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April 2017

Words are Deep

Words, they cut like a knife
You never know what they can do
They can take your life from you

It comes like a trigger from a loaded gun
lots of damage can be done
so be careful, and watch out
for words are deep and they are loud

they come at you crystal clear
and you never know
what you will fear
Words…are…deep

© 2017 Kylie D.
Waynesville High School
Waynesville, MO
Grade 9

April 2017

Goodbye Mom

I wish for nothing more
Than just one more day
I would give it all
Just to hear you say

Do you homework!
Clean your room!
Put away the laundry!
Eat with your spoon!

The least I could have done
Was give you the time of day
But I thought it uncool
And pushed you away

You tucked me into bed
Then left my room
The last time I ever saw you
You left this world too soon

Something changed that day
Something deep inside
As you were laid in the ground
You weren’t the only one who died

You don’t realize how much
You love a person
Until they’re gone

I’ve been walking around
For the past year
Hollow, feeling empty
Devoid of any cheer

I can’t do it anymore
I’m just a shadow
Of the person I used to be

We all need to say goodbye
Sooner or later

My heart
Needs to be whole again

And now
Standing by your grave
Looking at your gravestone
Onto which is engraved

“Love lives on
Sleep to eternity
A free spirit
Precious are your memories”

I know you’re up there
Next to the sun and the moon
Don’t worry
I’ll get up there soon

Goodbye Mom

© 2017 Layla M.
The Kaust School
Jeddah, Saudi Arabia
Grade 8

April 2017

My Little Bubble

Once I got some bubbly soap.
My first bubble looked like a very long rope.
Then I blew a very small bubble!

I jumped for joy when I blew,
it nearly popped on my shoe.
It almost flew way too high,
my bubble looked like it was shy.

“For goodness SAKES!” I said to myself.
“You could have popped on the shelf!”
Then I gently blew it to some meat.
My bubble couldn’t talk but surely wanted to eat.

The next day I went to check on it,
he was not floating over the necklace kit.
It had popped when I turned away,
But I blow a similar bubble every single day!

© 2017 Naomi S.
Parnassus Preparatory School
Maple Grove, MN
Grade 3

April 2017

The Coconut

Once I met a coconut
He said his name was Flea.
Then he told me his story
And it was a very sad one indeed.
“One day I forgot I was in a tree
So I started dancing
And oh, woe was me!
I fell right out of that tree
And came splashing down into the sea.”

© 2017 Thea G.
Jackson Elementary School
Jackson, WY
Grade 2

March 2017

Sandwhitches

Roast beef, salami, lunch meat
The wonders
Savory, tasteful, waterfalls of drool
One bite
Two bites
Cheese melting in my mouth
Or was it melted before?
One may never know
Peanutbutter
Jelly
Grape jelly be jumin’ to be exact
Don’t Discriminate
Sandwhitches come in all shapes and sizes
Circular, round, triangular, octangle
I love them all
Mysterious and magical
Creative as could be
Sandwhitches, How I love thee

© 2017 Alexanda B.
Springville Griffith Institute
Springville, NY
Grade 11

March 2017

The Polar Poem

I awoke to the sounds of a roar.
So loud and fierce,
yet so … beautiful.
I looked out my window and wiped away the frost,
but only then did I find a blinding sight.
It huffed and puffed,
fogging up everything in its path.
I rushed outside to get a glimpse,
but it stopped …
when it arrived at my house.
Someone rang a bell
as if they were telling me to come aboard.
Every crunch,
every step in the snow,
a faint shadow drew closer and closer.
I stepped on in.
Smells of hot cocoa wafted past my nose.
I was ready for what adventure this would bring.
The monster started to take off,
and I took off with it.
We went faster than a cheetah,
racing over mountains and under tunnels.
I was enjoying everything too much when it started to move
slower
and slower
and slower.
I stepped out
only to find a jolly good man staring at me.
He left out his hand,
but he then stepped closer towards me,
like he wanted me to take something.
He opened his hand
and there laid a shiny golden bell.
I carefully put it in my pocket,
as if it were a rare gem.

When I awoke the next morning,
the bell was no longer there.
Tears dripped down my cheeks
like a waterfall.
For it wasn’t until I looked under the tree that I found a small striped box.
And there laid the bell,
still as shiny and beautiful.
I rang it in my ear.
It was the smoothest sound ever.
That is the one night I’ll never forget,
the night on The Polar Express.

© 2017 Ellen W.
Chattanooga High School Center for Creative Arts
Chattanooga, TN
Grade 6

March 2017

Ugh! What to do!
The teachers yakking on and on
’bout the teachers sailing to somewhere called Oman?

Lunch and recess is years away
What’s the answer?
I don’t know what to say!

NOW the teacher’s talking about
Queen Elizabeth and her paper route.

I THINK I’m getting my history right.
But I’m NOT doing it with all my might.

Christopher Columbus was a famous pop singer
Sacajawea led George Washington across China
And the Wright Brothers invented electricity.

I think …

© 2017 Emma G.
Clear Lake City Elementary
Houston, TX
Grade 5

March 2017

Bunnies

Bunnies can be fluffy,
Bunnies can be soft,
Bunnies can be small,
Bunnies can be big,
Bunnies are the best,
I love bunnies!

Bunnies can be cute,
Bunnies can be tall,
Bunnies can be short,
I love bunnies!

© 2017 Dahlia R.
Clear Lake City Elementary
Clear Lake City, TX
Grade 2

February 2017

Memories Of His Mother

His memories of his real mother he could perhaps count on one hand.

One to when he was just a baby, holding her thumb as if he let go, the world would go crashing down.

The rest were to the countless times he found her on the floor like a dead body, but she was breathing slowly like a slow motion movie.

Until the last time, the last time is when the slow motion movie ended.

Now he sits looking back at memories that triggered him like drugs triggering his mother.

Now he sits in his new room.

Now he has a new family of a different life style.

© 2017 Julie M.
Camden Central High School
Camden, TN
Grade 11

February 2017

Lunar Peace

The sun was quickly disappearing
As the moon rises to take its place
As the new King in the sky

It white light finds its way down from the heavens
And lights up the field I was in
Basking it in a white hue

All the stars could be seen from the ground
Twinkling and blinking
Forming different shapes in the sky

The crickets started to make a low humming sound
While somewhere faraway
A coyote howls

I can’t help but think and take in
The beauty of everything around me
From the wise bright moon smiling down at me
To the breeze making the leaves fall to the ground

I felt like I finally belonged somewhere

© 2017 Thrisha M.
Center for Creative Arts
Chattanooga, TN
Grade 8