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This fantastic poem by 8th grader Spartacus is full of interesting imagery, sound devices and figurative language. Also, it reminds me of summer, which is never a bad thing. Cicada Cicada Why the wailing, why the gnawing? Of violin screeching, of music leeching gone Gone for summer Gone for a month No one heard No burden on shoulders In dirt you sleep In daybreak you fly To tune the humid way To tune the musical Breeze Cicada Cicada Why the wait? Why the silence To hear the music play To those wings of yours Loud and everywhere Loud and soothing To warm the summer To warm the breeze Sophie is back with another intriguing poem, this time about faith. Read, enjoy, and comment with your praise, criticism or questions. Soul
This land is full. Up to the top. But what is if life without your soul the same? If your soul is empty, you have no faith. Faith. Many reasons why it’s spilling out the top with certainty “I am very certain” Faith. What does it really mean? Jesus? Allah? Ahah! You don’t know. You aren’t certain. But you still have faith. This isn't exactly a poem, but it is certainly poetic. Great job, Lauren!
It floods through your body like water. Makes your face feel warm and makes your lips curl into an unseeable smile. It brings back memories and makes your breathing quicken. It starts as joy and sadness, and then turns into swirling happiness- you want to savor it and keep it forever. You lift your eyes and look around the room and you see everything, and your lips open, you smile, and your heart gets a tingling feeling too. You see your friends and you feel good, you see your enemies and you feel good. Then it turns into a feeling of wonder, thankfulness, and sadness. But it’s not sadness, it’s excitement and nostalgia. It’s joy. You can't close your eyes while you read this poem, but it will transport you to the beach. Thanks for sharing, Molly! I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore refusing to give into the unforgiving chill of the sea the quiet chaos of the big blue ocean toes in the sand My hear belongs at the beach I love seashell collecting, the long walks along the shore the ocean just a whisper, lovely but chaotic, beautifully dangerous My heart belongs at the beach I love the chill of the ocean just barely grazing my knees the warm caress of the summer breeze in my hair My heart belongs at the beach I love the warm sand covering my feet like a blanket protecting me from the real world My heart belongs at the beach The cool weather makes this poem more welcome than ever. Great work, Lucy!
The Seasons by Lucy H Winter Cold, Icy Snowing, Hailing, Temperatures falling Covered in frost Season of the cold Spring Colorful, Fresh Waking, Blooming, Warming up The vegetation is lush and healthy Season of budding Summer Warm, Sunny Sizzling, Steaming, Growing Baking in the sun Season of warmth Autumn Flame-colored, Cool Leaves falling, Colors fading, Winds blowing Orange leaves tumbling from trees Season of descent Here's another awesome poem about a problem gripping much of our nation. Nice work, Zeke! Forest's Fire Deep green woods Lush and pine, Windy weather, Howling gale Burning trees Red and smoke And assailing winds Forest’s fire No one should be afraid to go to school. Sadly, lives are lost every year because of gun violence. The first of these two submitted poems is a quick and heart-felt response to the issue of violence on American school campuses. Be aware that some may find the images upsetting.
And don't worry, there's a much less intense poem right after it. This poem was submitted by an anonymous 7th grader in order to capture the unique challenges of surviving middle school. Nice use of rhyme and repetition for a solid finish. What do you think about it? School Down the slick halls, Gossip fills people’s mind, Yet you're still intact, think you know, but in fact, your expectations, are not reality. They don’t reply, you wonder why, then you feel, completely dead inside, reality isn’t fair. but neither are your expectations. |
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