Student Poetry

Flowers
by Luna

Flowers are nice
Flowers are beautiful
Flowers are everywhere.
Flowers are tall
Flowers are small
And some have the colors of the rainbow.
Some are as blue
as the sky,
Some are as red as blood,
Some as yellow as the sun,
and some are as green as a leaf.
The flowers are beautiful
Some are poison as acid,
The color of red.
I know they will not last,
but I love them, I love them.
They are so nice.
I know I will not last,
So I say goodbye,
My dear friend I will miss you,
I say before my last breath.

A Fly in Dodger's Stadium
by James

The fly,
A simple creature.
He hops along the bleachers.
He flies through
The scorching heat,
Dodger dog at his feet.

The Night to the Day
By Max Daly

The mist drifted side to side,
the very last sounds of day,
Slow drifts away,
The shining dew drops evaporate
Before my very eyes.
I watch as the sun turns round and black,
The Earth's soul goes to sleep
As the sound of the sacred night awakes,
As the other goes to sleep.
Sounds of crickets,
Sounds of owls
Pound through the night.
One new day is awake
And another is asleep.
The sun went down.

Raging Winds
by Max Daly

Oh Skies
Raging winds
Roaring storms
Come down
On all lashing whips
Flash through the air
Wind rips up flowers;
Trees fruit soil
Turns to ash,
As lightning flashes
At my feet,
Rain pours down
Thunder crashes
As god's green earth
Turns to ash,
Ash
Ash
Ash
Brick walls,
Shatter down,
Dark winds fly round,
As it heaves
Up the ground
And on the next day,
No one was there
Except for a cracked rock,
Just laying there,
With nothing else
But a glint of air,
Even too small
For a gasp or a stare.
Brass Balls
by Daniel

Little brass balls
in a little brass machine.
With one quarter
you can seek
One gumball out of the machine.

The Farland Bird
By Elena De Santo

The black blue bird
Sat on the ragged brown tree
As small, icy-blue due droplets
Fell upon the bird.
His hazel-brown eyes slowly closed,
As the cold breeze glided upon his dark blue feathers.
He curled himself into his honey-colored nest
And gathered warmth to his shivering body.
He whispered, "Mama, I'm here, I'm here.
It's your Farland bird far, far away."
But his mama never came back.

Baseball
by Jeff

I think of myself
Hitting the ball
Out of the ball park.
I hear people cheering
And yelling.
I feel happy,
And I think the ball
Feels really bruised.
No wonder it needs stitches.

Poems by Daphne

The Trees and Flowers

I look out the window
The trees sitting gracefully
All the spring colors at their show.

Green balancing against the blue sky
The branches and leaves blowing in the wind
It's truly not winter when they die.

The flowers bright pink
Beauty is the only word for them
And they're gone in a blink.

The Cat

The cat's 9 lives are up.
The cat's yellow eyes are closed.
The cat's warm body now cold.

His paws not moving,
He is a motionless body.
His tail curled as he lay there.

The Sun, The Moon

The sun fading colors in the sky.
The moon coming into sight.
And people lay down for the night.
The stars so bright.

The moon a crescent shape,
Wishing you could hold
That picture with some tape. 

Beach Sunset

The orange sky

The rolling sea

The night is high

Whispering to me

The sand is soft

My towel is fluffy,

But the dark is loft,

The air is stuffy.

A circle falling

Into the ocean,

But night is calling,

The waves are in motion.

I slowly get up,

And pack up my things,

I drink from my cap

And say goodbye to the

Darkening sky

Lost

Lost you say? Nay!

Claw your way up,

You'll find a way.

Someday.

Stray

Walking in the moonlight

Hiss!

Stalking in the moonlight

Hiss!

The shadows leap,

Trash cans topple

Without a peep,

They both couple

Walking in the moonlight

Hiss!

He runs through

In utter silence

He chews his prey

Introducing violence.

Halloween Night

On Halloween night,

Stories are told

On Halloween night,

The air is cold.

On Halloween night,

You'll get a fright,

On Halloween night,

You'll scream all night.

On Halloween night,

They'll lock their doors,

On Halloween night,

They'll close their stores.

Prairie

The day ticks,

By like a fly,

On the wall.

It's a perfect

Time to be lazy.

Yes, my dear,

We're having a ball.

And, yes,

We're not going

Crazy.

Haunt 2

I snuck into

A house

One night to see

What I could find.

