POETRY--LONG OVERDUE
These poems were written by 7th grade Language Arts students in the past couple of years. I have changed names to initials, but otherwise they are as they were written. If I do say so myself, some are quite good. Many thanks to the students who were willing to share their work with me.
I’ve lived, I’ve laughed, I’ve loved
I’ve seen the gifts from above
I’ve been around the globe
I’ve seen the terrors from below
I’ve been to the highest mountain peaks
I’ve collected all I’ll ever seek
I have nothing but I’ve got all
from great heights I doth fall
to a fiery H*** with which I came
I now do forsake my name
I do give up humanity
and turn my back on the world I see
only one thought comes to mind
when I leave god rest my kind
o soccer soccer soccer
oh how i doth love thee
when i am old and feeble
to the young shall i teach thee
By JH
Ocean
How can I find a way to breathe,
Why can’t I find a place of peace?
Salt water seas and salty breeze,
Surely that’s the life for me?
Fish are swimming in the shallows,
Hungry birds are mourning shadows.
Where am I, this salty place?
The sea is where I’m at to date.
By TS
River
The waves are lapping
at the rocks,
and their shimmering
waters are churning
pools, churned by
the huge hands
of a god.
By TS
Internet
The internet is a heaven
a home away from home
the many wonderful things it does
like do research and write papers
The internet is a heaven.
By MB
ROTFL and I went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
I started to die and ROTFL cried and I asked what was the matter.
ROTFL said, “I died.” I screamed “You lie!”
and I kicked ROTFL in the nose.
The end.
By HJ
Layla
So cute and so small
Smelled sweet like the trees
I used to cradle her
‘Til she got the fleas.
By HJ
Dreams
Dreams hate the dark
Dark hates the light
Light hates to fight
Fight breaks the night
Night brings morn
Morn brings day
Day brings worn
Worn needs sleep
Sleep for dreams.
By HJ
The Fire
The fire burns,
it crackles and pops,
sparks fly,
and embers flash.
It toasts the treats,
before they meet,
the chocolate filling,
and Graham cracker sandwich.
The fire burns on,
without pause it continues,
to light up the camp site,
as it soothes everything around it.
The fire is at its Zenith,
for soon it will go south and die,
but the kindle will stay,
as its memory will live on.
By AD
The Ball
The ball bounces,
some of it rubs off,
it waits for the racket to trounce it,
as if it’s companion had coughed,
it spirals into the twine.
But once again,
like a newborn animal,
the yellow-green sphere begins its journey,
over the white tape,
and between the two menacing sets of strings.
The match will soon end,
the ball will sit,
the players will leave,
but the ball will wait,
to bounce again.
By AD
The Pillow
The pillow lies soft, warm, and nice,
lavender and goose feather scent,
made for the head of those it calms,
sending them into a deep trance,
its powers send you into a sleep,
like none other ever before,
waiting for tomorrow's morning,
is the pillow.
By AD
BAM! I hear the thunder
SLAM! I see the lightening
brighten up the night.
I run up to my bedroom
cowering in fright.
I crawl under the bedsheets
as I hear the thunder beats,
knowing if I go to sleep,
the storm will pass on.
I wake up in the morning,
and everything is drenched.
My backyard is all wet,
but I bet that today’s weather
will be better yet.
By AH
Shakespearean Sonnet #1:
9/11,
The planes that flew across the USA,
through the brilliant sunshine of that morning
were hijacked to America’s dismay,
crushed our country’s heart without a warning.
They hit the towers with a horrid force,
trapping people inside by the fires,
people screamed as the planes met their planned course,
towers turned to devastating pyres.
The towers gave after many hours,
billowing smoke as they fell to the ground.
People were crushed under the two towers,
unless they jumped or fell without a sound.
The towers did finally surrender,
billowing smoke as they crashed to the ground.
To the fall so many lives were rendered
unless they jumped or fell without a sound.
The memory of that horrific day,
A spot in history of darkest gray.
By NF
Shakespearean Sonnet #2:
Ocean
The ocean, unforgiving are its tides.
Its creatures behave in ways much the same.
The ocean with its rules they all abide,
the ocean we know will never be tame.
The ships that travel ‘cross its surface waves,
get battered and may sink beneath its depths.
The ocean has become a place with graves,
because of so many sailors’ missteps.
The ocean can also be beautiful,
a sunset above its bluest surface.
The fish swimming about as usual,
all things existing with a known purpose.
The ocean is so unpredictable,
when it’s beautiful it’s forgivable.
By NF
I love my hockey stick
It loves me back
It follows me everywhere I go
It sleeps on a rack.
I love my hockey stick
It’s oranage, not red.
And every evening,
It tucks me into bed.
By SK
Death
Dust to dust
Death, so final
Where do I go after the fall?
Seems like yesterday I was
Running, jumping and climbing.
No more.
There is no turning back.
I can see the light.
My body is still.
Today is my day to explore.
I am at peace.
By SK
Volcanoes
Gurgling and gleaming
The glowing lava slips down the mountain.
The gigantic volcano erupts
Going, going, gone.
By SK
I am a test.
I hear their moans and groans,
As the teacher announces their arrival.
Most hate me, very few like me,
But I don’t care.
I hate all of them, too.
They don’t know any of my answers.
Most of them hit me,
As they tap their pencil.
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
While they wait for the school
Bell to ring.
But if you study,
And treat me well,
Don’t you fear.
I’ll make sure
The next time I see you,
I’ll have a
BIG
RED
A.
By AP
Earth
Swish! goes the wind.
Splash! goes the water.
Sizzle! goes the fire.
These are the sounds
that make the Earth go round.
By AP
Dandelion Seeds
By AS
Puck
Smack! The puck hits the ice.
Players push and fight
for possession.
Vroom! As it drives down the ice
toward the defensive side.
Whoosh! As it flies over the goalie’s shoulder
stick side.
into
the
net.
By AS
There once was a man named Tesla
Invented so many things.
From neon lights, to coils
He even tested wings.
Edison was a very stubborn man
He wouldn’t give up DC.
Most of his inventions were a sham,
Including “his” electricity.
Oh tree
Oh green tree
You are like a giant
So tall and fat
With your busy leaves
You make me feel so
Small.
You may be tall
But you are very slow
Inching your way to the sky.
By YW
Tissue after tissue
Slime running by
Is this really my issue
Or just another lie?
I feel the goo
Of green and yellow.
I know it’s true,
For it feels like jello.
By YW
The Fire
Glowing orange
Burning hot
Warming the room
Night after night.
I come inside and feel the heat.
The cold winter day has me quite beat.
The heater is roaring like a bear.
My mother is sitting in a chair.
And I just crash on the couch.
ZZZZZZZ...ZZZZZ...ZZZZZZ
By RK
As the light comes on, we prepare to jump.
As the light comes on, we know we may die.
We line up to go, and hear a loud bump.
We’re hit! These enemy fighters are sly.
The first trooper steps up to make the plunge.
It’s my turn to go and my nerves are shot.
I sum up my courage and make the lunge.
Oh how I wish I was back in my cot.
I am falling toward the enemy lines,
as the transport explodes right above me.
I’m lucky enough to avoid the mines.
One man does not, but I’m better off than he.
We suffered some deaths, but life must go on.
Now we will turn it over to recon.
By CR
The Seashell
I am a seashell
washed up on the beach.
All around, noises are loud.
