Student Poetry: Ballad

By: lcsutherland

May 19 2015

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Ballad 1

Seany

05/18/15

7th Grade

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There once was a fox named Bobby.

Bobby could not find a hobby.

The next day, he got off the couch.

He then wanted a tasty pouch.

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One day, that lazy fox Bobby

said, “I’m getting a fun hobby!

I know I’m going to start with…ouch!”

Bobby got hit hard with a couch!

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He woke up outside a lobby.

This isn’t my chosen hobby!

Someone’s coming, I better crouch.”

He hid until he found a pouch.

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Okay, don’t move at all, Bobby.

The thing I want is a hobby!
“I’m not getting it from a couch,

I’m getting it from a grouch!”

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He got up and attacked the man.

After the fight, he got a tan.

His tan was now a big red burn.

It hurt to touch it or to turn.

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He now found his long lost hobby.

Not kung fu, but Hobby Lobby!

He liked working there very much –

until he had to be the clutch!

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Storms Over Sea

The Anonymous

05/18/15

7th Grade

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One day, one night, looking high up

to the stars hanging over me

with a coconut in a cup;

it has a smile upon its face.

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One day, one night, looking high up,

Wilson is staring at me, yup.

Wilson smells like me and brie.

Who knows if it’s he or me?

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One day, one night, looking at me –

a reflection of me close up:

scars on my face, even my knee.

I need to get out of this place.

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One day, one night, storms over sea.

Wilson has left and free to be.

Now, I am alone in this place,

and death will be what I will face.

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Valley Song

L. Dorman

05/18/15

7th Grade

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From Babylon the captors came

and trust the Temple into flame.

Israel was a barren waste

and felt as though all hope was lost.

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Israel felt as a lifeless bone:

hopeless and lost, far from home:

abandoned, alone, deserted,

and the Breath of Life departed.

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In these days of bitter unrest,

the hand of the Life-Breather lead

Ezekiel, son of Buzi,

to the valley of bones dry.

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Upon that parched and barren ground,

the prophet preached to lifeless bones.

It seemed they were hopeless, as Israel was,

but there is One who finds the lost.

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The precious truth of YHWH’s Word

brought life to perished bones inert.

And, behold! to life the bones came:

an army at the Lord’s command.

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Into Adam, God breathed life-breath

and continues to, despite death:

breathing life and joy, peace and hope

into lifeless, hopeless bones.

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The One who is able to save

lifted His people from their grave.

He gave them His Spirit within

and made lifeless, hopeless bones live.

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Through the Eternal Fountain, Christ,

the thirst of bones was quenched with grace.

Israel was not beyond all hope;

the Breath of Life is breathed by God.

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Ballad 1

M. Rice

05/18/15

7th Grade

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I sit and watch the moon arise,

and watch the birds get up and fly.

I lie in the meadow and see

the bright sun staring back at me.

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And while the blue birds chirp and sing,

I close my eyes and dream of things,

and – as I dream – I hear nothing

but the sound of my own breathing.

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When I awake, the sun is gone,

for it went slow. The days are long.

I look up at the stars above

and listen to the chirping dove.

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I look up at the stars to bright;

it really is a pretty sight.

I lie in the meadow and see

the bright moon staring back at me.

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Somewhere Only We Know

A. Boucher

05/18/15

7th Grade

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The other day you sent a note.

You wanted to meet one last time.

In our secret fortress you wrote:

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Underneath the night sky I lay.

The sound of waves lapping the shore.

I ponder about the words I’ll say.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I stare at the now barren land.

I think back to the times we shared.

I used to hold it in the palm of my hand.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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The still, strong trees make me complete.

The memories come rushing back,

and here we will soon meet again.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I feel the sand beneath my feet.

I wonder if he’ll really come.

The hot, summer night filled with heat.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I sit beneath the fallen tree.

It’s like it knows what happened here.

I feel as if it looks at me.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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My thoughts return back to that night.

The fight we had was bitter-sweet.

The ground was covered with snow, white.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Every time I think to that day,

I remember the arguments:

things you said, I need to repay.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I knew it’d be bad if you’d stayed.

I don’t know why you lied to me.

I did not know the games you played.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I said, “I’m fine,” since you’ve been gone.

I said, “I’m not thinking of you.”

I have no one to rely on.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I suddenly hear footsteps quake,

coming closer with each move.

I watch every step that you take.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Every confident move you make –

but, deep in your eyes, I see pain –

but there’s a smile that you fake.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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My heart could never again break –

that’s what I thought, but I was wrong.

I think all of my fearful wakes.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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You take my hand to guide my stand.

Fireworks go off in my mind.

My head occupied by a band.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Forget how we fell out of love.

The thoughts of hatred leave my mind.

Forget our love wasn’t enough.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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You pull me in a warm embrace.

