Ghost of the Roast - By: Whoever needs another poem (It's pretty good)

The nurse walks in

With a ballpoint pen

She has bad news

But I refuse [to hear it]

She storms out in rage

But leaves behind her fair page

"Page," I murmured,

"deliver the bad news."

He glances at the report

And dies

I look and see on my own

My grief must have shown

I am out eating, I spot a

roast

I mistake it for a toast

Butter it up

Get jelly from a cup

The ghost of the roast

Hates me the most

POETRY

POETRY - ZACH STEWARD

P itiful excuse of artistic expression

O ptimistic beyond rationality

E ager to impose upon others

T eachings of restricted writing

R ealism abandoned

Y early re-visit of despair

A generic sports haiku: by bradley thomison

they play for results
regardless of their chances
atheltes play to win

the stage: by bradley thomison

life is like a play
everybody is an actor
the lines are pre-written
the actions, pre-determined
the ending pre-set
but one variable remains in the abilities of the actor.
who will be the main character?

Limerick Poem. By: Jessica Moran

So, uh. Let's throw something together.

The life of a man named Fred.
Edited.

There once was a man named Fred.
Who somehow has bumped his head.
It hurt real bad,
And he was sad.
Because then, poor old Fred, was dead.

By: Nick Hudnall

I'm Just a little guy
Who's got a big fittle
That can wirte a poem and make it riddle
If it's about love
Or a flying dove

By: Nick Hudnall

When I sing I sound like Cee Loe
But the thing is he's not my hero
When he sings my head screams
So I blow a little stream

By: Nick Hudnall