As the tide washes ever closer,
I know I am almost home.
I feel the water close around,
and no longer feel the sand.
As I am washed away,
I know I’m home to stay.
By CR
Seasons
The first to come is thy of sweet and soft.
Which birds do sing and smile to the sun.
Now shines so bright and through the clouds it wafts.
And in the end the rain has past and done.
The second is of days so hot you’ll shy.
And in the meadows little children play.
And when it’s over you are sure to cry.
Because it’s almost time for school’s first day.
The third that comes is when leaves fall off trees.
And children dress in scary clothes at night.
And school resumes and things begin to freeze.
And the cold will surely give you a fright.
And lastly that falls is the snow filled nights.
And then the new year will take to its flight.
By IR
Bumble bee
Bumble bee oh bumble bee,
You are a mini sun.
With black stripes.
That are your tights.
And fur of a bear that stuns.
Oh bumble bee oh bumble bee
Please oh please
Don’t sting me!
By IR
I run in an open valley.
One lush and green.
I run across the river.
The sky is now serene.
I look into the water.
So deep, so blue.
But the reflection I see is not me.
It’s you.
By IR
Mistakes
Forever made.
Hard to fix.
Many are not on purpose,
Some are lies.
Some made to cover
embarrassing moments.
Never being able
to figure it out.
Making them,
watching them
being made.
Never know
what to do
when it ruins
something special.
By GN
Violin
The Violion
A beautiful instrument
with music so beautiful
like a bird singing its song.
Carved wood,
pretty as calligraphy.
Many play it,
some just listen.
By GN
The earth is teeming with unending life,
With bugs and other revolting creatures,
But sometimes we are constantly in strife,
But Earth has many other great features.
The modern days are different than the past,
The prehistoric humans were a sight,
But now we are advancing very fast,
Faster than the quick and fast speed of light.
The oceans cover the Earth vast and blue,
Don’t drink the water because it has salt.
And deep in the bedrock there lies a clue,
As to why LA has a line of fault.
The heart is our home, the Earth is our guide,
Once it was full of carbon monoxide.
By PK
The Housefly
There is a buzzing in the house,
LIke a sleeping person on helium.
Even though that housefly is a jerk,
He is still better than my spouse.
By PK
Shakespearean Sonnet
April
April dear April, oh please do come soon,
I need sweet roses and buds on the trees,
I need pure raindrops so clear and so blue,
I want cool winds, and a soft calm breeze.
April showers shall bring on May flowers,
I’ve seen them in April all in their bloom,
I know May has rain, comes for some hours,
I need tulips, nature’s perfect perfume.
Oh my dear April your cloudy blue skies,
The smell of the spring it comes in your wake,
Please don’t come back just to tell me goodbye,
Oh April, if you leave, my heart, will break.
Oh April don’t go, it means much to me,
April my dear, you must simply agree.
By LR
Where Poetry Hides
I met him that night,
When I walked through the dark,
Mist it hung with shadows everywhere in sight,
I saw him,
the mater,
the master of dreams.
Where does poetry hide?
He asked,
From where does it come?
I said I would search,
the land in my mind,
and I walked around my thoughts,
all through the night.
On roads and rivers,
meandering my mind,
I found it you see,
where poetry hides,
inside the creativity of you and me.
By LR
Dream
A gushing waterfall and a bubbly spring,
This is a place where nature loves to sing.
Enormous domed rocks that are ringed by trees,
A sunsplashed meadow cooled by the breeze.
The evening brings forth a colorful display,
The bright orange sky gives way to red rays.
I run in the meadow through a sea of flowers,
I know I must leave in just a few hours.
And suddenly there is nothing blue blue,
I start to fall there is nothing I can do.
I land in the rough and gritty sand,
And as I stand up I know I’m on land,
There is quite a sight a bright blue sea,
Inside that there is a colorful coral reef,
Parrots I see those colorful birds,
They mimic many tunes that I know I have heard,
Something quite soft is pressed to my face,
Oh but wait where, where was that place?
remember, remember, try to think,
I know i Have lost it as soon as I blink,
I am now awake and I have lost it,
It’s gone for good--lickety split.
By LR
Dare Me to Write a Sonnet (Because I Will)
Fourteen lines end with a rhyming couplet
Words all neatly lined up in one stanza
Every second line to rhyme you must get
Trying not to sound too much like Yoda.
Fifth line now and new endings introduced
Into the rhyme scheme for the next two lines
More complex poems and harder to deduce
cummings would have thought them too strict confines
Four more lines until the rhyming end now
Ten fingers tapping out the syllables
When I first started only thought was, “How?”
End now nearing fits words into labels
Dare me write a decent Shakespeare sonnet?
For you I will and put a bow on it.
By DC
Dear Math
It’s not your fault.
I’ve always worked better with words than numbers anyway.
It’s not that I have anything against you.
You’re dead useful, I’ll give you that.
It’s just, when you follow me home, it bugs me.
Wanting to draw, wanting to write,
Wanting to create
And then there’s you
I’m like an unwilling babysitter
You’ll get me into trouble if I leave you.
It’s not your fault, it’s ust your nature
It isn’t my fault if I want to ignore you sometimes?
You’re just so stuffy and tedious
All rules, and unlike grammar, you learn them to follow them
It’s not your fault, Math
I’ve just got enough problems of my own.
By DC
Rain
Water dripping off nowhere cliff
Water falling
Then ceasing
Water drenching pavement
Dribbles off
Water, freezing to the bone
Proves skin isn’t waterproff
Water distorting window glass
Like a moving sea through air
Water comes and goes in beats
Music
Water, then, is music
And all the air-fishes ptiches their colors context
All the Earth’s an ear
And wet.
By DC
You came to life one day
You took my breath away
The sun came out
I started to pout
There’s nothing left to say!
By KK
Blue
You are the color of the sky
You are the color of sadness
You make people high
And then they create madness
By KK
One day, one day
I will go
out, out
into the snow
walking, walking
to and fro.
Hello, hello
to the new world
where I can travel
wherever I please.
Travel, travel
without even a wheeze.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the old world.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the old life.
By HB
Snow
I like to go into the snow
it is so very fun.
I like to run and run around
and bound and bound and bound.
I like to be in the winter
it is so very fun.
By HB
SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day,
Is how Shakespeare began that famous poem.
I really do not have much more to say,
But I guess I will have to write some more.
Poetry is not my favorite thing,
And sometimes it just seems like a huge bore.
It makes my head hurt with a real bad sting,
So bad I may just walk right out the door.
I am sitting and writing this long thing
So I can get the max number of points
And in my head there is a droning ring
Also a sudden aching in my joints
I don’t think that there is much more to do
So now I will present this poem to you!
By CF
Guitar Pick
Oh guitar pick
You’re so tolerant.
As I pick you against the strings,
You never complain.
Even when I get mad
and throw you,
You never hurt me.
Unless I step on you.
By CF
Sir Issac Newton
Was a tootin’
An apple fell on his head,
So he invented gravity instead.
By AF
Snow to Spring
Snow,
it covers the Earth like a blanket.
Flowers,
come through and pierce it.
Sun,
hotter than the desert,
comes
and steals our blanket.
Now,
the snow is gone.
Then,
spring has sprung!
By AF
The Season of Life (Shakespearean Sonnet)
There is no month like the month known as May.
When butterflies come out and start to fly,
And People start to enjoy sunny days.
