I walk down the street
Thats teeming with people...

Masters
Creating interesting...

**This is a list poem. It doesn't have to make...
2. The golden-furred puppy bit the baby...

The Moon, a glowing white orb in the sky
Always there, but not always visible...

The first bell rings
With a shrill, high-pitched sound...

Vines creep along the flat windowsill
And spread to other parts of the classroom...

**This is a true poem, it's really based on my...
Everyone knows...

Always silent
Yet very loud...

** This is a true poem. I went to Greece this past...
I sit on the bow of our sailboat...

High above the trees
Soaring with the clouds...

Lights twinkle behind frosted glass
Snowflakes drift to the ground...

Its a warm, friendly night
The moon smiling down at us...