Sometimes we write something and we're not sure what it's about, and only later do we realize what it's all about. Can you tell what the deeper meaning is to this poem? Going Going where? Oh where! Just seeing you there, Standing there, all alone, looking at your phone Not knowing where you were What you were Who you were! Not knowing what anything is Not knowing what air is, What trees are, what life is. What dogs are, Cats, geese, mouse, Who I am What this is Not knowing where to go Going where? Oh where!
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The speaker in this poem by 8th grader Campbell C. is having a conversation with themselves, trying to figure out why they feel the way they feel. In the end, they find it easier to just go to sleep. Have you ever felt that way? (reminder: the poet is not always the same as the speaker in a poem!)
SLEEP Keep it safe, don’t pose a threat Relax, everything that’s wrong is kept Keep your mouth shut, never to say a word If you do these things maybe you won’t be heard Yet again, your mind has its ways It makes you think of your terrible days What went wrong then Things you don’t want to happen again. It makes you confused Everything you did wrong The actions you would had made That would’ve fixed your broken song I'm probably the only one who gets confused Days on end without a clue I shut out the world and concentrate Sit there and just wait Wait for time when it’s all done Go home and sleep when the day is gone I don’t even know where to start Talking about my Mimi’s little fart Trust me, It’s not what you think So sit down; want a drink?
Here, I got you some wine to begin, the fart is a feline If he gets hungry he starts to meow And if you don’t feed him, he’ll hit you with a POW! 7th grade Nathaniel D sent in this scene that sounds like a description right out of a book. Great writing, Nate! A tender breeze wafted through leaves brighter than jades, providing an otherworldly whisper that echoed off the many limbs of each tree. On a dull, riverside rock turned golden by the rays of the sun, a lark sang a gentle melody complimented by the steady rush of a spring river. Despite the mingling of sunlight and shade, the water remained clear, true to its rhythm and color. Like oiled glass, it could be seen through without any flaws, revealing exotic fish with jeweled scales and various additions to their heads and tails.
Tangled underbrush brighter than the leaves above stopped at the river, yet it swarmed through the forest with an uncanny glee. Enriched with a vibrant assortment of flowers, a blanket of darkness was spread across the lands. Constellations appeared, enlightening the lands below with a distinctive mystique. Countless flowers of a creamy color opened up, revealing beautiful throats that welcomed the cool embrace of the night. As a day set and a day dawned, light coated the land once more. Check out these two poems by first-time submitter Luke B. Thanks for sending in your poems and keep up the great work!
Winter weather makes this a welcome addition to the OHWP. Thanks to 6th grader Kiri O for this fine submission! On a nice sunny day I see In a rock Thousands of tiny little sea shells Just a remnant of what they used to be A shell Smooth, tiny and brown They feel cool against my skin I grab as many as I can On the ground I see more But these were alabaster white A fine bumpy texture That felt like a massage on my finger tips I stuff at least five in to my pockets I see in the sand Pebbles that looked a bit irregular I look closer And to my joy More seashell Small smooth and pink, I grab a few of them And listen to the sounds They make when I shake them in my Closed hands Then I go home Beyond the Nest In my front yard A giant oak stands Its branches all twisted Forking into smaller strands And resting in the middle On a bed of woven leaves Is a tiny little bird nest Where a tiny bird grieves For tomorrow is the day When it has to leave the nest Kept awake by many worries It can’t get a wink of rest When it finally shuts its eyes And tucks its head into its wing It is woken in the morning When its mother starts to sing Then the other birds start joining In the tweeted goodbye song Till’ it echoes through streets And carries long and clear and strong The tiny bird spreads out its wings And then away it flies Its family’s song still in its ears As it caws one last goodbye Soon after that it found a tree And built itself a home Next to the one where it once lived Because why be alone? Privilege is a difficult topic to cover for anyone, let alone a 7th grader. But Nate has done a wonderful job at broaching this tricky subject with the poem below. Impressed? Confused? Want to know more? Post comments & questions below!
Birthright To dwell on the prominence Of some white men Is a mistake In this culture. To be? Listened to Acknowledged Is a cherished feeling That everyone deserves. Or not to be? Heard But what you learned Was of their privilege From birthright. Yet with acknowledgement And equality Anyone Can succeed In fighting prejudice. A wave of deep gray collides with bright, lively, blue a heavy mattress of rain flattens soaked grass and hair alike the shrieks filling the air are stunned into silence replaced by the colossal angry yelling the thundering voice of the clouds people run for cover as a spear of crackling energy arcs down from above a tree comes down with a sickening crash its trunk reduced to splinters it takes down two of its kind in the fall launching panicked squirrels into the chaos of the streets a deafening silence heard for miles as dim spotlights loosen the knotted clouds illuminating the welcome world |
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