My friends, betrayed,

Were out of sight

With my lemons and pork rinds,

I told them

We would have

A feast

On someone's big

Front lawn.

I told them

We would eat

The feast until

The break of

Dawn.

But they caught on

When they

Saw it:

A big, old haunted house.

I told them

They were chickens,

But they were

Quiet as a mouse.

I sighed and climbed

Through the window, which

Was old and creaky, too.

The inside was

Old and dusty and

Full of old mouse

Poo.

I found myself

In a dressing room,

That stunk of

Rotting fabric

My hair stood

Up almost as if were full

Of static.

I was scared

Out of my wits

So I headed

To the attic

The attic had

A lot of dust,

And lots of

Knick-knacks too.

The attic, dusty,

Was also full

Of leaps of old

Mouse poo.

I heard a moan,

And then a groan

And promised to myself,

I'll ever come here again,

Unless I turn into an elf.

Poems by Max Decker

The Walking Talking Chicken

The walking talking chicken
Was about to say a poem
But he forgot.
Instead he got the chicken pocks.

About

My mom and dad are screaming,
I ask what it's all about.
They say my sister
Is in the water spout.

Little Star

Oh cloudy night.
Oh there you stand.
I find a star among you.
Even though you're shy and dull,
I can still see you.

Lullaby

Oh lullaby,
Oh lullaby,
You whisper in my ear.
Oh lullaby,
Oh lullaby,
Never too soft to hear.

Moon Flight

The moon is like
An eagle flying over
The heavens or
Maybe a bird flying,
A never ending way.

It glows 'til the sun
Becomes a hole,
Like a star,
Never going away.

Roses

The color of the roses filled the hills with the essence of the dead,
The dead rose up from their flowery grave, filling me to the bone
With images of horrible deaths.

Moving closer and closer they surround me.

And then finally "I can't take it!" I yelled to the heavens as they brought me
Down with them
To the heavens of the dead.

Soon, I myself join the forces of the dead,
Scaring the very wits out of every living soul,
Passing the masquerade ballhouse.

Blood covered the moon as every living soul perished in the night.
*This poem inspired by Edgard Allen Poe's poems.

Plagues

Plagues swept
Transylvania
At super-sonic pace.

Smell of Rotting Corpses
Filled the lands, and the only ones left,
Were the king and his servants.

The king hosted a party,
As he did not know that Mr. Death
Was knocking on his door.
As the lamps went out
There was a single scream
And one fell dead on the floor.

This continued throughout the night,
Until the king was the only soul left.

The King ran faster,
Door to door he yelled,
"Can anybody help me?"
His scream echoed
Through his Kingdom,
Until he tried to fight Mr. Death.
But then he,
The mightiest King in all the world,
Fell into a puddle
Of his own blood. 

A Corn Dog Super Hero

A corn dog super hero.
He fights crimes
With his grossness.
He can't fly,
For he is made of bread and a hot dog.
He goes to the NBA,
Gets so bored,
And plays patty cake.

The Yo Ho Pirate

The pirate,
Making his way to Tortuga island,
Says,
"Yo ho, Yo ho, making my way."
He takes out his sword,
Swings and chops down the sail,
Catching the opposite wind of Tortuga,
For he, the Yo Ho Pirate, was impatient
For his treasure.
The crabs pinched,
The crabs snapped
At his feet.
He scared them away,
With his almighty sword.
"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, the treasure is mine!"

The Worm Remembers

The worm squiggles
On the ground.
He will remember
All the sounds
He hears.

A bird will
Meet the worm,
Then he will
Eat the worm.

But the worm
Will still remember
The sounds.

Still

The tape on the desk
Is still there.
It will never leave.
But
It will still
Remember its sticky days.
It will still be clar.
It will still be
Tape.

Little Bird

Goodbye little bird.
It's time to sway
Away in the wind for a day
I'll you next year,
Little bird, but
Goodbye for now,
Goodbye for now.

Why

Why you ask,
Why you scream
Why I'll tell you
In your dreams.
So no I will not tell you.
So now why is a by,
So goodbye, why.
Stop asking.

One Word

One word was all you
Said.
Just one word, not
Even two syllables.

The Booger

The booger.
No one looks.
No one stares.
Except one
Child
Eats it.

Sometimes

Sometimes they sit.
Sometimes they stare.
Sometimes they don't care.
Sometimes they stop.
Sometimes they're done.
Sometimes is
Sometimes for
Everyone.

Juice

The juice spills into the cup,
As it runs down the side
As I said "wait."
A good day for lemonade.

