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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 your children,
feed your children,
raise them like you were once raised.

Withered old hands are
delicate as a flower’s petals,
fragile as a bird’s wings,
but loving as they always were.

And finally,
in the cool grip of death,
you feel

© 2013 Eliza G.
Commack High School
Commack, NY
Grade 9

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 the world.

If I ruled the world
Poetry would be revered
Creativity would be “cool”
There would be no grades
And a person
Who was socially awkward
And had too many names
And misplaced papers
And made mistakes
And forgot
Would still be allowed
To rule the

© 2013 Paige D.
Burlington Day School
Elon, NC
Grade 7

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, IL
Grade 4

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 glee,
Hoping you will take my poem so thoughtfully.
I’m saying this with all my heart,
Hoping you will keep my poem from the start.

© 2013 Brianna H.
Vanderlyn Elementary School
Dunwoody, GA
Grade 2

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 NY
Grade 10

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 accumulating in the snow
My anger setting in the summer sun
I become the world
I lose myself completely
And I never want to come back
In my trance
I’m always warm and never cold
I’m always happy and never sad
I’m always free and never caged
I can actually breathe there
In my state of mind
Lost in some enchanted place
Becoming everything around me
Becoming everyone around me
Getting trapped in their hearts
Getting lost in their minds
Never having to be alone

(c) 2013 Kaylee M.
DeLong Middle School
Eau Claire WI
Grade 7

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 look up to see its crazy hair, no color. I swiftly climb the giants back and sit on the shoulder. When I hear my name being called, I jump off, say goodbye, and trudge off into the misty woods.

(c) 2013 Jai G.
Palm Lake Elementary School
Orlando FL
Grade 4

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 TX
Grade K

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 smile and a few odd flowers
Without the crowd gathering ‘round
My feet move forward, barely on the ground

With the sweet whisper in the air
Emotions of love, fear, and anxiety come clear
My body aches beneath you
Waiting for the one and only, that one’s kiss to clutch

My breath catches, my tears fall
Our shadows are one amongst them all
I used to fear what others would say
But no more, no more today

Now here I sit forty years later
The voice of others are all but a whisper
Through thick and thin we carried together
And even though my one is gone, we shall always love forever


What else is this love of mine
For I am sure it is true
Like a rolling hill or a winding river
What else is this love of mine, but for you

As pleasant as nature and dark as death
My love for you is a withering flower
Only a heart beat and the warmth of your body…
You offered me

What do I have to offer but my love
Alone and swollen is my heart as it aches
Your torture, your death
What else is this love of mine, but a withering flower

© 2013 Matt M.
Sequoyah High School
Madisonville, TN
Grade 12

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, in the corner
Waiting for the right moment to

© 2013 Claudia Z.
International School of Beijing
Beijing, China
Grade 6