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Best Poems From
BRIE CARTER
(March 12,1994)
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
Brie Carter
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The Last Day of School
The last day of school;
It wasn't that coo
Alot of tears
And memories of all the years
We looked back on each other
Loving everyone like a sister or brother
My friends, I will miss them all
I can't wait until school in the fall
Tears, laughs, and smiles
Looking at all the traveled miles
The time that it took to get here
Was not a long journey, I fear.
The phones ringing
And the bell dinging
The sounds we will miss
As we get our last kiss
School is out
And summer is here
But before we know it
School will be near
Brie Carter
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Freshman Year
Now that freshman year is over
I can look back and see
All the good times I had
All the wonderful and free
I remember in the begining
High school was the greatest
And I was so excited
About what adventures awaited
I remember at one piont
During marching band season
I couldn't wait to see everybody
And that was for one reason
I had so many friends
120 to be exact
We were all true to each other
And never put on an act
Next I can remember
My first 'B' in math
I was so proud of myself
I was on the right path
Then there came tennis
The next sport I tried
In the begining it was so hard
That I almost died
But as the season went
Better and better I got
And when my first game came
I won it by alot
The friends I made this year
Are the greatest friends of all
I can't wait till next year
When school starts in the fall.
Brie Carter
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The Future, Unknown
Within the dread of the moment
I must dought that Shakespeare
Sat up all night, Writing his plays
Knowing they'd be timeless
One man
An epic in writing
By accident
Maybe one day
Once I have long since passed
Someone will come across
The pages I breathed life into
And maybe, out of mere curiosity
They may read my words and find symbolism
That I never meant to include
Maybe, in 300 years
I shall be an epic in the world of poetry
(If one still reads poetry by then)
And maybe I'll become famous as Shakespeare
Or Edgar Allen Poe; maybe I'll be known
For something I never meant to do
Myabe I'll be known for this
Brie Carter
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