I feel the electricity.

My heart feels it’s running a race.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Now, this will be a hard goodbye.

I wish we could stay forever.

I don’t want to leave; I will cry.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Not a word exchanged in the dark.

No apologies from my mind,

but there’s forgiveness in my heart.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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And, now I know there’s no more scares.

These few minutes have done so much.

I can handle being apart.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I don’t think about what we were.

This will benefit both of us.

True love is what we both deserve.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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You get up to leave; I watch you.

You disappear. Like that: you’re gone.

I don’t know where, or maybe who…

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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I don’t have to put on a show –

pretend I’m over you: I am.
I’ll be okay, now this I know.

We’ll go somewhere only we know.

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Life As We Know It

Loogan

05/18/15

7th Grade

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A newborn’s squeal for help, the laugh

of a toddler while in the bath.

These are the sounds of a small child

who will only become more wild.

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The first day of school comes about.

A youngster screeches, screams, and shouts.

These sounds are of a growing child

who will only become more wild.

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The excitement of a first crush:

nervous giggles and a sharp hush!

The sounds of a flourishing child

who will only become more wild.

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The pain of middle school bullies:

cries that are misunderstood, fully.

These are the sounds of an older child

who will only become more wild.

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The heartache of a first breakup:

sobs and the smearing of makeup.

The sounds of a teen, not a child,

who will only become more wild.

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At last, it’s graduation day;

cheers and squeals, and they’re sent away.

Sounds that come from a teenager

who will only become more good-natured.

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College life has crept up on us:

tired groans and a mournful fuss.

The sounds of an almost grownup

who will become less stuck up.

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Adulthood is finally here,

and marriage, which brings happy tears.

These are the sounds of a grownup

who is becoming less stuck up.

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Parenthood requires endurance,

stern-talking and reassurance.

These are the sounds of a grownup

who is certainly less suck up.

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Oh, how time surely does fly by,

and soon I’ll be up in the sky,

but, until then, I’ll make sure I

get to say all of my goodbyes.

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A newborn’s squeal for help. The laugh

of a toddler while in the bath.

These are the sounds of a small child

who will only become more wild.

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Long Ago, Soon Again

L. Yoder

05/18/15

7th Grade

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Elder Tree:

O tree so young, a sapling still

you are. You know not much, but I

can teach you. Listen if you will.

Someday, you’ll understand my thoughts.

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Your eyes, if you will you ’round,

will see a place. Look carefully.

See all that is still on the ground.

Now, tell me what it is you’ve seen.

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Sapling:

O elder tree, so wise and true,

you’ve told me O so many truths,

but by this lesson, what mean you?

I only see an empty lot.

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The lot is over grown with brush.

The dirt is dry and blown away.

There’s nothing here; it’s all so hush’d

save only rusted metal bars.

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Elder Tree:

To borrow the cliché: you’ve hit

the nail right on the head. There’s not

a thing still here. Guess: what was it?

It was the drive-in movies, once.

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This may not mean so much to you.

To me, it tells of time gone by:

the joy an innocence I knew.

The world has forgotten this way.

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Sapling:

O Elder Tree, I get it now.

I wish those times of joy and peace

would come again and show me how

it felt to live a simple life.

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I know that soon they’ll restore this

old place and bring it back to life.

That will be a small step; I wish

to bring that time back once again.

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Ballad 1

Finn

05/18/15

10th Grade

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There was a man from Earthen lands

who could have armies at his hand.
Darkness trembled at his glory,

so, now, I’ll reveal his story.

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Though his name is unknown to any,

his tale is know greatly to many.

Dragons he slayed, goblins he killed:

endless blood to his sword would he spill.

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But alas, like all, death prevailed –

though many a legend lives this tale,

but surely not as grand as Heaven

is the knight whose known only as Kevin.

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Ballad 1

R. Paul

05/18/15

1oth Grade

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One day, sitting beneath a tree,

was a young squirrel whose name was Lee.

He hadn’t a place to call home.

Yes, little Lee was all alone.

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He wandered about aimlessly.

He missed his family bitterly.

He was separated at birth.

He felt he had little worth.

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He didn’t know about the storm

that caused his whole family to mourn.

He had fallen from the warm nest

when the snow blew its very best.

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His family had tried to find him.

He had vanished as like a whim.

The family never gave up, still.

They came upon a grassy hill.

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Lo! There was the lone willow tree,

and its shadow surrounded Lee.

They had finally found their son.

Tears of joy came from everyone.

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Into the Darkness

Princess Bubblegum

05/18/15

11th Grade

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Into the darkness I do fall,

and into the black cloud I call.

Out of the ashes and rubble,

we all try to escape the trouble.

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I had to fall to lose it all,

and, now, on my knees I will crawl

back to the light I used to see

to be the girl I used to be.

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