When warmth comes forth, and snow is doomed to die.
The summer begins with a dimmed down buzz.
Tis the season for barbeques run wild,
and bumble bees begin to get their fuzz.
No more must conditions be so dire.
Because people must start to go outside,
and by their mothers’ rules they must abide.
Water travels through a river,
turn the handle, and it comes hither
drink its wetness, so refreshing.
quench my thirst, as I drink it.
Use the extra to feed the leaves
of the oak tree in my pantry.
By JU
There once was a cube named Rubik
It has a shape that was cubic.
It was from Dayan
Speed cube in my hand
This was a good Rubik’s cube to pick.
By HH
I walk on this world
without a care
of anything around me
No matter who calls
I don’t hear the voice
no cries, no demands, no pleas.
I only cared about me.
Everyone is like this,
filled with sorrow and regrets.
We must have faith and happiness
and believe in ourselves
to set us free.
It is free to choose.
The world isn’t perfect,
but you can help it be.
By HH
Dark
Who knows what lies there?
I can’t see in that blue square.
What could it be?
What could be in that dark sea?
A monster green?
A hairy fiend?
The world may never know,
The dark may never show.
By HH
Fender Stratocaster
Strum it, smash it
From classic rock, to heavy metal
Turn it up
Kick the pedal
Max volume
Min reverb
Works for every tune.
Razzles
Razzles are delicious
They are candy that turns
to
gum
Razzles come in six flavors
and are generally fun!
By AH
Oh dog,
you play,
and run,
and jump.
If I give you a treat
you might do a stunt.
By JA
Clouds
Clouds are like cotton candy
because they are so sweet and dandy.
They float in the breeze
and look like anything you please:
a flower
a bug
a tower
a shrub.
Endless possibilities.
By JA
Doofus the Hen
Doofus is a big fat hen.
He lives in a old fox den.
He doesn’t like the stench:
It makes his teeth clench.
His life was pretty boring.
It mostly consisted of snoring.
But once, he strangely awoke
to find himself a bicycle spoke!
By KM
The Mortifying Cascade of Red-hots
It was your average day at the coal mine
When a bunch of bats flew straight out.
Something bad must’ve happened!
Someone heard a shout...
Run! Run! Run!
Like a crazy wren!
What’s that big red wave?
Just hurry towards the glen!
Wait, are those red-hots?
OMG! They are!
I should get myself some!
Whoops, I stepped in tar!
Help! I’m stuck in this pit!
I’m practically a fossil!
Red-hots are attacking!
This disaster is colossal...
Oh Noes! It’s here!
I’m nearly gonna drown!
Wait a second, what?
This was planned by you clowns?
This was all a prank? How could you!
I’m quitting this job, I don’t get a good pay.
Wait, you say I get to keep all the red-hots?
Fine, I’ll stay...
By KM
Life is like...
Life is like a hot bath,
It feels nice while you’re in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get.
Life is like a cherry soda,
Once you get to the good stuff, the fizz is gone.
Life is like a turkey,
No matter how you cut it, it’s still a turkey.
Life is like wine & cheese,
The older it gets, the better it is.
Life is like bread,
Until you do something with it, it just loafs about. (I c wut u did thar...)
Life is what you make of it,
So do the best you can.
By KM
Plastic Insanity
Higgledy piggledy,
Plastic insanity,
Two million tons of it,
Please no profanity.
Luckily, all of it’s
Biodegradable,
So it will rot away,
“Green” is achievable!
By KM
Leaves/Trees
Beginning with autumn,
The leaves turn gold, orange, and red.
They lazily drift to the ground,
No hurry for the winter.
They lay in piles under the tree,
With the branches bare.
I wonder how they do when old.
Winter comes round,
and all the leaves are
under the snow and rotting,
Helping the ground for next year.
Finally, after the sun
decides to stay a while longer,
leaves grow back,
new, green, and fresh,
help the tree regain its strength.
Finally, the air gets hotter,
sun from longest days,
shade for us,
sun for them,
this is the way
so far
it is.
By AT
Random Poem
Dear clothing,
Thanks.
By AT
Lake Michigan
On my beaches, people make
sand castles, pits, and sandy cake.
On my beaches, children play
morning to evening, day by day.
On my beaches, some collect
specific stones, I suspect.
On my beaches, people forget,
just how much everyday they fret.
On my beaches, as quiet as a mouse,
some wish to own a house.
On my beaches, time slows down,
and people soon have to leave my town,
By AT
The Annoying Seller (Shakespearean Sonnets)
When I was walking I saw a seller
He came forward with items so many
He asked me how I was, I said steller
He inquir’d if I could spare a penny.
I said, “I don’t have a need for your goods.”
But he persisted to try and sell them.
I turned to leave him and go to the woods.
But he stopped me and pulle out a large gem.
He said I could buy it if I wanted,
I really was starting to hate this guy.
I was really starting to be haunted.
i was beginning to wish that’d die.
He kept on persisting to buy his gem.
So I drew my sword and beheaded him.
By TH
Parents
Was may act so helter-skelter
But they still will give us shelter
They will always love us most
To them we offer this toast:
We admire them like a hero
They don’t treat us like a zero
They’re the ones we care for so
We should thank them, to and fro.
Sometimes we may yell and fight.
Words can really, really bite
But in the end we always say
I’m sorry that I was that way.
We know that they’re here for us.
They will always cheer for us.
We all love them such a bunch.
They sometimes even make us lunch.
So in this poem we will say,
I hope you’ll always be this way.
Think of all the things you’ve taught.
We love you an awful lot.
By TH
Shakespearean Sonnet
There once was a little boy, down the land.
He always playéd outside all day long.
But on Tuesday, his fun was ruin’d by rain.
So the little boy chose to sing a song.
Everyone heard and came to sing as well.
There were so many people and they got stuck
in the house, mom would get mad so don’t tell.
They were there for days, until the mail truck
came. They were overjoyed to be let out.
The mailman walk’d up and opened the door.
They fell upon him and all scream’d and shou
with gladness. But then it started to pour.
The years lasting rain overfilled the bay.
The boy will play again outside someday.
By PS
Butterfly
“I am like love, I go where I please,
and please where I go.” said an
unknown.
“I am like happiness, the more you chase me,
the more I will elude you,
but if you turn your attention to other
things, I will come sit softly on your
shoulder.” said another unknown.
To the caterpillar, I am the end of the
world, but at the same time, I am
the start to a new beginning.
I am the chance to start over,
To put your past behind you,
and think about your future.
I am a butterfly.
When you see me now, think of these
words, then try to be happy,
just like a bird.
Don’t worry about your past now,
think about today, this moment,
what you want to do, and how.
Think like a butterfly.
By PS
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By PS
The Poem
I am not much of a poet,
I’d much rather be dancing
and everyone knows it.
This poem needs enhancing,
but I don’t know how to make it.
So I’ll just fake it.
By LW
The Woman and The Computer
Talking with no emotion
She is a computer
Never moving the muscles in her face
Never showing how she really feels
By LW
My car tells me when I should brake
and which steering corrections to make.
A warning will shoot
from the seat to my glute,
as the car gives my butt a firm shake.
By JD
Lightening
Bright as the sun
If not brighter.
Fast as a cheetah
If not faster.
By JD
There once was a young girl named Sue.
Who hated getting the flu.
She ate an apple a day,
So her doctor would say,
“You don’t have the flu, young Sue.”
