It's an average Valentine's Day.
The alarm rings and I have no motivation to wake up.
Suddenly I realize it's Valentine's Day and it makes me wanna die.
But somehow I stand up and get only black clothes on,
I'm on my way to school and see sweetheart-romantic-happy-pink-annoying-sloppy lovers all around me.
It sinks me back to my deep depression.
I decide not going to school today, instead of it I'll get together
with my single friends
FUCKING DRUNK.
An average Valentine's Day.
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Regina & Henrietta
2/14/2013 06:08:25 am
A free night
Dancing in front of the stage
Hearing the loud live music
We don't have to pay tonight
We are just drinking the free wine.
The music makes us feel drunk
How? We haven't drunk much.
Trying to use the payphone
It's not working so we're going
Smoking outside in the cold twilight,
Making new friends, a woman and a man.
They think we work at T-mobile
As they do and the other incredibly drunk chick too.
To highlight own night we saw
Little angry birds that we own now.
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Regina
2/24/2013 02:10:30 am
In the second line from the end it's instead of own our.
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Alina Robello
4/23/2013 05:24:06 am
Love it!
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Geno Smith
4/24/2013 01:58:01 am
Nice
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Nóra and Borcsi
2/16/2013 12:48:40 am
Nightmare at lunchtime
It's a nightmare at lunchtime.
When the bell rings all students starts to rush to the canteen
After they reach the entrance of food hell, they asks: Are you in the queue?
Everyone pushing each other to the dirty old walls
While you can smell the burn potato in your nose.
But when you feel the hot oil's steam on your skin,
You remember to choose the least dirty spoon, otherwise you got spleen
In the noisy dining room you try to find a free chair
But after you find it you realise that is the food of your nightmare
Because: it's a nightmare at lunchtime.
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Sarah Winton
3/19/2013 09:14:47 am
I was hungry but not anymore...
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Nóra Komlódi
4/7/2013 05:03:25 am
Yes, unfortunately this is the hungaryan canteen...
Veronika Kelemen
4/7/2013 07:33:47 am
If it's true, our lunch in the school is always "a nightmare at lunchtime".
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Daniel and Anna
2/16/2013 04:42:57 am
The silence before the test
The silence before the test.
Pens click in our hands,
You can feel the desk touch your forehead as you lean down onto it,
You can hear pages running between scared fingers,
You can see words so dear to your heart at the paper slip before you,
You can smell the sweaty fear of angry students,
You can taste your own blood as you accidentally bite on your tongue
And the taste of the cheat sheet you had to swallow because the teacher came in,
You can feel how today pens are heavier and time passes too quick,
And when you see the test for the first time, you can hear your fingernails scratch the table -
All these movements and sounds and smells and tastes add up to
The silence before the test.
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Adrienn
2/16/2013 10:56:30 pm
It's a beautiful autumn afternoon
It is a beautiful autumn afternoon.
Leaves of trees are felling down slowly,
Litter covers the landscape and the city,
Like a big, thick blanket.
Landscape is quiet, animals say nothing,
Plans are sleeping.
Under the blue sky people run up and down,
They perform their duty, but me,
I am only sitting on a chair, while
I'm drinking a cup of tea.
I watch and listen to the nature around us.
It is a beautiful autumn afternoon.
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Kristóf Gál
2/17/2013 02:39:49 am
It's a Misty Midnight.
I'm walking on the downhill,
Dry grasses crashing under my feet,
I see the mill
on the hill.
It's raining, it's thundering, fires everywhere,
The trees fear the thunder, the animals are frightened.
I start running, I want to get there in time,
The clouds are heavy but there is the light.
A lonely-crying girl I see
in the middle of the field.
I have to reach her, I want to help,
But if I get closer, she's always farer.
Then suddenly the girl disappears in the fog,
Everything's hopeless, there's no way to hold.
I flop down
to the ground.
And while on the rough rocks I'm kneeling
I realize that I'm not there, I'm sleeping.
It's a Misty Midnight.
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mason hall
3/17/2013 11:52:46 am
great job on the poem, it had a lot going on, a lot of details which made it good. well done
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Kristóf Gál
4/6/2013 07:55:36 pm
Thanks, I hope you enjoyed.
