The end is near,
The start is closer,
The late, late nights
Will soon be over
The endless days
Of listless wandering,
Of empty thoughts
And hours of pondering,
Will all be gone
In days to come,
The hours dwindle
The daylight runs.
But while our backs,
They turn away,
We see the change.
We face the day.
Anticipation,
Hopes and dreams,
They all rush in,
They smile and beam
They fill you up
And let you fly
You jump, you leap-
Take to the sky
This moment,
Finally, it's here,
So bring your friends,
And pull them near
Hold on tight
And don't let go-
To all you love
And all you know
Surprises hide
And fun awaits,
It's all so near,
Behind the gates,
And when they open,
We'll be there.
We're hot balloons,
Up in the air.
Soaring higher,
Through the clouds,
Gazing down
At all the crowds
But looking up
To what's above
To friends and life
And fun and love.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