By EM
I am a light,
big and bright.
I live everywhere,
from homes to streets
giving light to everyone
anywhere.
This is my job around the world
to make it bright.
forever.
By EM
The sky is a place,
peaceful and blue,
the clouds full of grace
with the sun and the moon.
By EM
Oh poems, lovely poems
You each have your own rhythm.
You exist in couplets and tercets,
Some of you are written in sonnets.
Apostrophe and Simile
Are both very interesting to me.
The power of metaphors
Make things seem like you have never thought before.
Personification, repetition, conversation and alliteration
Have all different positions.
It expresses feelings they may be illogical, magical...
Did you guess what it is? It’s lyrical.
Onomatopoeia and assonance
Have kind of the same importance.
Stanzas, form and lines
Are not the same voices.
Quatrain
Quatrain
Quatrain
That’s a Quatrain.
I hope you enjoyed this poem
And understand its lesson.
I am a pumpkin.
I grew in a wonderful garden.
I made an excellent friend.
He is an eggplant.
The seasons have passed,
A little too fast.
But the time has come
For me to become...
A delicious soup.
By MC
through the forest where the cattails are.
20-30 wild screaming turkeys
breaking cattails
screeching
screeching
screeching
they flew off in the dull light
snowflakes were trickling down
the day was cold
the cattails crunching the turkeys screaming
still I wonder why they are there?
where will they go?
why were they spooked?
it was cold
but I seemed to forget
they just kept coming
flying so high
higher than I’ve ever seen them fly
it was stunning
and then
abruptly
suddenly
they were gone
gone
gone
By NL
Baseball Baseball is so fun.
I always hate when its done.
Baseball Baseball is not for everyone
cause the price of fun
Can hurt.
By NL
O Sweet Sweet Summer
how you whisk us away from school.
Away from all responsibility
Away from any real dedications
Nothing needed to be done
Everyone is having fun.
Nothing to do
EXCEPT
Having FUN.
By NL
Inspiration is key
To make this be easy.
So someone can be done,
And not do another poem.
The ocean can be calm and friendly.
It can be like a water park.
It could be very forgiving,
But the ocean is a raging bull,
very unpredictable.
You better watch your back,
It could be charging at you.
My teacher told us to do poems,
And to make it worse, it was two.
I didn’t know how long it would take
Or how hard it would be
For me to just do two.
However, after a while I almost figured it out.
And it was harder than I thought.
And now that I have one,
I know that I will do another,
No doubt!
By AP
Shakespearean Sonnet
There once was an old dog who loved to play.
He always ran to fetch the purple ball.
But he hated to play in the late day,
When Christopher’s shadow was very tall.
Christopher was his favorite person,
Christopher always gave him yummy treats.
When he is with Christopher, he has fun.
Christopher’s treats were made out of buckwheat,
And they never had meat inside of them,
For Joe, the dog, does not like meat inside,
But loves to include a dandelion stem
In it though. Joe is kind and will abide.
Christopher loves Joey all the way through,
And of course Joey loves Christopher, too!
By KR
Barumba Snogalog
There once was a dog named Barumba Snogalog,
Who was agog to jog through the fog.
He stepped in a bog, and slipped on a frog,
and stumbled home worried he’d be flogged.
His master was kind, and wrapped him in a tog,
Then he handed him a bristlecone log.
His favorite to gnaw,
but like a typical dog,
he chewed on his master’s new clog.
This is the story of Barumba Snagalog.
By KR
A Flower
Alone, sitting still until the wind blows,
a package of pollen that glows.
Hitching a ride on currents of air,
flying off like a bird,
a cloud in the air.
Dusting a meadow filled with flowers,
later they will grow.
Sun and rain will bring new colors,
a rainbow will appear.
By KR
There once was a feller from Mars,
Who sat down and looked at the stars
And with one dirty shoe
He stood up and threw
And got ran over by a few space cars.
By DS
Oh my golly!
What could that be?
Is that
A bat?
Dear bat please
Don’t eat me!
At least let me say good-bye,
For I am just a little fly.
By DS
W
WR
WRI
WRIT
WRITI
WRITIN
WRITING
By IY
School.
I’d rather go to the pool.
Or have some mule,
While playing pool.
While playing pool like a mule.
At the pool...?
By IY
Acting
curtain call
having a ball
That’s why I love acting
stage fright
opening night
That’s why I love acting
read through
blocking too
That’s why I love acting
take one
so fun
That’s why I love acting
By SZ
i’m free
just me
by myself
i’m just me
not under your dominion
not yours
mine
just me
Watch Me Fly
By SZ
People pushing me
I can’t do anything about it
People pouncing on
my last bits of hope
People preying on
rays of light and love
By SZ
One teacher
leans
over
to
another
and yells over the music,
“Does it have to be so loud?
And isn’t everyone supposed
to be
having fun?
No one’s smiling.”
The other replies,
“It has to be loud enough
to cover up
the sound of
hearts breaking.”
They glance over
to
that
girl
standing there,
alone,
no friends clumped around her
dancing with
no
one
suddenly
a boy sees her from across the room.
Although he could have chosen
anyone
he
chose
her.
He begins the dangerous journey
from his crowd of admirers
to that girl
standing
there
alone
She looks up from the ground
and sees him
sauntering over to
her
she is
over them?
She thinks in a panic.
He walks up and says
those five words
those measly five that can
give
a
girl
hope.
“Will you dance with me?”
By SZ
Crack an egg
Stir the butter
Break the yolk
Make it flutter
Stoke the heat
Hear it sizzle
Shake the salt
Just the drizzle
Flip it over
Just like that
Press it down
Squeeze it flat
Pop the toast
Spread the jam
Say the words--
Breakfast’s in!
By CW
Violin
A violin sings in the most beautiful voice of the world
Each note dances out into the room
With each sound it makes it is sure to turn a person out of gloom
The sound prances everywhere bringing everyone joy
It was born to let living things enjoy
To let everyone grin
That is the dancing violin.
By SZ
Shakespearean Sonnet
Oh Poetry thou are a piece of art
Thou is the Mona Lisa of writing
you are what is needed to be smart
people who have none of you are fighting.
You can be hard or you can be easy
you can be smooth or you can be choppy
you are so easy you are even brezy
you can be neat or you can be sloppy.
Oh poetry you can have Odes of Odes
you are of the most silent of the arts
you can be about anything even toads
you even helped some make the red sea parts.
Now I must say goodbye to you my friend
Ad unfortunately this poem must end.
By CB
Burgessku
By CB
I have always wondered,
What is so special about poetry?
Sure you can get away with funky grammar,
But it brings us back to why.
Why does poetry taunt me?
What makes it special?
Why am I allowed to put RanDom
Capital letters in the middle of words
Or even make up new words like xughn and plarghf?
And What does it mean to have a
Poetic licence?
I mean I didn’t even take a test
Or get a card.
And don’t get me started on the odes
I mean seriously ode this ode that.
What the heck does ode even mean?
Poetry is just writing to me,
Big diff?
Like I would actually get away with that
In an essay.
Blakf.
By CB
These poems were written by 7th grade Language Arts students in the past couple of years. I have changed names to initials, but otherwise they are as they were written. If I do say so myself, some are quite good. Many thanks to the students who were willing to share their work with me.
