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May 2013


Held in the loving hands of a mother,
you feel security,
you feel warmth.
You feel a comfort so deep you could sleep your problems away.

The careful hands of a young lover
caress you,
explore you,
Tenderly whisper across your skin.

Clammy hands of a working woman
will crawl across a keyboard,
will slave over a hot stove,
will work until they’re raw.

Now your grown hands
hold . . . → Read More: May 2013

May 2013

If I ruled the world

If I ruled the world
I’d cancel country music.
And hating words
And also
Girls who betray.

If I ruled the world
There would be no labeling others.
Or back-handed complements
Or judging
The way we are.

If I ruled the world
There wouldn’t be lonely
Only alone.
There wouldn’t be scales
Weight wouldn’t matter.
There would be no “disorganized”
Or “ugly”
Or “insignificant,”
We would all matter
If I ruled . . . → Read More: May 2013

May 2013

The Pickle Monster

The Pickle Monster,
Tall and thin,
With eyes like slits
And a creepy grin.

The Pickle Monster,
Scary and wild,
Frightens every
Innocent child.

The Pickle Monster,
Seeds of steel,
Eyes like ice,
Of course he’s real!

The Pickle Monster,
Green and lumpy.
I do admit,
He’s rather grumpy.

The Pickle Monster,
You’d better watch out!
Yes, he’s a freak,
Without a doubt.

© 2013 Karolina B.
Field Elementary
Niles, . . . → Read More: May 2013

May 2013

Today I Met Two Poets

Today I met two poets, funny, bold, and strong.
I learned from them that all you need
Is a poem and a song.
I came to this website with lots of hope and . . . → Read More: May 2013

April 2013

Cherry Blossom Tree

Under the ground,
Through the earth,
Towards the sky;
During spring,
In the rain and wind,
Under the sun,
Behind a field,
Grows a beautiful cherry blossom tree.

(c) 2013 Lena S.
Commack High School
Commack . . . → Read More: April 2013

April 2013

State of Mind
By Kaylee M.

There’s this place I go in my head sometimes
When I try to focus and someone’s talking
I just lose myself in my own mind
And I disappear
I become nothing … I become nobody
I float around in the air
You can hear my voice echo in the wind
My laughter coming down with the rain
My tears . . . → Read More: April 2013

April 2013


Crunch! Crunch! I look beneath my feet. The dry old leaves look at me. The fiery colors around them seem to have fallen off. Swish! Swish! In the evening air. I look around me it’s so bare. Slowly, when the illuminous moon snatches the sun, I watch the gentle giant bow down to me. I . . . → Read More: April 2013

April 2013

Fish, fish in a dish.
Fish, fish can you wish?
Fish wish in a dish!!

(c) 2013 Bridget B.
Ferguson Elementary School
League City . . . → Read More: April 2013

March 2013

A Withering Flower


What am I but a sorrowful grin
Living life at last
But what have I…
A fish monger, a bird, or even a flower

My Heart yearns to stop
As though my life is not cherished
I am the unseen, the forgotten, the dead
I am just a shadow in your eyes


All dressed and pressed to impress no other
With only a . . . → Read More: March 2013

March 2013

Poetry alive

Poetry is alive
With its snapping jaws and roaring breath.
Poetry dances
With power in each step
Shaking the ground
In a never ending rhythm.
Poetry glides across the floor
With such grace and elegance
Not even the best dancer can look down upon it.
Poetry is happy
Yet sad
Poetry is alive
Yet so still and lifeless on paper
waiting to be read
Poetry is always waiting
Standing there, . . . → Read More: March 2013