All the student poems on this page are parodies of famous poems. The originals are included, followed by the parodies so you can get the ful. I wish I could say that I have parodies included from each student, but I don't.
Suicide's Note by Langston Hughes
The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
Student "Suicide's Note" Poems
Short & Sweet
by Jillian Allen 2008
A kiss?
Let this not be a tease.
Just drown yourself, please.
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Student "This is Just to Say" Poems
This is just to say: Apple Juice
by Breshell Morris 2009
I have drank
the apple juice
that was in the icebox
which you wanted
to drink after
school
Forgive me
I couldn't help
myself you know
I love apple juice.
This is just [for Mrs. Blankenship] to say
by Stephanie Todd 2009
I have lost
your impromptu
that you worked
on so hard
and which you
were probably
expecting a grade
forgive me
It probably
sucked anyway.
This is just to say
by Jeremy Bernstein 2009
I have taken
the lead part
of the musical
show
At which
you were
planning to
receive
Pardon me but
when the
director saw me
she just
couldn’t believe.
The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Student "so much depends" Poems
The Bright Yellow Pencil
by Kristen Shaver 2008
so much depends
upon
the bright yellow
pencil
stuck with a pink
eraser
doing a handstand
on its point.
The Green
by Jamie Wells 2008
so much depends
upon
the
green
glazed with dirt
tons of germs
inside the cash register,
laying on its back ready to be used.
We Eat Chicken
by Camille Brandenburg 2008
much more depends
upon
the white chickens
beside
the red wheel
barrow
which really does
nothing.
The Grey Computer
by Filippa Ennerfelt 2008
so much depends
upon
the grey
computer
with its internet
resources
on the desk
beside my homework.
Air, Water, Necessities
by Emily Nichols 2008
My life depends upon
on earth full of air
drenched with clean water
amid necessities
The Cell Phone
by Adrian Melson 2008
so much depends
upon
the cell phone,
texting, taking pictures
besides talking.
Daddy [An Except] By Silvia Plath
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You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
[...]
If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Student "Daddy" Poems
Keoshia
by Kristina Johnson 2009
Keoshia, I had to slap you.
But you left before I had time--
Cement heavy, a bag full of stuff,
Ugly pictures with one guy
Big as a Wal-mart.
There's eyeliner in your heart
The employees never liked you,
Getting smart and laughing at you.
I always knew it was you.
Keoshia, Keoshia,k you B***, I'm through.
Doggy
by Shemaiah Smoot 2009
Doggy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Full of energy, and so young,
Crooked stare and such a loud bark
Loud as a strike of thunder.
In the German Shepard tongue, in the human world
Hit flat by the truck
of ice cream, ice cream, ice cream.
A truck so common to the town.
Goodbye doggy.
Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat by Thomas Gray
Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purred applause.
Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The genii of the stream:
Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betrayed a golden gleam.
The hapless nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretched in vain to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Again she stretched, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.
(Malignant Fate sat by and smiled)
The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood
She mewed to every watery god,
Some speedy aid to send.
No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred;
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard;
A favorite has no friend!
From hence, ye beauties, undeceived,
Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters, gold.
Student "Ode on the Death" Poems
Ode on the Death of the Favorite Pair of Shoes
by Asianne Martin 2009
Twas in the dark corner of my closet;
Where flats and heels are lain
The push light pushed in;
Shinning the tiny light brightly,
The lovely pink shoes stuffed,
Squished between the boxes.
The sparkles falling off as I grabbed them;
Looking all shades of red and purple,
The heel broke
The material scratched,
The velvet, peeling off as I observed
The booming, as they hit the wall.
I saw; my roomate wore them.
Ode on the Death of My Computer
by Jessie Early 2009
Twas on a lofty desk's side
Where all my work was done,
The typing fingers of a human kind.
I gazed on the screen ahead.
Still gazing, almost running out of time,
Two warnings popped up as I was close to done;
I moved the mouse to click an X,
But a million more boxes came into view...
Then all went black.
Ode of a Mouse
by Carrie Early 2009
Twas on a hot summer day
In the barn that stored the hay,
Some mice scattered around
One mouse who was different from others.
It climbed on top the hay
Then it scattered back down.
Her tail was long and elegant.
Her ears were large for hearing all sounds,
The soft nose, the tiny feet,
The glazing eyes.
Everything about her was magnificent.
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