I’ve lived, I’ve laughed, I’ve loved
I’ve seen the gifts from above
I’ve been around the globe
I’ve seen the terrors from below
I’ve been to the highest mountain peaks
I’ve collected all I’ll ever seek
I have nothing but I’ve got all
from great heights I doth fall
to a fiery H*** with which I came
I now do forsake my name
I do give up humanity
and turn my back on the world I see
only one thought comes to mind
when I leave god rest my kind
o soccer soccer soccer
oh how i doth love thee
when i am old and feeble
to the young shall i teach thee
By JH
Ocean
How can I find a way to breathe,
Why can’t I find a place of peace?
Salt water seas and salty breeze,
Surely that’s the life for me?
Fish are swimming in the shallows,
Hungry birds are mourning shadows.
Where am I, this salty place?
The sea is where I’m at to date.
By TS
River
The waves are lapping
at the rocks,
and their shimmering
waters are churning
pools, churned by
the huge hands
of a god.
By TS
Internet
The internet is a heaven
a home away from home
the many wonderful things it does
like do research and write papers
The internet is a heaven.
By MB
ROTFL and I went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
I started to die and ROTFL cried and I asked what was the matter.
ROTFL said, “I died.” I screamed “You lie!”
and I kicked ROTFL in the nose.
The end.
By HJ
Layla
So cute and so small
Smelled sweet like the trees
I used to cradle her
‘Til she got the fleas.
By HJ
Dreams
Dreams hate the dark
Dark hates the light
Light hates to fight
Fight breaks the night
Night brings morn
Morn brings day
Day brings worn
Worn needs sleep
Sleep for dreams.
By HJ
The Fire
The fire burns,
it crackles and pops,
sparks fly,
and embers flash.
It toasts the treats,
before they meet,
the chocolate filling,
and Graham cracker sandwich.
The fire burns on,
without pause it continues,
to light up the camp site,
as it soothes everything around it.
The fire is at its Zenith,
for soon it will go south and die,
but the kindle will stay,
as its memory will live on.
By AD
The Ball
The ball bounces,
some of it rubs off,
it waits for the racket to trounce it,
as if it’s companion had coughed,
it spirals into the twine.
But once again,
like a newborn animal,
the yellow-green sphere begins its journey,
over the white tape,
and between the two menacing sets of strings.
The match will soon end,
the ball will sit,
the players will leave,
but the ball will wait,
to bounce again.
By AD
The Pillow
The pillow lies soft, warm, and nice,
lavender and goose feather scent,
made for the head of those it calms,
sending them into a deep trance,
its powers send you into a sleep,
like none other ever before,
waiting for tomorrow's morning,
is the pillow.
By AD
BAM! I hear the thunder
SLAM! I see the lightening
brighten up the night.
I run up to my bedroom
cowering in fright.
I crawl under the bedsheets
as I hear the thunder beats,
knowing if I go to sleep,
the storm will pass on.
I wake up in the morning,
and everything is drenched.
My backyard is all wet,
but I bet that today’s weather
will be better yet.
By AH
Shakespearean Sonnet #1:
9/11,
The planes that flew across the USA,
through the brilliant sunshine of that morning
were hijacked to America’s dismay,
crushed our country’s heart without a warning.
They hit the towers with a horrid force,
trapping people inside by the fires,
people screamed as the planes met their planned course,
towers turned to devastating pyres.
The towers gave after many hours,
billowing smoke as they fell to the ground.
People were crushed under the two towers,
unless they jumped or fell without a sound.
The towers did finally surrender,
billowing smoke as they crashed to the ground.
To the fall so many lives were rendered
unless they jumped or fell without a sound.
The memory of that horrific day,
A spot in history of darkest gray.
By NF
Shakespearean Sonnet #2:
Ocean
The ocean, unforgiving are its tides.
Its creatures behave in ways much the same.
The ocean with its rules they all abide,
the ocean we know will never be tame.
The ships that travel ‘cross its surface waves,
get battered and may sink beneath its depths.
The ocean has become a place with graves,
because of so many sailors’ missteps.
The ocean can also be beautiful,
a sunset above its bluest surface.
The fish swimming about as usual,
all things existing with a known purpose.
The ocean is so unpredictable,
when it’s beautiful it’s forgivable.
By NF
I love my hockey stick
It loves me back
It follows me everywhere I go
It sleeps on a rack.
I love my hockey stick
It’s oranage, not red.
And every evening,
It tucks me into bed.
By SK
Death
Dust to dust
Death, so final
Where do I go after the fall?
Seems like yesterday I was
Running, jumping and climbing.
No more.
There is no turning back.
I can see the light.
My body is still.
Today is my day to explore.
I am at peace.
By SK
Volcanoes
Gurgling and gleaming
The glowing lava slips down the mountain.
The gigantic volcano erupts
Going, going, gone.
By SK
I am a test.
I hear their moans and groans,
As the teacher announces their arrival.
Most hate me, very few like me,
But I don’t care.
I hate all of them, too.
They don’t know any of my answers.
Most of them hit me,
As they tap their pencil.
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
While they wait for the school
Bell to ring.
But if you study,
And treat me well,
Don’t you fear.
I’ll make sure
The next time I see you,
I’ll have a
BIG
RED
A.
By AP
Earth
Swish! goes the wind.
Splash! goes the water.
Sizzle! goes the fire.
These are the sounds
that make the Earth go round.
By AP
Dandelion Seeds
A Dandelion seed is a fish in the air
Not knowing its destination
but that it’s going to get there
It floats through the wind
tumbling and tossing
wishes clinging on.
By AS
Puck
Smack! The puck hits the ice.
Players push and fight
for possession.
Vroom! As it drives down the ice
toward the defensive side.
Whoosh! As it flies over the goalie’s shoulder
stick side.
into
the
net.
By AS
There once was a man named Tesla
Invented so many things.
From neon lights, to coils
He even tested wings.
Edison was a very stubborn man
He wouldn’t give up DC.
Most of his inventions were a sham,
Including “his” electricity.
Oh tree
Oh green tree
You are like a giant
So tall and fat
With your busy leaves
You make me feel so
Small.
You may be tall
But you are very slow
Inching your way to the sky.
By YW
Tissue after tissue
Slime running by
Is this really my issue
Or just another lie?
I feel the goo
Of green and yellow.
I know it’s true,
For it feels like jello.
By YW
The Fire
Glowing orange
Burning hot
Warming the room
Night after night.
I come inside and feel the heat.
The cold winter day has me quite beat.
The heater is roaring like a bear.
My mother is sitting in a chair.
And I just crash on the couch.
ZZZZZZZ...ZZZZZ...ZZZZZZ
By RK
As the light comes on, we prepare to jump.
As the light comes on, we know we may die.
We line up to go, and hear a loud bump.
We’re hit! These enemy fighters are sly.
The first trooper steps up to make the plunge.
It’s my turn to go and my nerves are shot.
I sum up my courage and make the lunge.
Oh how I wish I was back in my cot.
I am falling toward the enemy lines,
as the transport explodes right above me.
I’m lucky enough to avoid the mines.
One man does not, but I’m better off than he.
We suffered some deaths, but life must go on.
Now we will turn it over to recon.
By CR
The Seashell
I am a seashell
washed up on the beach.
All around, noises are loud.
As the tide washes ever closer,
I know I am almost home.
I feel the water close around,
and no longer feel the sand.
As I am washed away,
I know I’m home to stay.
