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January 2012

Snow

I look outside,
and see nothing but a cloud,
and a blanket out on the street,
white and untouched.
Looking inside I see the same blanket,
but not like the one outside,
for this one is warm, and has been worn, and torn.
As for the one outside is the same.
I go outside, and as far as I can see,
the same outside blanket . . . → Read More: January 2012

January 2012

Captain Hook must remember
Not to scratch his toes.
Captain Hook must watch out
And never pick his nose.
Captain Hook must be gentle
When he shakes your hand.
Captain Hook must be careful
Openin’ sardine cans
And playing tag and pouring tea
And turnin’ pages of his book.
Lots of folks I’m glad I ain’t–
But mostly Captain Hook!

-Shel Silverstein, Where The . . . → Read More: January 2012

January 2012

You do lots of fun rhymes.
At many fun times.
If it’s so very fun,
do it in the sun.
You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.
It’s is just lots of fun to do.
It’s fun to do poetry.

(c) 2012 Erin R.
Brookwood Elementary
Houston, . . . → Read More: January 2012

December 2011

I give up on life
and I will never say…
hope will find me
I know that
somehow
the world will be free of love
and never will
destruction stop
I believe I can make
war happen
never will
I say
peace for all

NOW… READING EACH VERSE UP (BOTTOM TO TOP)

peace for all
I say
never will
war happen
I believe I can make
destruction stop
and never will
the world be free of love
somehow
I . . . → Read More: December 2011

December 2011

Dear Santa,

I was truly good this year,
yet you think I am a villian.
But I think you have been watching
My naughty twin…Dylan!Yes,Dylan.

Remember when he shoved
our cousinin in that bin?
He was stuck in there for hours.
Yes, that was my twin.

Remember the day
that he layed a pin,
on the teachers chair?
Yes, that was my twin.

Remember when he gave
that wide, wide . . . → Read More: December 2011

December 2011

Beyond the Desperate Cries
(A tribute to those who suffered because of the earthquake in Japan)

doves
had hearts that were once set aglow
by the dancing flames
of winter’s eternal fire.
now they have finally been burned.
with scarred wings,
they fly in shame.

snow
was the melodic music
the Gods once chanted.
a lullaby to the Earth.
but now the black of the unforgiving night
has spread . . . → Read More: December 2011

December 2011

Why Don’t You Speak Your Mother Tongue?

We were both leaves from the same sycamore tree
The willows were the freshest shade of green
We’d watch the sun peek through the curtains of dawn
Do you remember all the golden mountaintops we’ve seen?

I memorized the latitude and the longitude of that light
It always guided me back home before
You were my . . . → Read More: December 2011

November 2011

My Darling’s Fallen Rose

The Northern Wind comes riding down as a breeze,
O’er the hills and the stormy seas.
Past feathery clouds and mountain tops it blows,
To the field of the fallen rose.

Here you see endless miles of blue summer sky,
Here the grass sways like a lullaby.
It is here where my love and I came to be,
Right under . . . → Read More: November 2011

November 2011

SHYVANA THE HALF DRAGON

Shyvana’s reign
begins on the summers blaze

She sets aflame
all over the terrain

But the fire dulls
as autumn falls

As winter comes
away goes the sun

Fire becomes ice
a blistering freeze that tears the limb

The blinding light shinning upon the snow in which the Noxians fear to go

Enemies of Demacia will perish
for they can lose all they cherish

Beware . . . → Read More: November 2011

November 2011

With shivers and rustles
wind ruffled leaves scuttle down the gutters
wander down the sidewalk
tumble on brown lawns
bunch under trees
grieving for summer
with gasps and sighs
with crackling they say their goodbyes

(c) 2011 Sariah
Castleton Elementary School
Castleton-on-Hudson, . . . → Read More: November 2011