A Winding Dirt Trail

By: Bella Neff

 

A winding dirt trail is where it began

through the vast vegetation and the cheering, colorful birds

the dark green Forest on either side of me

highlighting the path I longed to take

as I mounted my metal horse and aquired my armor

the soft breeze ushered me to begin

the low grunt of the steel horse as it began to move echoed through the desolate Forest

faster, faster I glided through the sky as if I was as light as a feather

The crunch of leaves and fallen bark showed me how deep in the Forest I was

the calm, serene clouds followed after me like children wanting a ride

the first time I felt the utter exhilaration of being free, in the moment

mounted on my steel horse was the same everytime after

bumping along a winding dirt trail

The Silent Finger

By: Adhya Ravikumar

In a world of my memories

I thought of it as an illusion

An incident my mind had created

There at the crook of my neck

I had felt it

An airy …………………..

Almost comforting touch of a finger

My adrenaline was coursing through me like a roller coaster

The smell of fear and mystery drenched my senses

The sound of my heart beating as loud as a thousand drums echoed throughout the room

Ba Dum – Ba Dum…..

I was paralyzed

Too weak to move….

I tried recollecting my thoughts

But soon realised it was futile

Years after,

I still think about it

If it was truly a spirit

Would I ever feel its airy touch again?

 

The doors

By: Aleena

The cold metal doors closed on my leg

Sweat dripping down my face

My leg was trapped

My ears pounding with my heartbeat

I screamed for help, but no one heard

Bystander’s voices faded away as I went into shock

Elbows scraped and burned  from falling

My calf squeezed shut in between the doors

My family was running to me faster than the speed of  lightning

Pounding their firsts on the doors, to get anyone’s attention

Engines started to roar, it was about to start

Finally the doors freed my legs like a free prisoner

 

RESPONSE QUESTIONS:

  1. I published a Sensory poem
  2. I chose the even of my poem because it happened to me in real life, which made it easy to write about.
  3. The tone of my poem is negative
  4. The theme of my poem is stay safe
  5. One example of figurative language is “my ears pounding with my heartbeat” another example is “my family was running to me faster than the speed of lightning”
  6. The type of figurative language used above was hyperbole
  7. This figurative language contributes to the poem because it helps the reader realize this is a very scary and anxious moment
  8. Two specific ways I revised this poem was by adding the word cold to “the cold metal doors” the explanation for doing that was because adding the word cold helps the reader understand that this is very frightening. Another wash I revised the poem was by adding the word squeezed in “my calf was squeezed shut in between the doors” I did this to help the reader know that I was stuck and there was nothing I could do about it.
  9. It was easy to write this poem because it was an experience I had in real life so I was familiar with it.
  10. I am satisfied with my final draft because I put hard work into it and I think it is good.

 

Moving On

Moving On

 

Heart Broken

All that I can be

Like a bird,

Fallen out of a tree.

Tears sting my eyes,

I cannot see.

After she left

Nothing was the same.

It came as a surprise

To no longer be able to see the light in her eyes.

Her eyes were stars, bright and shining

I thought you were okay

You never told me it was your last day

As gray as the soot in the ashtray

That you left behind.

To heaven she goes

As she leaves me in hell.

He’s moved on, why can’t I?

I think of following you

But, I before I can

I stop and think

What would life be,

Without me?

I will stay,

Live through the pain.

This is the life god gave me. 

-Anonymous

A Day At The Fair

By: Anisa Kalai

 

Screams and laughter floating through the air,

bright lights and tasty sights only at the fair.

Fluffy cotton candy, crunchy funnel cake,

add some fried oreos, it’s worth the stomach ache.

Sticky fingers clutching metal bars,

the ride goes so high, you might reach the stars.

Mechanical whirring from the coasters and swings,

make the high score when the winning bell rings.

Try to hit your mark on the plastic ring toss,

a stuffed animal shows you did it like a boss.

The time has come for the evening’s close,

now it’s time to look for the car in the parking lot’s rows.