By CR
Seasons
The first to come is thy of sweet and soft.
Which birds do sing and smile to the sun.
Now shines so bright and through the clouds it wafts.
And in the end the rain has past and done.
The second is of days so hot you’ll shy.
And in the meadows little children play.
And when it’s over you are sure to cry.
Because it’s almost time for school’s first day.
The third that comes is when leaves fall off trees.
And children dress in scary clothes at night.
And school resumes and things begin to freeze.
And the cold will surely give you a fright.
And lastly that falls is the snow filled nights.
And then the new year will take to its flight.
By IR
Bumble bee
Bumble bee oh bumble bee,
You are a mini sun.
With black stripes.
That are your tights.
And fur of a bear that stuns.
Oh bumble bee oh bumble bee
Please oh please
Don’t sting me!
By IR
I run in an open valley.
One lush and green.
I run across the river.
The sky is now serene.
I look into the water.
So deep, so blue.
But the reflection I see is not me.
It’s you.
By IR
Mistakes
Forever made.
Hard to fix.
Many are not on purpose,
Some are lies.
Some made to cover
embarrassing moments.
Never being able
to figure it out.
Making them,
watching them
being made.
Never know
what to do
when it ruins
something special.
By GN
Violin
The Violion
A beautiful instrument
with music so beautiful
like a bird singing its song.
Carved wood,
pretty as calligraphy.
Many play it,
some just listen.
By GN
The earth is teeming with unending life,
With bugs and other revolting creatures,
But sometimes we are constantly in strife,
But Earth has many other great features.
The modern days are different than the past,
The prehistoric humans were a sight,
But now we are advancing very fast,
Faster than the quick and fast speed of light.
The oceans cover the Earth vast and blue,
Don’t drink the water because it has salt.
And deep in the bedrock there lies a clue,
As to why LA has a line of fault.
The heart is our home, the Earth is our guide,
Once it was full of carbon monoxide.
By PK
The Housefly
There is a buzzing in the house,
LIke a sleeping person on helium.
Even though that housefly is a jerk,
He is still better than my spouse.
By PK
Shakespearean Sonnet
April
April dear April, oh please do come soon,
I need sweet roses and buds on the trees,
I need pure raindrops so clear and so blue,
I want cool winds, and a soft calm breeze.
April showers shall bring on May flowers,
I’ve seen them in April all in their bloom,
I know May has rain, comes for some hours,
I need tulips, nature’s perfect perfume.
Oh my dear April your cloudy blue skies,
The smell of the spring it comes in your wake,
Please don’t come back just to tell me goodbye,
Oh April, if you leave, my heart, will break.
Oh April don’t go, it means much to me,
April my dear, you must simply agree.
By LR
Where Poetry Hides
I met him that night,
When I walked through the dark,
Mist it hung with shadows everywhere in sight,
I saw him,
the mater,
the master of dreams.
Where does poetry hide?
He asked,
From where does it come?
I said I would search,
the land in my mind,
and I walked around my thoughts,
all through the night.
On roads and rivers,
meandering my mind,
I found it you see,
where poetry hides,
inside the creativity of you and me.
By LR
Dream
A gushing waterfall and a bubbly spring,
This is a place where nature loves to sing.
Enormous domed rocks that are ringed by trees,
A sunsplashed meadow cooled by the breeze.
The evening brings forth a colorful display,
The bright orange sky gives way to red rays.
I run in the meadow through a sea of flowers,
I know I must leave in just a few hours.
And suddenly there is nothing blue blue,
I start to fall there is nothing I can do.
I land in the rough and gritty sand,
And as I stand up I know I’m on land,
There is quite a sight a bright blue sea,
Inside that there is a colorful coral reef,
Parrots I see those colorful birds,
They mimic many tunes that I know I have heard,
Something quite soft is pressed to my face,
Oh but wait where, where was that place?
remember, remember, try to think,
I know i Have lost it as soon as I blink,
I am now awake and I have lost it,
It’s gone for good--lickety split.
By LR
Dare Me to Write a Sonnet (Because I Will)
Fourteen lines end with a rhyming couplet
Words all neatly lined up in one stanza
Every second line to rhyme you must get
Trying not to sound too much like Yoda.
Fifth line now and new endings introduced
Into the rhyme scheme for the next two lines
More complex poems and harder to deduce
cummings would have thought them too strict confines
Four more lines until the rhyming end now
Ten fingers tapping out the syllables
When I first started only thought was, “How?”
End now nearing fits words into labels
Dare me write a decent Shakespeare sonnet?
For you I will and put a bow on it.
By DC
Dear Math
It’s not your fault.
I’ve always worked better with words than numbers anyway.
It’s not that I have anything against you.
You’re dead useful, I’ll give you that.
It’s just, when you follow me home, it bugs me.
Wanting to draw, wanting to write,
Wanting to create
And then there’s you
I’m like an unwilling babysitter
You’ll get me into trouble if I leave you.
It’s not your fault, it’s ust your nature
It isn’t my fault if I want to ignore you sometimes?
You’re just so stuffy and tedious
All rules, and unlike grammar, you learn them to follow them
It’s not your fault, Math
I’ve just got enough problems of my own.
By DC
Rain
Water dripping off nowhere cliff
Water falling
Then ceasing
Water drenching pavement
Dribbles off
Water, freezing to the bone
Proves skin isn’t waterproff
Water distorting window glass
Like a moving sea through air
Water comes and goes in beats
Music
Water, then, is music
And all the air-fishes ptiches their colors context
All the Earth’s an ear
And wet.
By DC
You came to life one day
You took my breath away
The sun came out
I started to pout
There’s nothing left to say!
By KK
Blue
You are the color of the sky
You are the color of sadness
You make people high
And then they create madness
By KK
One day, one day
I will go
out, out
into the snow
walking, walking
to and fro.
Hello, hello
to the new world
where I can travel
wherever I please.
Travel, travel
without even a wheeze.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the old world.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the old life.
By HB
Snow
I like to go into the snow
it is so very fun.
I like to run and run around
and bound and bound and bound.
I like to be in the winter
it is so very fun.
By HB
SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day,
Is how Shakespeare began that famous poem.
I really do not have much more to say,
But I guess I will have to write some more.
Poetry is not my favorite thing,
And sometimes it just seems like a huge bore.
It makes my head hurt with a real bad sting,
So bad I may just walk right out the door.
I am sitting and writing this long thing
So I can get the max number of points
And in my head there is a droning ring
Also a sudden aching in my joints
I don’t think that there is much more to do
So now I will present this poem to you!
By CF
Guitar Pick
Oh guitar pick
You’re so tolerant.
As I pick you against the strings,
You never complain.
Even when I get mad
and throw you,
You never hurt me.
Unless I step on you.
By CF
Sir Issac Newton
Was a tootin’
An apple fell on his head,
So he invented gravity instead.
By AF
Snow to Spring
Snow,
it covers the Earth like a blanket.
Flowers,
come through and pierce it.
Sun,
hotter than the desert,
comes
and steals our blanket.
Now,
the snow is gone.
Then,
spring has sprung!
By AF
The Season of Life (Shakespearean Sonnet)
There is no month like the month known as May.
When butterflies come out and start to fly,
And People start to enjoy sunny days.
When warmth comes forth, and snow is doomed to die.
The summer begins with a dimmed down buzz.
Tis the season for barbeques run wild,
and bumble bees begin to get their fuzz.
