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Beauty
Her eyes shine brighter then the stars at night, Mirroring peace and tranquility at its best,
So much so that my soul is set a light,
And then separated from the rest.
Her voice is smooth and sweet every word, Carrying like a song in the wind,
Her words driving me ever so forward,
As if life was just about to begin.
Her hands are strong and firm in their purpose,
For they serve the common good of all,
Every man who experiences her work is left wordless, And as silent as the man before his fall.
Her wisdom knows no bounds,
For she is as intelligent as the bird in the morn, A thief in the night I may have found,
For all she does is make men mourn.
Her hair is as careless as the bird in the sky, Flowing through the wind on a midsummer day, Soft and Tender the wind must comply,
For truly this beauty must get her way.
Her smile is strong and makes all men warm,
A warmth unmatched by the moon and the sun, The smile that makes all men begin to swarm, As if the morning had only just then begun.
Imagination
I live in your head; and sometimes come out to play, Although you can’t see me, I am always here...
I come in many colors, shapes and sizes,
My possibilities are endless.
I am always here...
I can be anything, I can do anything,
I am always here...
What do you want me to do today?
I have the power to breathe life into anything. I am always here...
When children play with me,
I can be a pirate sailing the seven seas,
Or a princess trapped in a dragon-guarded castle. Whether the adventure big or small,
I am always here...
I dwell in the mind of every soul,
Artists, writers, and dreamers use me the most. The greatest aspect of me is that I am limitless, Whatever you want me to be, I am.
And I am always here...
Michaela Pinzone `15
Her passion and courage is quite indeed humble,
She knows when to step forward and stand for what's right, For when the cause is good and just she will not stumble, And then take up the upcoming fight.
I have tried to describe what true beauty is,
But I do not believe my words due her justice,
For all men are betrayed and confounded by that one kiss, And then held hostage by the women's injustice.
However that is okay and fine with all men,
For we are keen on the words that we speak,
But who is this beauty? you may ask at the end,
I do not know, but when I see her I'll know what I've seen.
There Once Was
There once was a young lady whose eyes, Twinkled like the stars of the skies, They're a beautiful sight, Calming all men of might,
Let's hope they're not full of lies
Armando Polizzi `15
Keagan Giordano `15
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