Candy

Every thing is sticky in the night sky.
How the candy is delicious.
The candy is deadly if it is too much.

Big Cat

Big gray cat.

Named F.B.

Say goodbye

To a cat named F.B.

Let him out

One day,

Didn't come back.

Ever again.

L.O.V.E.

Laura, L, was home sick today.

Ozzie, O, got lost on his way,

Vicky, V, had homework in May,

So I'm all of love

That could make it today.

Drop of Rain

Please refrain,

From flowing down a river,

For I have lost you,

And what does it cost you?

From disappearing

Down a river.

A feather from a sparrow,

Tumbles through the air,

Bounces off a cherry tree,

Into the lake.

A feather from a sparrow.

The Football Stadium

The people scream and shout.
The players just don't react.
The light flashes upon the field.
The tackling and pushing on the field.

Wormy

Wormy is under the ground.
He screams and shouts
When a foot appears upon his face.
The boy said, "do I hear tiny screaming?"
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Rain

When the rain falls from the sky,
Never leaving a darned thing dry,
I do sit by the window pane,
Staring outside in envy and vain.
Oh, how I wish I could be out there,
Splashing in puddles in the cold damp air,
Spinning and dancing around,
Water leaking in my sneakers as they touch the ground,
But I'm stuck in my bed,
With these visions in my head,
Wishing that they would come true.

Pioneer

If I was a pioneer
Living on a farm,
I would be into having fun,
Underneath the flaming sun.
I would run free
With the Indians
Flinging arrows through the fields,
Playing knights
And armor with our wooden shields.

I would wake sleeping bear,
And as it chases me I'd scream
And run
And hopefully be able to climb a tree.
I'd swim in the lake,
And ride a horse bareback,
Until we reached the end of the valley,
And know we'll always turn back.

One Day

I went into the open day,
I went to the bay,
Just to relax with Jay.

Saving

I got the ram,
I took the ham,
I put one in the fields,
And put the other way.

Forgetting

I lied in bed,
Thinking of the horrible things
That happened today.
I closed my eyes,
My time has come,
My life line broke,
And I flew away.

My feet sunk
Into the mud,
The fields wind
Brushed the weeds towards me,
I close my eyes,
Thinking of things that are good,
I think the soft clouds gliding me,
Towards freedom,
Freedom,
is my dream.

Tingly

Tingly
Tingly
The fair sang.
The wind was an echo
Of the fairy's song.
Why the fairy is so teentsy-weentsy
That the wind was much too strong.

The fairy sat
In the huckleberry tree
As the wind blew
She picked huckleberries off
One by one,
And ate them for her supper.

The fairy started to fly,
But the wind carried her back.
She tried to pull herself forward,
Then splat!
A leaf hit the fairy and took her away.

No one ever saw that little fairy again.
Who knows?
She still might be on that little leaf
Screaming "Tingly! Tingly!"

Why

The world crumbles in his hands.
Why, no one knows
Who the why man is.
One glance at him,
You're life is done.
That's why the why man
Is no one.

Wha & Ain't

Wha & ain't
Are two little mutts,
Always getting on grammar's nerves,
Making sure to make people say
The wrong words,
But never could get grammar to say
You and me ain't wha you think.
But one day, grammar was so sleepy
That those two words
Even tricked grammar to say
The wrong grammar words.

Tear

The world is black
Now that I was killed.
The last thing
I looked at
Was a tear on my finger tip.

Dream Broken

My world was shot,
Crumbled,
And my life was over.
I never got a chance to be free.
I write this from my love, my sweet.
War was the victim,
The tear that you cried,
I will never give you a broken dream.
I will sing you a lullaby
My sweet.

Birds

I watch birds fly
Past the bright sun,
Like cars going by.
They hunt for their prey,
As if they're playing hide and seek.
They're getting pulled by a string,
As they're drifting along the sea.

Rain

Rain pouring down the hard ground,
As if the sun frowned lightning
Cracks in the dark, gloomy sky.
And scares the little kids,
All snug in their beds.

Little water drops dripping down,
The car window,
as if they're having a race.

Why is there fairies everywhere?
I go asking.
They pull my hair and stomp their feet,
They scream and shout,
But have no doubt
That their gently floating away in the blue sky.

Their like little dots
Screaming for help.
I realize it's just a dream. 

Memories

Memories can
Be so strong.
Very painful,
Very hurtful.

Death

Death is painful.
Everybody hates death.