No more must conditions be so dire.
Because people must start to go outside,
and by their mothers’ rules they must abide.
Water travels through a river,
turn the handle, and it comes hither
drink its wetness, so refreshing.
quench my thirst, as I drink it.
Use the extra to feed the leaves
of the oak tree in my pantry.
By JU
There once was a cube named Rubik
It has a shape that was cubic.
It was from Dayan
Speed cube in my hand
This was a good Rubik’s cube to pick.
By HH
I walk on this world
without a care
of anything around me
No matter who calls
I don’t hear the voice
no cries, no demands, no pleas.
I only cared about me.
Everyone is like this,
filled with sorrow and regrets.
We must have faith and happiness
and believe in ourselves
to set us free.
It is free to choose.
The world isn’t perfect,
but you can help it be.
By HH
Dark
Who knows what lies there?
I can’t see in that blue square.
What could it be?
What could be in that dark sea?
A monster green?
A hairy fiend?
The world may never know,
The dark may never show.
By HH
Fender Stratocaster
Strum it, smash it
From classic rock, to heavy metal
Turn it up
Kick the pedal
Max volume
Min reverb
Works for every tune.
Razzles
Razzles are delicious
They are candy that turns
to
gum
Razzles come in six flavors
and are generally fun!
By AH
Oh dog,
you play,
and run,
and jump.
If I give you a treat
you might do a stunt.
By JA
Clouds
Clouds are like cotton candy
because they are so sweet and dandy.
They float in the breeze
and look like anything you please:
a flower
a bug
a tower
a shrub.
Endless possibilities.
By JA
Doofus the Hen
Doofus is a big fat hen.
He lives in a old fox den.
He doesn’t like the stench:
It makes his teeth clench.
His life was pretty boring.
It mostly consisted of snoring.
But once, he strangely awoke
to find himself a bicycle spoke!
By KM
The Mortifying Cascade of Red-hots
It was your average day at the coal mine
When a bunch of bats flew straight out.
Something bad must’ve happened!
Someone heard a shout...
Run! Run! Run!
Like a crazy wren!
What’s that big red wave?
Just hurry towards the glen!
Wait, are those red-hots?
OMG! They are!
I should get myself some!
Whoops, I stepped in tar!
Help! I’m stuck in this pit!
I’m practically a fossil!
Red-hots are attacking!
This disaster is colossal...
Oh Noes! It’s here!
I’m nearly gonna drown!
Wait a second, what?
This was planned by you clowns?
This was all a prank? How could you!
I’m quitting this job, I don’t get a good pay.
Wait, you say I get to keep all the red-hots?
Fine, I’ll stay...
By KM
Life is like...
Life is like a hot bath,
It feels nice while you’re in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get.
Life is like a cherry soda,
Once you get to the good stuff, the fizz is gone.
Life is like a turkey,
No matter how you cut it, it’s still a turkey.
Life is like wine & cheese,
The older it gets, the better it is.
Life is like bread,
Until you do something with it, it just loafs about. (I c wut u did thar...)
Life is what you make of it,
So do the best you can.
By KM
Plastic Insanity
Higgledy piggledy,
Plastic insanity,
Two million tons of it,
Please no profanity.
Luckily, all of it’s
Biodegradable,
So it will rot away,
“Green” is achievable!
By KM
Leaves/Trees
Beginning with autumn,
The leaves turn gold, orange, and red.
They lazily drift to the ground,
No hurry for the winter.
They lay in piles under the tree,
With the branches bare.
I wonder how they do when old.
Winter comes round,
and all the leaves are
under the snow and rotting,
Helping the ground for next year.
Finally, after the sun
decides to stay a while longer,
leaves grow back,
new, green, and fresh,
help the tree regain its strength.
Finally, the air gets hotter,
summer rolls in.
The trees take insun from longest days,
shade for us,
sun for them,
this is the way
so far
it is.
By AT
Random Poem
Dear clothing,
Thanks.
By AT
Lake Michigan
On my beaches, people make
sand castles, pits, and sandy cake.
On my beaches, children play
morning to evening, day by day.
On my beaches, some collect
specific stones, I suspect.
On my beaches, people forget,
just how much everyday they fret.
On my beaches, as quiet as a mouse,
some wish to own a house.
On my beaches, time slows down,
and people soon have to leave my town,
I am Lake Michigan,
tourists I get.
But I’ll always be here.
Don’t you forget!
By AT
The Annoying Seller (Shakespearean Sonnets)
When I was walking I saw a seller
He came forward with items so many
He asked me how I was, I said steller
He inquir’d if I could spare a penny.
I said, “I don’t have a need for your goods.”
But he persisted to try and sell them.
I turned to leave him and go to the woods.
But he stopped me and pulle out a large gem.
He said I could buy it if I wanted,
I really was starting to hate this guy.
I was really starting to be haunted.
i was beginning to wish that’d die.
He kept on persisting to buy his gem.
So I drew my sword and beheaded him.
By TH
Parents
Was may act so helter-skelter
But they still will give us shelter
They will always love us most
To them we offer this toast:
We admire them like a hero
They don’t treat us like a zero
They’re the ones we care for so
We should thank them, to and fro.
Sometimes we may yell and fight.
Words can really, really bite
But in the end we always say
I’m sorry that I was that way.
We know that they’re here for us.
They will always cheer for us.
We all love them such a bunch.
They sometimes even make us lunch.
So in this poem we will say,
I hope you’ll always be this way.
Think of all the things you’ve taught.
We love you an awful lot.
By TH
Shakespearean Sonnet
There once was a little boy, down the land.
He always playéd outside all day long.
But on Tuesday, his fun was ruin’d by rain.
So the little boy chose to sing a song.
Everyone heard and came to sing as well.
There were so many people and they got stuck
in the house, mom would get mad so don’t tell.
They were there for days, until the mail truck
came. They were overjoyed to be let out.
The mailman walk’d up and opened the door.
They fell upon him and all scream’d and shou
with gladness. But then it started to pour.
The years lasting rain overfilled the bay.
The boy will play again outside someday.
By PS
Butterfly
“I am like love, I go where I please,
and please where I go.” said an
unknown.
“I am like happiness, the more you chase me,
the more I will elude you,
but if you turn your attention to other
things, I will come sit softly on your
shoulder.” said another unknown.
To the caterpillar, I am the end of the
world, but at the same time, I am
the start to a new beginning.
I am the chance to start over,
To put your past behind you,
and think about your future.
I am a butterfly.
When you see me now, think of these
words, then try to be happy,
just like a bird.
Don’t worry about your past now,
think about today, this moment,
what you want to do, and how.
Think like a butterfly.
By PS
F-I-R-E-F-L-I-E-S
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By PS
The Poem
I am not much of a poet,
I’d much rather be dancing
and everyone knows it.
This poem needs enhancing,
but I don’t know how to make it.
So I’ll just fake it.
By LW
The Woman and The Computer
Talking with no emotion
She is a computer
Never moving the muscles in her face
Never showing how she really feels
By LW
My car tells me when I should brake
and which steering corrections to make.
A warning will shoot
from the seat to my glute,
as the car gives my butt a firm shake.
By JD
Lightening
Bright as the sun
If not brighter.
Fast as a cheetah
If not faster.
By JD
There once was a young girl named Sue.
Who hated getting the flu.
She ate an apple a day,
So her doctor would say,
“You don’t have the flu, young Sue.”