Laura Sanchez

I swear, there were a million butterflies in my stomach

My heart was beating out of my chest

I was a trainwreck

I had goosebumps all over me as I began to shiver

I could feel the cold rain against my skin

I stared at the back of the net as I put the ball on the line

After my hands stopped trembling, I took my shot

The ball raced into the goal, and my teammates came sprinting over to me with joy

All the weight I had on my shoulders suddenly left me

For just a moment, I felt like I ruled the world

 

 

 

A Winding Dirt Trail

A winding dirt trail is where it began

through the vast vegetation and the cheering, colorful birds

the dark green Forest on either side of me

highlighting the path I longed to take

as I mounted my metal horse and aquired my armor

the soft breeze ushered me to begin

the low grunt of the steel horse as it began to move echoed through the desolate Forest

faster, faster I glided through the sky as if I was as light as a feather

The crunch of leaves and fallen bark showed me how deep in the Forest I was

the calm, serene clouds followed after me like children wanting a ride

the first time I felt the utter exhilaration of being free, in the moment

mounted on my steel horse was the same everytime after

bumping along a winding dirt trail

 

The Run Away Balloon

Indraja Kirvelaitis

above our heads

pale green leaves shiver softly

whispering into the wind

a shower of sunlight falling through the leaves

its warm drops warming my face

your eyes fluttered

looking at

the little girl chasing her balloon

sailing through the air

gradually disappearing

the girl’s fingertips

caresses the silky ribbon dangling

Her hot,bitter tears create salty streams

rolling down her blushed cheeks

onto the pavement

The Spelling Bee

By: Jess Nguyen

Tic tok

Tic tok

The clock counting down

I’m running out of time

It was the semifinals

So close yet so far to getting 1st place

Sweat

Coming down my face

Eyes

All on me

Pressure

Everyone putting on me

10 year old me

Having all this attention

Frustration

Is as big as the universe

Overpowering people like empires

This feeling felt interminable

Frustration cries during stressful situations

I can see the panic in its eyes

But it all come down to this

 

Reflection Questions:

1) I published an emotion poem

2) I chose this emotion because it’s something that I feel very often so I know this feeling very well.

3) The tone of my poem is frustrated.

4) The theme of my poem is,”Even in stressful situations, just breathe”.

5) a) “Frustration cries during stressful situations I can see the panic in its eyes”.

b) This is personification.

c) It adds a bigger impact on the poem because it gives you an insight of what the poem is about.

a) “Frustration is as big as the universe, overpowering people like empires”.

b) This is a simile.

c) It shows that the frustration is building up in a person’s body.

6) a) I changed “endless feeling” to “interminable”. I changed it because I wanted the reader to know how deep the feeling was.

b) I moved “Sweat, coming down my face” to the beginning because I wanted the reader to have an image in their head of what was happening.

7) I was fairly easy because I remember this feeling like it was yesterday.

8) I have somewhat satisfied with my final draft because I feel like I could’ve done better, but I did try my best.

 

 

Summer

 

Summer

By: Nicholas Chang

 

When the final bell rings the sun will shine brighter

When the final bell rings the grass will look greener

Summer time is here and school is let out

All the kids will be free like flying bees

So much to do and so much to see

Like a sailor waiting for an ocean breeze

The trees grow faster and the flowers bloom brighter

The sun shines warmer with its glistering rays

As they peak through the tree tops after a summer rain

The ocean waves are calmer and the dolphins jump higher

All is better when summer is here

 

 

Reflection:

1- I published a nature/environment poem

2- I chose this environment because it’s my favorite part of year and I have the most fun during summer. I feel this because students can have a break from school and just have the whole day to do whatever they want like sports and hangout with friends.

3- I felt that it was a little difficult for me to write this poem because I haven’t had much experience writing poetry. However, at the same time I am writing about something I enjoy and take passion in which causes it to be a little bit easier.

4-The tone of my poem is excited and gleeful and the mood of my poem is peaceful.

5-The theme of my poem is everyone should have freedom.

6 a-“All the kids will be free like flying bees” ,”Like a sailor sailing through an ocean breeze”

b- Both of my quotes are similes because they are comparing two things with the words like or as.

c-My first quote contributes to the tone because it expresses how kids can’t wait for summer which relates to excitement. This quote also contributes to theme development by saying how the kids will be free which is related to freedom. My second quote contributes to the tone because it also shows signs of waiting by the sailor waiting for an ocean breeze. My second quote contributes to the theme because the sailor is sailing the ocean which shows signs of freedom.

7-Two ways I revised this poem was making the line “All the kids will be free like flying bees”, I originally had this line as “all the kids will flood out like a dandelion being blown” I made this change because the new line is much more concise and I think it sounds better. Another edit I made was adding the last line “All is better when summer is here” I think this line brings the poem all together and adds an actual ending than just have the line “The ocean waves are calmer and the dolphins jump higher”.

8-I am very satisfied with my final draft because I have worked very hard on this poem and it is something I like and care about. I also feel I can relate to the poem and hope other readers can too.