2004-2005

 

Love by Rose Mary V. Love is like a rose So tender and sweet Love is like the man You are yearning to meet Love is what we have Just you and me. The definition of love is The man that destiny has given me.

 

In Remembrance of Kyle I only met you once, But that once was just enough. I could tell you were filled with love and life. Sadly, I never had the pleasure of meeting you again. Your life was taken so soon, No one should go so young. But I can tell you are still around, Seeing everything we do, Watching over all your friends, And everyone who loves you. No longer can we see you, no longer can we hear you, Ah, but these are only simple limitations of the human mind. For you are still around, For all to bid good day. Your life was filled with things you loved, People who loved you so. Many shall grieve your passing, No one shall ever forget. As long as you are remembered, You will never be gone. For a soul never dies as long as we hold them close, And what place closer than in our hearts. You were a wonderful person and this we shall never forget. By: Malinda F.

Letter Poem  Dear Kyle, Your warm smile and your welcoming nature  are sure to be remembered. You tried to make the world better. And it was! You taught others to enjoy life,  no matter how we felt. You reminded us that our problems not that big in the grand scheme of things. You taught us to love and treasure life itself! We know you had problems with your heart,  but it was a heart of gold. Anytime we cry out in distress  we shall think of all that you have taught us. As you look down upon us from heaven,  fear not!  Your live lessons will be forever  followed and taught. You may be gone,  but your legacy shall be everlasting.   Your Loyal Admirer and Friend Chrystal D.

Kyle was a student at Naples High School. He passed away on February 8, 2005.
If you are a poet at NHS and have written a poem about Kyle,
you are welcome to submit your poem to Mr. Janowski for posting here.

Fall by Laura N. Only the tears I've cried, is all I have to show for all the times I've tried regretting my lost pride. Changing is something not everyone can do I was a fool to think I could get that from someone like you. Over and over you proved you were cold-- I don't understand how your type felt right to my soul. Pretending hurts more than having nothing at all--Because when you have nothing to pretend there's no chance to-- Fall

 

Backtrack by Laura N. I always thought what I was doing is what had to be done-- I never stopped to think I would have to turn and run. From my decisions certain precisions had to be made, if I didn't understand that eventually I would have watched us fade. I never played the game before, but I had to master it for you if out of this I wanted more. All this time-never once did I regret, all the long hours we spent. Now my whole visual is bent--and in my heart you've placed yet another dent. The only thing I'm left with  is skeptism, no trust for anything that's called realism. All I have now are the cold facts/which leaves me with one other question--Why didn't I move forward--instead of refract and backtrack?

Only The Good Die Young by Laura N. Do you know where you're going? and how to get there? Do you even know you're gone and how much we care? Do you hear me everynight when I'm deep in prayer? A beautiful soul that will always play a huge role, finally makes it out of depression's hole. I can feel you near, your crazy voice I now long to hear--Please have no fear I'll always be around--For you to pick on in spirit rather than sound. I know you were lost, but now you're found. You see, when the tears fell after the phone had rung--I knew they weren't kidding because-- only the good die young. Dedicated in memory of F.J.N. the 3rd.

 

Tears by Laura N. Like a river they flow With nowhere to go-- As they fall to the floor And with every word spoken My eyes prepare me for more An ocean at my feet Overflows with every heartbeat I cannot speak--My heart is breaking My body is still, but my thoughs are shaking This cannot be true-- I cannot possibly be losing you This is it  all of my fears This is the end--and these are my... tears.

 

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