Student Anglo-Saxon Style Poems

1. Student Anglo-Saxon Style Poems Historical Past Scops of Note

2. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryWinter Winter winds whirl through the air. Flakes fall fast glistening to the ground. Sleighing in the snow down the hill. Fingers freezing from the frost. Family and friends sitting by the fire. Brittany Tebo

3. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryThe Phantom’s DemiseHer very voice possessed a passion His love locked in, an artistic obsession. Her righteous refusal reveals his rage Christine Dyae – the stage; her cage, Furious Phantom forever will love.Lauren Weller

4. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryAs I woke to the sound of the soaking rain I slowly silently stepped outside Onto the frozen foggy ground To hear the morning’s magic sound The love of life renewed again. Steve Smith

5. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryPhotography captures the colors of fall, The summer sun setting slowly, The frogs leaping to lily pads for flies, The wild races in the winter snow, Photography finds the beauty in everything.Kayla Minnick

6. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryFeelings Before The GameWondering, waiting, before the game Hoping to keep pride in your team’s name Thinking throughout the coach’s speech Picturing a powerful win over the opponent Excited, energetic, exiting the locker roomBrad Witcoski

7. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style Poetry Chewy chocolate chips crumble away Macadamia morsels melt in my mouth Sweet shimmering sugary smells fill the room Glimmering gooey gingersnaps get eaten Baking batter into bountiful batches Cody Earnest

8. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style Poetry Fish fight in a frenzied flurry Puny fish play the part of prey Sharks scare and slash under the seaDinner is done they get their dish New fish conceived …. coming into the food chain. Joey Thurston

9. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryMy AngelDancing down through my dreams,Magically made up of you and me.Laughing loudly, letting loose,Trusting true love taking a truce.Missing my mam-mam always a strife,My angel, amazing, and always my life.Jenna Kashner

10. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryMastermind McCain; a mangled Obama.Sadly, stupid citizens seek change.Professional speaker: not President!Obviously race card was sole reason.McCain and Palin - a magical pair.Kyle Mhyer

11. Best of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style PoetryCrisp and cool the water caressedMy board bobbing beyond the bay. Crashing, careening, the wave comes swiftly.I paddle and push my board to beatThat glistening, wrathful, glorious wave.Alicia Abracznskas

12. The Top 3 of Class of 2010Anglo Saxon Style Poetry

13. Best of Class of 2010 Jared LevanAnglo Saxon Style Poetry #3Feeling frantic, fumbling for the worst, Words tangle tenaciously, far from terse. Complete chaos coming out of my mouth, Stuttering, slurring, my idea going south. Sweaty hands flutter frequently, Spiraling sporadically out of control, Swiftly slipping from my optimistic thoughts, Surreal embarrassment squelching my soul. I owe this to a corruptive enemy, Always throwing me cunning curves, Its name no other than, The nuisance that calls itself nerves.

14. Best of Class of 2010 #2Anglo Saxon Style PoetryMentally IllHey Lady, look at me. You gape you gander and what do you see? A queen?  A queer?  or maybe a quack?You don't see me when it's eyes you lack.Hey lady look at me. You gape you gander and what do you see? A friend? A foe? Or maybe a freak?I won't see you as anything but weak.KT Hart

15. Junior Class ScopClass of 2010Battered and beaten; broken and bleeding, My strength to live? Lost or fleeting. The battle was battled; the war was won, So what happens now that deeds are done? A warless soldier? A bulletless gun.Will Krieger

16. And…with equal glory and more money…Voice of Democracy Winners

17. Voice of Democracy Class of 20103rd Place: $100.00Jared Levan

18. Voice of Democracy Class of 20102nd Place: $150.00Erica Cook

19. Voice of Democracy Class of 20101st Place: $200.00Shannon DanilowiczCONGRATULATIONS

20. Anglo Saxon Style PoetryHere’s from years deeper in the past

21. Snowy Delight Twisting, tumbling, twirling down, glamorous flakes glitter to the ground. Swaying and swirling, sinking without a sound, cold and covering like a crystal gown. Wonderfully white winter snow always astounds.Krista Kobbe

