, and pondered long and
hard about what they should do. Finally, the father had an idea. And he struck a bargain with his
son. He gave him a bag of nails, and a BIG hammer. “Whenever you lose your temper,” he told
the boy, “I want you to really let it out. Just take a nail and drive it into the oak boards of that old
fence out back. Hit that nail as hard as you can!”
Of course, those weathered oak boards in that old fence were almost as tough as iron, and the
hammer was mighty heavy, so it wasn’t nearly as easy as it first sounded. Nevertheless, by the
end of the first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence (That was one angry young man!).
Gradually, over a period of weeks, the number dwindled down. Holding his temper proved to be
easier than driving nails into the fence! Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper
at all. He felt mighty proud as he told his parents about that accomplishment.
“As a sign of your success,” his father responded, “you get to PULL OUT one nail. In fact, you
can do that each day that you don’t lose your temper even once.”
Well, many weeks passed. Finally one day the young boy was able to report proudly that all the
nails were gone.
At that point, the father asked his son to walk out back with him and take one more good look at
the fence. “You have done well, my son,” he said. “But I want you to notice the holes that are
left. No matter what happens from now on, this fence will never be the same. Saying or doing
hurtful things in anger produces the same kind of result. There will always be a scar. It won’t
matter how many times you say you’re sorry, or how many years pass, the scar will still be there.
And a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. People are much more valuable than an old
fence. They make us smile. They help us succeed. Some will even become friends who share our
joys, and support us through bad times. And, if they trust us, they will also open their hearts to
us. That means we need to treat everyone with love and respect. We need to prevent as many of
those scars as we can.”
A most valuable lesson, don’t you think? And a reminder most of us need from time to time.
Everyone gets angry occasionally. The real test is what we DO with it.
/If we are wise, we will spend our time building bridges rather than barriers in our relationships.
http://academictips.org/blogs/temper-control/
I have learned… 180 comments
by Stephen on January 22nd, 2009 in Life
I’ve learnedthat you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The
rest is up to them.
I’ve learnedthat no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learnedthat it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learnedthat no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must
forgive them for that.
I’ve learnedthat it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learnedthat you should never ruin an apology with an excuse.
I’ve learnedthat you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something.
I’ve learnedthat you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learnedthat you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learnedthat it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learnedthat you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learnedthat you can keep going long after you can’t.
I’ve learnedthat we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learnedthat either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learnedthat regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had
better be something else to take its place.
I’ve learnedthat heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the
consequences.
I’ve learnedthat money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I’ve learnedthat my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learnedthat sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you
get back up.
I’ve learnedthat sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to
be cruel.
I’ve learnedthat true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I’ve learnedthat just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t
love you with all they have.
I’ve learnedthat maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned
from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learnedthat you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more
humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
I’ve learnedthat your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related
to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t
biological.
I’ve learnedthat it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive
yourself.
I’ve learnedthat no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learnedthat our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible
for who we become.
I’ve learnedthat a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.
I’ve learnedthat just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because
they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I’ve learnedthat we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learnedthat you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I’ve learnedthat two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learnedthat no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will
hurt in the process.
I’ve learnedthat even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find
the strength to help.
I’ve learnedthat credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I’ve learnedthat the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
I’ve learnedthat it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s
feelings, and standing up for what you believe.
I’ve learnedthat people will forget what you said, and people will forget what you did, but people will never
forget how you made them feel.
By Omer B. Washington
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Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover
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Broken
Wing
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Don't
Judge
a
Book
by
Its
Cover
By Jim Hullihan
Some people are just doomed to be failures. That's the way some adults look at troubled kids.
Maybe you've heard the saying, "A bird with a broken wing will never fly as high." I'm sure that
T. J. Ware was made to feel this way almost every day in school.
By high school, T. J. was the most celebrated troublemaker in his town. Teachers literally
cringed when they saw his name posted on their classroom lists for the next semester. He
wasn't very talkative, didn't answer questions and got into lots of fights. He had flunked almost
every class by the time he entered his senior year, yet was being passed on each year to a
higher grade level. Teachers didn't want to have him again the following year. T. J. was moving
on, but definitely not moving up.
I met T. J. for the first time at a weekend leadership retreat. All the students at school had been
invited to sign up for ACE training, a program designed to have students become more involved
in their communities. T. J. was one of 405 students who signed up.
When I showed up to lead their first retreat, the community leaders gave me this overview of the
attending students: "We have a total spectrum represented today, from the student body
president to T. J. Ware, the boy with the longest arrest record in the history of town."
Somehow, I knew that I wasn't the first to hear about T. J.'s darker side as the first words
of introduction.
At the start of the retreat, T. J. was literally standing outside the circle of students, against the
back wall, with that "go ahead, impress me" look on his face. He didn't readily join the
discussion groups, didn't seem to have much to say. But slowly, the interactive games drew him
in.
The ice really melted when the groups started building a list of positive and negative things that
had occurred at school that year. T. J. had some definite thoughts on those situations. The other
students in T. J.'s group welcomed his comments. All of a sudden T. J. felt like a part of the
group, and before long he was being treated like a leader. He was saying things that made
a lot of sense, and everyone was listening. T. J. was a smart guy, and he had some great ideas.
The next day, T. J. was very active in all the sessions. By the end of the retreat, he had joined
the Homeless Project team. He knew something about poverty, hunger and hopelessness. The
other students on the team were impressed with his passionate concern and ideas. They
elected T. J. co-chairman of the team. The student council president would be taking his
instruction from T. J. Ware.
When T. J. showed up at school on Monday morning, he arrived to a firestorm. A group of
teachers were protesting to the school principal about his being elected co-chairman. The very
first communitywide service project was to be a giant food drive, organized by the Homeless
Project team. These teachers couldn't believe that the principal would allow this crucial
beginning to a prestigious, three-year action plan to stay in the incapable hands of T. J. Ware.
They reminded the principal, "He has an arrest record as long as your arm. He'll probably steal
half the food." Mr. Coggshall reminded them that the purpose of the ACE program was to
uncover any positive passion that a student had and reinforce its practice until true change can
take place. The teachers left the meeting shaking their heads in disgust, firmly convinced that
failure was imminent.
Two weeks later, T. J. and his friends led a group of 70 students in a drive to collect food.
They collected a school record: 2,854 cans of food in just two hours. It was enough to fill
the empty shelves in two neighborhood centers, and the food took care of needy families
in the area for 75 days.
The local newspaper covered the event with a full-page article the next day. That newspaper
story was posted on the main bulletin board at school, where everyone could see it. T. J.'s
picture was up there for doing something great, for leading a record-setting food drive. Every
day he was reminded about what he did. He was being acknowledged as leadership material.
T. J. started showing up at school every day and answered questions from teachers for the first
time. He led a second project, collecting 300 blankets and 1,000 pairs of shoes for the homeless
shelter. The event he started now yields 9,000 cans of food in one day, taking care of 70
percent of the need for food for one year.
T. J. reminds us that a bird with a broken wing only needs mending. But once it has healed, it
can fly higher than the rest. T. J. got a job. He became productive. He is flying quite nicely these
days.
The day I left my best friend and she forgot me
By:Dajia’ Price
The day I left my best friend was sad. I never
wanted to make her cry but I had to. She cried for
hours she said she’ll never forget all the times we
played basketball in the driveway. She said she’ll
never forget me. So one day I came back to visit her
and she forgot who I was . I had been very
disappointed. So then I just left her there by
herself. Then the next day I saw her call someone
else her best friend I was crying then . So then I
left and went back home I was crushed. So I had to
find a new best friend , and I have . My new best
friend’s name is Chelsea .