Laura, Vercsi, Gábor and Tea
2/17/2013 02:50:02 am
It’s a day of impossible stuff
Today I woke up in the middle of night
Hearing cats going mad and saw a strange light
A shade of blue, just a solemn glow
I had to go see what’s going on below.
I stumbled downstairs and ran outside
I couldn’t believe my own two eyes
On the street a march of cats
Walking on their own two legs!
Some of them had drums and trumpets
Some of them wore silk and danced
Some of them held blue lanterns
And one, was carried by the others.
In front of our house they stopped in silence
And asked me to follow them
I was so much flabourgasted, what else could I?
I followed them.
Then suddenly I found myself
Next to the Cat King himself
While rushing through the town he said
We’re off to Cat Kingdom, straight ahead!
Wait a minute, I beg you, please!
What’s all this supposed to mean?
Why me of all humans in the world,
Why take me? Answer me, Lord!
Before he could tell me why,
I was thrown off from the sky
How did I get up there, don’t even ask,
As I fell I thought: where will I land?
I was about to crash into the Mayor Square
When a portal appeared out of nowhere,
I fell straight through the light blue hole,
And promised never again go on a midnight stroll.
The portal dropped me on my bed,
I fell right asleep with a dizzy head.
And when the alarm rang at 7am, I thought,
Wow, what a crazy dream I had!
I got up and as I stumbled down to have some food
Yawning, thinking about homework and school,
I tripped on something fluffy and fat,
Immediately I knew, oh my, a cat!
So what if my dream was actually real?
I picked up the fat cat and thought,
What could this day bring to me?
Impossible stuff, I guess.
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Megan McConnell
4/24/2013 02:16:08 am
This poem was awsome!!! but really long tho!!! but funny at the same time
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Emese and Fruzsi
2/17/2013 03:02:25 am
Before an afterparty
Before an afterparty,
Your senses are blunt
And yet you're the most sober in town
While you're holding a head
Feeling the smell of vomit
Still you won't let go of it
The city is silent, but the bar is loud
Pissing dogs are all around
Thirteen-year-old bitches are knocking on each other
The waitresses are all drunk
Everybody's on drugs
Fat men next to girls are like bugs,
Despite I'm the least wasted
I'm the one who gets kicked out
I look from the left to the right
And see the mess
Though the night is still young.
This is like before an afterparty.
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Angie and Adam
2/17/2013 03:59:06 am
Friday at River Café
Sitting in a café on the side of a square
Fume of roasted coffee blends with fresh air
I see buildings and people in golden light
That is the way I am enjoying my life.
The band plays smooth jazz music
The waitress serves and says: " Enjoy it!"
I eat my warm baguette now
This is the summer evening, I love.
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mason hall
3/17/2013 11:54:18 am
why did u choose a cafe..? could you have gone into more detail with this poem? maybe added to it ?
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Geno Smith
4/24/2013 01:57:36 am
I think you could of went into more detail but overall i liked it
I’m walking home slowly
Looking for the man of the streets
Watching his dirty, homeless face
Which fills in the tunnels of the city.
He looks at me with his big eyes
Keeps his mouth opened
I can see the sunshine on his two teeth
And the place where the others should be.
I keep walking, just walking far
Down to the metro station
It’s got fired, stays burned now, see,
It’s older than a century.
I just arrived to the Kossuth square
Standing right in front of the Parliament
I take a slow glance at the top of it
I’m impressed by this beauty.
I’m climbing up to the dome
I can see the city around
Here are the two wild lions, standing proud
Guarding that sad and lonely bridge.
The wind shouts into my ears
It feels like I’m free
Maybe just someone sais from the hills:
Get the hell away from here.
I can see the sky is nice
The floor’s getting closer fast
Japanese take some photoes of me
I meet the tram finallly.
wrote by:
Dorka Bánhegyi
Balázs Laklia
Bence Kasperkievicz
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Tamás Bunth & Miklós Jásdi
2/17/2013 04:49:37 am
We didn't manage to finish it (yet), but here is our short poem.
A moment of rowing
It's a calm summer morning.