22. Tristan and IsoldeThe secret lovers lay together knowing their frightful fate if found.An English man with an Irish woman …worst than war,But their love showed stronger than shield and sword. When their time together came to an end, Tristan & Isolde's love lasts longer than life. Corissa Dombroski

23. Winter’s wonder whirls on down,Glowing and glistening like a gown.Slow and soft without a sound,Cold and calm as it covers the ground.Passive and pleasant and peace the flow,Simple and serene is this show we call snow! Liz Murdock

24. Christmas treesCold, crisp days come for Christmas trees,Gorgeous green groves of Evergreens,Toppling tons of trees to satisfy the needs of,Hungry holiday harvesters. When winter winds whip whileLoading large trees to travel to destinations distant Ben Dumbaugh

25. Summer Nights Relentlessly remembering reckless summer nights, Looking back longingly on late night swims. Without a care what would happen, The shimmering shiny stars light up.A never-ending necessity of life. Alyssa Bobber

26. The Beach SoftSand scorching your feet, Screeching seagulls stealing your treats. Bronzed bodies bombard the boardwalk, Crashing waves crush the sand castles. The sun shimmers on the sparkling bay. Brit Long

27. SummertimeLate nights lasting forever Soft sunlight glistening on your skin, Warm water washing away your worries. Bright fiery fires sparkling with smoke. Loud Laughs fill the lavishing air, There's nothing better than sweet sensational summertime. Marisa Moyle

28. UnfoundLost and lonely looking for luckSad and sorry searching for someone Depressed and dejected digging deep inside Pathetic and plaintive protracting pathos Excited and exuberant extorting ecstasy Rachel Keefer

29. Picking Flowers in OblivionGrinning girl with golden hair Freckled face and skin so fair Softly singing songs so sweetDancing, prancing, in bare feetHer innocence is ignorance in this woeful world.Stevie Beisswanger

30. A Soldier’s DutyMany of our men have been made a martyr.They surrender their souls for the safety of others.Determined to defend our delicate democracy,Fighting fearlessly for our freedom,Pursuing a peaceful place for all people,Heroes in hearts of the homeland, they return. Ralph Beishline

31. Acting Learning lines of lyric poetry, Practicing parts for different personalities. Taking time to learn the parts, Astounding others with acting arts. Friends and foes form a firm pact, Entertaining everyone explains why I love to act. Corey Brockway

32. Music is... Soft and serene like a summer breeze. Hard and heavy as driven rain. Soaring skyward up through the trees.Gliding, gracefully in resplendent refrain. Classical, Country, or Rock-n-Roll. So many moods to soothe the soul. Liz Dorkoski

33. When It All Falls ApartLike a perfect flower in the spring, Growing wild while sun beats itas rays upon the flower. With your tender love, you all think it lasts forever, But then, the cold comes and carries the beauty away. And one by one the petals plunder to the ground, Ultimately seeing such a perfect flower finally fall apart. Adrienne Miller

34. Sweet SlumberHer heavy head longs for her pillows. As she wishes she was dreaming of wonderful willows. As she gives her bed one last look, She decides on five more minutes studying that boring book.Finally complete, she stumbles slowly to her glorious prize, Here she'll lie lazily until the morning sun rise. Her exhausted eyes ease their way closed, Her sweet slumber arrives just as the new day arose. Erin Shultz

35. 156.Wakeful waterfalls weave through silent springs, As stunning sunsets seek attentive eyes.Restless rainbows raid cease-less storms,While celestial stars shine vivaciously above.But all not as beautiful, as the one I love. Ken Schetroma

36. My HorseFree Spirit Sweat seeps from his slick shiny skin, His heart racing hard and heavy beneath his hide, His mighty muscles majestically move him, As wind whips wildly through his white mane, His spirit is forever free from any captive form. Brooke Deska

