Shantel+Nichols

Death (Pass Around Poem)

"You must walk before him, as a slave, in the triumph." Now with her writhing ghostly tone, she whispers: "What is this place?" There are no slaves north of Maryland district. As Death approaches, hairy-heeled in the woods, whispers, I'm handing you this gun. But Nature, in due course of time, once more Tried to turn her home So Death wouldn't, Cause her to die in the world. But he reached down, and hammered them flat. Mother covers my eyes.

Facade (Imagery Poem)

A thousand thoughts scramble through my head Of my child I have to take care of. I'm stuck on my death bed As she patiently waits for her next meal.

This thought is my last resort, I'm in desperate need. I call her to my bedside And convey the horrible plan.

I rip and tear a filthy old cloth to cover her face Then send the innocent girl out the door. She scrambles through the waste As everyone makes puzzling stares and mocks her.

Grime's smeared from head to toe A rear rolls down her precious face Behind the clothe facade. A clear path is shown leaving its mark.

Places (Starter Poem)

I like to hear the busy town Through a window in my room. The sound of horns honking all night Keeps me up for hours. A city girl's who I'm supposed to be.

There's no one 'round me for miles and miles Just muy house, the fields, and animals. I ride the horses and feed the pigs, Not afraid of getting dirty. A farm girl's who I'm supposed to be.

The squashing feeling of my feet I feel them sinking in. The waves go crashing, pushing me, Floating in the salty water. A beach girl's who I'm supposed to be.

Work (Starter Poem)

I like to hear laughs of little kids. The smell of food cooking throughout the day. I hear the high pitched screams of children. Playing is their type of work. My life consists of these pupils daily. I work as a teacher taking care of them.

This is what I love, it's not work.

Luck (Starter Poem)

What is luck? Do I have it or not?

Luck has two sides, Like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde.

One side's for good, The other for bad.

The good side is cheerful Because everything works out perfectly.

The bad side is drably Where everything seems to go wrong.

You find twenty dollars and win the baseball game, Or strike out ever time and get called mean names.

Today I have good luck, but tomorrow we'll see If this so called good luck will stay with me.