Shakespearean Sonnet ~Ryan Pan

In the classroom, I share knowledge with young minds,

Learning lessons where wisdom starts.

Inspiring children’s growth and directing their finds,

Discovering passion, igniting their hearts. 

 

Guiding students with a gentle hand,

Encouraging curiosity, every day. 

Leading learners through life’s command,

Influencing decisions, in a brighter way.

 

Through trial and error, 

Methods are discovered, and strengths are revealed. 

Classroom experience shapes an educator,

Instruction helps students’ talents unfold.

 

Through perseverance, overcoming each test, 

You will become the best. 

 

Shakespearean Sonnet ~Hudson Cleveland

Upon this morn, I stir beneath the sun,

A silent witness to the world awake,

Where steeples rise and glories are begun,

And dreams upon my tranquil bosom break.

 

Thy praise, O Wordsworth, floats upon my stream,

Yet know, beneath thy reverie so grand,

I weave through time, a constant flowing dream,

Embracing all who tread upon my strand.

 

The city breathes, its heart a pulsing song,

As boats and souls converge upon my way,

In twilight’s grace, where all the worlds belong,

I hold their whispers, night dissolving day.

 

So while thine eyes find beauty in my flow,

Remember, dear friend, my depths, for they know.

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Learn to Live ~Patricia Perry

When fire spreads in the chest so dire, 

And breathing through the heaviness is strained, 

The wrens in autumn trees do yet inspire, 

As rays through clouds on fields gently rained. 

In parked cars, reflecting on the past, 

The memories, like stains, within the mind stay,

Yet through the trials, the spirit will outlast, 

And learn to live despite the darkest day.

For life is such, with sorrows intertwined, 

Yet strength is found in moments deeply felt, 

The heart, though scarred, with courage is designed, 

To rise above the pain that was once dealt, 

And live life with fortitude and grace, 

And find in shadows, light’s enduring trace.

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The Canvas Beckons ~Eva Gelo

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Upon the canvas, colors start to dance,

With strokes that capture dreams in hues so bright,

A world emerges from a painter’s trance,

Each brush a whisper, blending day to night. Like rivers flow, the paint does gently glide,

A symphony of shades on linen white, Emotions blend, no secrets left to hide,

In every layer, feelings are on flight.

Yet, as the twilight casts its somber shade,

A shadow falls upon the artist’s heart,

The joyous hues begin to slowly fade,

For in this craft, there lies a deeper part.

But in the end, the masterpiece will gleam,

A mirror of the soul, a vivid dream.

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Wings That Conquer the Sky ~Elias Sheppard

Above the earth, a plane begins its flight,

Its wings outstretched to touch the open blue.

Through endless clouds, it climbs to meet the light,

A testament to what mankind can do.

 

The engines hum, a sound both strong and clear,

It cuts the winds, defying gravity.

Each journey brings new worlds so far, yet near,

A bridge between the land and galaxy.

 

But high above, the world seems still and small,

Its beauty vast, yet fragile to the eye.

The heavens whisper mankind's rise and fall,

A fleeting trace within the endless sky.

 

Oh, flying bird, you carry hopes and dreams,

Through skies where sunlight shines and starlight gleams.