By EM
I am a light,
big and bright.
I live everywhere,
from homes to streets
giving light to everyone
anywhere.
This is my job around the world
to make it bright.
forever.
By EM
The sky is a place,
peaceful and blue,
the clouds full of grace
with the sun and the moon.
By EM
Oh poems, lovely poems
You each have your own rhythm.
You exist in couplets and tercets,
Some of you are written in sonnets.
Apostrophe and Simile
Are both very interesting to me.
The power of metaphors
Make things seem like you have never thought before.
Personification, repetition, conversation and alliteration
Have all different positions.
It expresses feelings they may be illogical, magical...
Did you guess what it is? It’s lyrical.
Onomatopoeia and assonance
Have kind of the same importance.
Stanzas, form and lines
Are not the same voices.
Quatrain
Quatrain
Quatrain
That’s a Quatrain.
I hope you enjoyed this poem
And understand its lesson.
I am a pumpkin.
I grew in a wonderful garden.
I made an excellent friend.
He is an eggplant.
The seasons have passed,
A little too fast.
But the time has come
For me to become...
A delicious soup.
By MC
through the forest where the cattails are.
20-30 wild screaming turkeys
breaking cattails
screeching
screeching
screeching
they flew off in the dull light
snowflakes were trickling down
the day was cold
the cattails crunching the turkeys screaming
still I wonder why they are there?
where will they go?
why were they spooked?
it was cold
but I seemed to forget
they just kept coming
flying so high
higher than I’ve ever seen them fly
it was stunning
and then
abruptly
suddenly
they were gone
gone
gone
By NL
Baseball Baseball is so fun.
I always hate when its done.
Baseball Baseball is not for everyone
cause the price of fun
Can hurt.
By NL
O Sweet Sweet Summer
how you whisk us away from school.
Away from all responsibility
Away from any real dedications
Nothing needed to be done
Everyone is having fun.
Nothing to do
EXCEPT
Having FUN.
By NL
Inspiration is key
To make this be easy.
So someone can be done,
And not do another poem.
The ocean can be calm and friendly.
It can be like a water park.
It could be very forgiving,
But the ocean is a raging bull,
very unpredictable.
You better watch your back,
It could be charging at you.
My teacher told us to do poems,
And to make it worse, it was two.
I didn’t know how long it would take
Or how hard it would be
For me to just do two.
However, after a while I almost figured it out.
And it was harder than I thought.
And now that I have one,
I know that I will do another,
No doubt!
By AP
Shakespearean Sonnet
There once was an old dog who loved to play.
He always ran to fetch the purple ball.
But he hated to play in the late day,
When Christopher’s shadow was very tall.
Christopher was his favorite person,
Christopher always gave him yummy treats.
When he is with Christopher, he has fun.
Christopher’s treats were made out of buckwheat,
And they never had meat inside of them,
For Joe, the dog, does not like meat inside,
But loves to include a dandelion stem
In it though. Joe is kind and will abide.
Christopher loves Joey all the way through,
And of course Joey loves Christopher, too!
By KR
Barumba Snogalog
There once was a dog named Barumba Snogalog,
Who was agog to jog through the fog.
He stepped in a bog, and slipped on a frog,
and stumbled home worried he’d be flogged.
His master was kind, and wrapped him in a tog,
Then he handed him a bristlecone log.
His favorite to gnaw,
but like a typical dog,
he chewed on his master’s new clog.
This is the story of Barumba Snagalog.
By KR
A Flower
Alone, sitting still until the wind blows,
a package of pollen that glows.
Hitching a ride on currents of air,
flying off like a bird,
a cloud in the air.
Dusting a meadow filled with flowers,
later they will grow.
Sun and rain will bring new colors,
a rainbow will appear.
By KR
There once was a feller from Mars,
Who sat down and looked at the stars
And with one dirty shoe
He stood up and threw
And got ran over by a few space cars.
By DS
Oh my golly!
What could that be?
Is that
A bat?
Dear bat please
Don’t eat me!
At least let me say good-bye,
For I am just a little fly.
By DS
W
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WRI
WRIT
WRITI
WRITIN
WRITING
By IY
School.
I’d rather go to the pool.
Or have some mule,
While playing pool.
While playing pool like a mule.
At the pool...?
By IY
Acting
curtain call
having a ball
That’s why I love acting
stage fright
opening night
That’s why I love acting
read through
blocking too
That’s why I love acting
take one
so fun
That’s why I love acting
By SZ
Watch Me Fly
Watch Me Fly
i’m not yours anymorei’m free
just me
by myself
i’m just me
not under your dominion
not yours
mine
just me
Watch Me Fly
By SZ
People pushing me
I can’t do anything about it
People pouncing on
my last bits of hope
People preying on
rays of light and love
By SZ
One teacher
leans
over
to
another
and yells over the music,
“Does it have to be so loud?
And isn’t everyone supposed
to be
having fun?
No one’s smiling.”
The other replies,
“It has to be loud enough
to cover up
the sound of
hearts breaking.”
They glance over
to
that
girl
standing there,
alone,
no friends clumped around her
dancing with
no
one
suddenly
a boy sees her from across the room.
Although he could have chosen
anyone
he
chose
her.
He begins the dangerous journey
from his crowd of admirers
to that girl
standing
there
alone
She looks up from the ground
and sees him
sauntering over to
her
she is
speechless.
Why would anyone choose meover them?
She thinks in a panic.
He walks up and says
those five words
those measly five that can
give
a
girl
hope.
“Will you dance with me?”
By SZ
Crack an egg
Stir the butter
Break the yolk
Make it flutter
Stoke the heat
Hear it sizzle
Shake the salt
Just the drizzle
Flip it over
Just like that
Press it down
Squeeze it flat
Pop the toast
Spread the jam
Say the words--
Breakfast’s in!
By CW
Violin
A violin sings in the most beautiful voice of the world
Each note dances out into the room
With each sound it makes it is sure to turn a person out of gloom
The sound prances everywhere bringing everyone joy
It was born to let living things enjoy
To let everyone grin
That is the dancing violin.
By SZ
Shakespearean Sonnet
Oh Poetry thou are a piece of art
Thou is the Mona Lisa of writing
you are what is needed to be smart
people who have none of you are fighting.
You can be hard or you can be easy
you can be smooth or you can be choppy
you are so easy you are even brezy
you can be neat or you can be sloppy.
Oh poetry you can have Odes of Odes
you are of the most silent of the arts
you can be about anything even toads
you even helped some make the red sea parts.
Now I must say goodbye to you my friend
Ad unfortunately this poem must end.
By CB
Burgessku
There
once
was a
cat that ate
a mouse computer.
He said that it tasted like chicken pie.
He said that it tasted like chicken pie.
He said that it filled him up, yum yumity yum.
By CB
I have always wondered,
What is so special about poetry?
Sure you can get away with funky grammar,
But it brings us back to why.
Why does poetry taunt me?
What makes it special?
Why am I allowed to put RanDom
Capital letters in the middle of words
Or even make up new words like xughn and plarghf?
And What does it mean to have a
Poetic licence?
I mean I didn’t even take a test
Or get a card.
And don’t get me started on the odes
I mean seriously ode this ode that.
What the heck does ode even mean?
Poetry is just writing to me,
Big diff?
Like I would actually get away with that
In an essay.
Blakf.
By CB
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