Peaceful Poetry By: Aidan Kane


Ode to Guerra

Guerra is usually crazy,

although she is sometimes calm.

Guerra is occasionally lazy

when she is with my mom.


She likes going on a walk

like every other dog,

then she sleeps like a rock

or chew on a log.


But I don't like that she sheds

and her white hair gets everywhere

including on the beds.

Her hair also gets in the air.


I am always thankful to have her

as a companion because

Guerra likes to purr

and I get to pet her fuzz.



Cake is very good

sometimes cakes have great toppings,

but sometimes cakes could

be crafted out of bad things.

Cake can be misunderstood


Biking is a sport.

Biking can be a career.

You will need to steer

to ride around the resort

or ride your bike on the peer.

Fibonacci Poem






loving animals.

They do not always use their brain,

although they're constantly my favorite companion.

With their white, brown, black, golden, and speckled fur dogs are my favorite pet in the world.

Inspired by:

"Nothing succeeds like success."

Dumas - Ange Pitou


If you ever know what it's like to win,

You will know that nothing succeeds like success.

If you have been

in a close game and you win, it will relieve all of your stress.


When your in a tough race

and you finally pull ahead.

You eventually get first place

and you feel the exact opposite of dead.


All one poem

Three Major Sports

The physical sport is football.

The sport you have to run a lot in is basketball.

The sport you need patience for is baseball.


America's pastime is baseball.

The new favorite sport is football.

The always liked sport is basketball


The players with the most endurance play basketball.

The players with the best mindset play baseball.

The toughest players play football.


The three major sports in America are: basketball, baseball, and football.

Published Poems

The Angel

By: William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,

And he wiped my tears away;

And I wept both day and night,

And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;

I was armed, he came in vain;

For the time of youth was fled,

And grey hairs were on my head.

The Road Not Taken

By: Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The end


Created with images by Corrado Dearca - "OLIVER BORDER COLLIE SULLE LANGHE" • andrewmalone - "Birthday Cake" • Chris_Hawes - "Bikes" • violetta - "huskies husky blue eye" • PIRO4D - "klee four leaf clover lucky clover" • slgckgc - "Eastern League Baseball" • paulbr75 - "outdoor basketball rim net" • filterssofly - "american football football sports" • bernswaelz - "angel figure mourning" • Jay Erickson - "road" • JarkkoManty - "the northern lights night sky"

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