37. Hot RodSlick shift, smoothly move, Ripping, revving, redline riding, Tearing, Turning, Roosting, Wrecking. Pushing boundaries, bold and brisk, Slip or slide and shatter your ride. Josh Young

38. ConflagrationStill is the night at two a.m. when everyone is silently sleeping.Startled and awakened by the sound of screaming sirens. I know I must stagger out of bed and speed to the station. There we gather to gear up, and rush to the residence. Together we barrel in to this blazing building. Searching for someone who may have survived the scorching flames and smoke. By four a.m. we banish the blaze Chelsea Michalesko

39. Life The lovely life we live is rough, But through those terrible times hang tough.Those young, yet crazy years fly by, So take those treasures and do not be shy. Do not damage the magical memories you make,Because time is ticking and they may break Kristen Klock

40. From the BeginningIn the beginning, kindergartners kindly kidded on the playground Who became teenagers tensely teetering through high school. All along, laughing loudly with favorite friends, Through tough times and silly spills. Now nearly finished, we patiently ponder... What wonders are next and what will we become? We do not know but what we do is...We're the Class of ~09, strong and true.Melissa Welcom

41. Here’s some from deeper in the repository

42. Pop-TartsRobert BennetFudge-filled and flavorful foodDelightful, delectable, pieces of pastryTiresome, I turn on the toaster, to toast them tastierWhile waiting on the couch I fell fast asleepI woke with the worst fear, dangerous, dense smoke-filled airI extinguished extravagantly, eliminating the evasive flamesTragically, the tasty toaster product went badThis mess makes a meaningful moral, try not to make better, what was good you once had.

43. Cookie CravingMary Frances KlebonThe strong scent swept across the kitchen.My mouth watered while I was waiting.The timer ticked and I took them out.As the cookies cooled I calmly craved,the moistly, melted, mounds with milk.

44. Thanksgiving DayJessica PeaseGathering together to giggle and gababout meaningful moments and momentous occasions we’ve had.With an angelic aroma and alluring taste in the air,to not partake would be the ultimate waste.The voluptuous volcano of spuds venting with a golden wavebrings friends, family and foes together on this festive day

45. The RunwayKayla HoffmanModels wistfully walking down the runwayProudly prancing in a Prada suitGracefully gliding in a Gucci gownMarching merrily in maroon ManolosDuring this designers desperately await applause.

46. Shopping Aubry MadaraSporadically spending on a shopping spreeTrying on tons of shoes, tanks, and teesAeropostale, American Eagle, Abercrombie, and moreSearching for sales from store to storeThen pouting to the parking lot now pathetically poor.

47. Wild Horses-Jennifer Mereby-Fiercely fleeting through the fields,Hardy hooves hit the ground.Mangled manes and tattered tails,Whishing wildly in the wind. Few totter to a tip toeing trot,While some prance like proud princes.Oh wild horses, where did you begin?Oh wild horses, where do you end?

48. My AngelGeralee SlotterbackShe fatefully flew last somber summer,To the gracious and giving hands of the holyI see her sitting on a cluster of clouds,Watching and waiting so weightlesslyMy amorphous angel, so tremendous and truePlease just remember I’ll always love you.

49. Missed Shot –Off the MarkJena Hampton The sweat, running rapidly down his dreary face,The crowd; chanting and cheering for the team.He sits at center court with his head held heavywishing and wondering why,his shot fell shockingly short of the game-winning basket.

50. Dead On. – Not Off the Mark . Dave AdamsStillness and silence as I sit shivering,The cold calms my ranting, raging heart.Something’s stomping and loosely lingering to my left.I slowly solemnly peek to see a peering brown buck.A marvelous monster stomping slowly across an open field.I rhythmically rise my rifle aiming.With crosshairs terrifically on target,Pulling the trigger the marvelous monster falls.A fruitful flowing feeling flows through my body.