It's time to start rowing.
No wind, no waves, silence.
May I be the winner? -No chance.
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Dorottya Repkényi and Bence Kálmán
2/17/2013 06:11:58 am
Cold snowy day
It is a cold winter day.
In a park and streets, lonely snowmen are singing,
waiting for a wonder, for the sun rising.
Tiny snowflakes are falling from the sky,
as I hear kids cheering, they think it's fine.
After sunrise, nothing starts to melt.
Every rooftop is white,
sparkling by the sunshine.
When the darkness comes, I see a raindeer,
running all alone, with joy,
everything is perfect.
It is a cold winter day.
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Megan Ryan
3/17/2013 02:58:07 pm
how cold was the winter day exactly?
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Liza Takács
2/17/2013 10:26:10 pm
A hot summer evening
I hear how the blood beats in my veins
It rumbles in my ears
A drop of sweat going down on my back
I think I'm a bit of stress
My hand is shaking
My heart is beating
May that fast I will die
But I'm not afraid I won't hide
It is the best night after a long time
Because I think I'm in love.
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Megan Ryan
3/17/2013 02:57:02 pm
omg i love this poem! i really followed how nervous the person in your poem felt because they feel they are in love. maybe you could have hinted at that earlier in the poem though so we didnt have to wait until the end of the poem to realize what was happening!
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Dillon Fitts
4/24/2013 02:08:51 am
i like how you wrote about a stressful emotion
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Berci Simon Barbi
2/19/2013 05:31:19 am
The party bus could not have been
more crowded. Annoying mixture of the crappy mussic
and drunk chatter. The trip is finally over,
Admiring the silence
We are heading to the pub. The wine
of very poor quality is eating its way to
our trachea, leaving pain in its wake.
People are talking. No music
We hear the music.The bouncers are extremely rude, and stupid
We're in. Our tympanic membrane is being destroyed by the speakers
You are losing consciousness slowly, and in the in, you wake up somewhere
It's a fine prom party
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Se-Lee
2/20/2013 01:46:58 am
An usual 8:50 am at the school gate
An usual 8:50 a at the school gate
People like ants gather at the gate
as if they were assembling.
Actually they don't.
It's just an usual Monday morning.
From the boots, disgusting slush is clinging,
people just rush up the dim staircases.
Their mourns and groans are what I hear in the class.
An usual 8:50 am at the class.
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Se-Lee
2/20/2013 01:47:31 am
and Alina Lakosa
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Nikol and Bálint (Bartha)
2/20/2013 05:18:11 am
A lovely gluttonous thursday
I wake up in the morning,
I know It's a beautiful day,
Can't wait the evening,
When my stomach become full.
After the work ends, I go home,
I dress up my clothes, the most cool,
And I go to my favourite restaurant.
All food on the menu card,
I destine from the waitress,
And I eat as much food as
I fall in food coma.
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Fanni and Blanka
2/24/2013 03:28:35 am
Cold, snowy day
The first snow has fallen last night.
It was a great, furious storm
By now, a bright
Gleaming and white
Dress is being worn
Both by city and counrtyside.
But while the peasants are glad
To observe the nature chilling:
Crumb on the ground..
Birds come around
All pleased and tweeting.
There's a pure, wild, tide outside.
However the city's confused:
All the people losing their head
Taken scarfs,boots,
Warm suits,caps,hoods
Even their way hasn't been planned
To go work in such a bad mood.
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Huy Cu Le
2/24/2013 06:35:28 am
A f***ing physics lesson
It is a f***ing physics lesson.
Again.
Terrified students arrive and depart,
I can feel the high frequency in my heart,
Frightened pupils are wailing,
Behind the teacher: physics tests are waiting.
Professor XYZ is looking into my eyes deeply
Then I despairingly scream for God: Save me!
You can see hallelujah-crying-howling-swearing
-panting-coldly-cunningly-grasping XYZ clamors at you
And just one word in your mind: F*** you!
It is a f***ing physics lesson.
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L
2/26/2013 05:01:27 am
STORY OF MY LIFE.
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Sarah Winton
3/19/2013 09:13:05 am
I know how you feel!
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Benji Berczi
2/24/2013 10:48:05 pm
A rainy autumn morning
It’s just a rainy autumn morning,
I feel the water on my wrist.
It’s Monday, Monday again…
I have to go out and feel bad.
I can’t stand doing this again,
Because I have too many problems.
I’m tired, broken and thirsty,
Thirsty for some talking.
I’m just drifting with the tide,
It’s too strong to stop.
I’m good, I’m playing
It's just a rainy autumn morning.
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Balage Barnicsko
2/25/2013 05:05:19 am
A cold winter morning
I do not hear the beating of my veins
It does not rumble in my ears
Not a drop of sweat comes out of my pores
I think I lack the force.
My hand is freezing
My heart's not beating
May that fast I won't die
But I'm afraid I won't hide
It is the worst morning after a long time
Because I think she doesn't love.
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Julia Guszlev
2/25/2013 05:30:01 am
A hot summer evening
I can feel the sand between my toes
What time is it ? Nobody knows.
The setting sun illuminates your face
And I know, this is the best place.
I’m the happiest girl, when I hear your laugh
I love your eyes, nose and all other stuff.
I think this is a perfect hot summer evening...
But I realised: I was only dreaming.
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Karolina
2/25/2013 05:36:48 am
A scary Monday morning
On Monday morning i woke up really tired
I decided that i'm gonna kill everybody.
But i realized that i would be fired
So I get up and rocked my body.
Once i got to where i work
I heared someone screaming like a jerk.
So i ran out of my room and started looking
And i realized there was a big shooting.
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Flora
3/2/2013 01:06:25 am
And Jazmin and Flora
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Lili
2/26/2013 05:07:39 am
Surrounded by all the waterfalls and the sunshine,
but it's the galloping sound of life,
the sour tate of the dust that we have left behind,
that makes it all right.
We're on our own, it's just you and I.
The leather handles under my fisted fingers have worn out
or so I realise as my breakdown's drowned out.
It will always be etched into the back of my eyes
Everything's changed, it was all just a lie.
Green are the leaves, the road is forked out,
but it''s all such a blur, my eyes are blind!
Nothing makes sense, I should be in a fight...
But somehow, my anger subsides.
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Bogi
3/3/2013 01:25:40 pm
I ride on horseback in a forest,
I hear the river's warble.
Surrounded by all the waterfalls and sunshine.
It is the galopping sound of life and tap of the hooves.
The sour taste of the dust that we have left behind,
that makes it all right.
Hearing horse's breath calms me.
We are on our own, just you and I.
I nuzzle with you and touch the wet horse's hair.
The leather bridle is under my fisted fingers.
When we become tired, we stop and delight in scenery.
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Sarah Winton
3/19/2013 09:17:49 am
Do you ride horses?? I liked the imagery you used
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Erika and Tu
3/4/2013 05:50:49 am
A day before the summer holiday
Everything was hazy,
We were in hurry.
Firstly we just walked really fast,
Than faster, finally we rushed.
Our destination was the school,
We'd be late, we knew.
But how did it happened?
Everything was planned,
We met at Deák Ferenc square.
Erika and Bori arrived in time,
But Tu was not really kind.
'Cause she lated a lot,
"What time is it?" -she forgot.
Finally we arrived to the cinema,
And we bought soda naturally,
And of course popcorn, in the Arena,
But it poured out, unfortunately.
After we'd watched the film,
We went to the subway.
We wanted to keep the speed,
But it was hard to do in high-heels.
They persuaded Tu to change her shoes,
However, we were in the underground.
We started to run to the school
She wore Erika's slippers and didn't look around.
We didn't care about our skirts,
Next to the school we felt hurt:
The anthem has started...
At long last we survived our ceremony,
And watched films after this catastrophe.
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Lucas Ferrari
3/17/2013 02:25:33 pm
I like how the poem is about how summertime is a good time
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Chad Sousa
4/24/2013 02:03:58 am
Great poem I like it because I can relate to it
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Scott Faber
4/24/2013 02:07:13 am
i think this is an outstanding poem because it is telling you to apriciate everything you have and if things get chaotic you still have to apriciate everything you have
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