The Walk to the Bandroom

By: Emily Luu

 

I walked

My boots clunking against the floor

Students rushing past me

Shoving and pushing from all angles

Fiddling my thumbs and

My breathing

Uneven

 

I finally reached my destination

My heart pounding out of my chest

I read the paper, searching for my name

My name jumped out at me

I yelped and gasped

And began to cry

I jumped up and down in disbelief

My smile was brighter than the sun

As happy tears pooled on my face

“I finally made it,”

I thought

1) The type of poem I wrote was a sensory detail poem.

2) I chose this event for the basis of my p0em because it highlights one of the best and most emotional moments of my eighth grade year.

3) The tone of my poem is ecstatic because throughout my poem is very excited, especially in the second stanza.

4) The theme of my poem is that hard work pays off.  This moment in my musical career was one of the biggest accomplishments I’ve ever accomplished, and it took a lot of dedication and hard work.

5) “I was fiddling my thumbs and breathing like an exhausted dog.” Is an example of a simile. This simile shows how I’ve very nervous and anxious to find out my soon to be great news.

“My name jumped out at me.” Is an example of personification. This statement shows how my name on the list was bolded and very noticeable.

6) One way I revised my poem was I changed nervously to anxiously. I substituted nervously because I felt that I needed a more specific word to explain how I was feeling in the moment.

Another way I revised my poem was that I changing “beating out of my chest” to “pounding out of my chest” So that the reader would feel the way I was feeling at the time.

7) The idea for the poem was quite easy for me to formulate, but finding more elevated language and adding figurative language was more of a challenge to me.

8) I am satisfied with my draft because it accurately represents my feelings during this important moment in my life.
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Home

By: Rana Ghafoor

 

I was finally there.

My face lit up.

Skies as blue as the ocean.

The sun was smiling.

Whoosh.

The subtle wind blew against my skin,

giving me goosebumps.

I saw family and old friends.

Smiles and laughs filled the air.

Memories made and more to come,

when’s your home.

 

 

 

 

Reflection

1. I published an emotion poem.

2. I chose a joyful emotion because the background of my poem was a big change in my life that I was as still am happy about.

3. The tone of my poem is cheerful.

4. The theme of my poem is happy about feeling at home.

5. Figurative language I included in my poem:

a. An example of a simile is: “Skies as blue as the ocean”. This contributes top the theme of the poem because it is about being joyful and a good mood ususally comes from good weather (the sky being clear).

b. An exapmle of a personification is : “The sun was smiling”. This is also like the example of the simile – it relates to a good mood because of the good weather.

6.

1) After revising my poem on change I made was that I personified the scenery.

2) Another change I made was to the vocabulary. I replaced some words with more detailed ones.

7. This particular poem was not that difficult for me to write because it is based on something important to me.

8. The poem I wrote is not as great as I was hoping it would be, but compared to other poems I have written, it is not bad.

 

By: Hannah Khan

Women Equality

 

One day, Women will not walk out in fear

Not with their heads hung low, but their heads held up high.

One day, Women will be looked up to, and not shown as a prize to win and be tinkered with.

One day, Women will no longer walk in the shadows, but in the light.

They we be successful in everything,

Not just polishing pots and pans.

Women will finally be equal.

We will finally be able to do the same things as men.

We will not have to deal with the uncivil comments of catcallers as we walk down the street.

One day, girls around the globe will get the same wages as the opposite gender.

We will be taken seriously.

We will not have to change ourselves.

One day, men will realize how important we are,

as we change the course of history.

One day, We will feel stronger than ever before.

 

 

  1. The poem type that I published was the Inspired by poem.
  2. c. The source of my inspiration was the women’s march on Washington D.C.
  3. The tone of my poem is hopeful and inspiring.
  4. The theme of my poem is Women equality.
  5. One example of figurative language is “One day, Women will be looked up to, and not shown as a prize to win and be tinkered with.” This  is a simile. This contributes to the tone and theme because we are saying that we should not be shown like that, we should be shown as human beings.
  6. Another example of figurative language is “Not with their heads hung low, but their heads held up high.” This is an example of alliteration. This contributes to the tone and theme because it flows better as you read the poem.
  7. One way I revised my poem was when I changed the word ” played” to “tinkered” because  I felt that it had a deeper meaning when I put the new word in. Another way I revised my poem was when I changed “cleaning” to ” polishing” because that way, it adds alliteration to the poem.
  8. This poem was difficult for me at first because I was not sure what to write about, but once I had an idea, it was fairly easy.
  9. I am extremely satisfied with the final draft because I did not no how capable I was at writing a decent poem.

The strange Building

By: Barleen Kaur

I walked and walked, too afraid to make a sound

I followed my friends here

To a mysterious building that they have found

I never wanted to come here but I didn’t want my friends to think I’m weird

But darkness is the only thing I have always feared

They insist and insist to stay here and explore

But all I was focused on was the door

I yearned to head out the exit, where warm sun was luring me

I was a caged bird, waiting to be let free

The sky was turning to gold I was sure

But I let my thoughts drown and turned to where my friends were

The stench of dead animals filled my nose

And I looked down and saw fresh sticky blood on my toes

Slowly, and unexpectedly I started hearing sounds that were echoing off from everywhere

I faced my friends and saw that they were just giggling and didn’t care

This building has been here for many years

I noticed tattered furniture and massive spiderwebs here

This place is like a trap concealing me in and not letting me out

Suddenly from behind me I heard a shout

One more time I glanced around only able to take in the ugly walls colored gray

Finally, with speed like light, I ran away

“I am happy with my decision,” to myself I said

Because the next day, I found out that all my friends were dead

 

Triumph

By: Aison Tran

 

A knight standing over his fallen enemy,

Like a world without limits.

 

Cheering and clapping,

Gleaming gold and wide grins.

 

Everything you have worked for comes together,

This is where hard work pays off.

 

Rising above the rest,

Dominating opponents.

 

Triumph paves the way for positivity.

 

  1.  I published an emotion poem.
  2. I chose triumph because as a volleyball player and a swimmer, I know how good it feels to win.
  3. The tone of my poem is victorious.
  4. The theme of my poem is triumph creates postive feelings and confidence.
  5. “Like a world without limits” – This simile shows that you feel boundless when you win. “Dominating opponents” – This personification conveys the feeling of power when you succeed.
  6. I changed “shining” to “gleaming” because it created alliteration and used elevated word choice. I also changed “applause” to “clapping” because I felt that it didn’t flow well.
  7. This poem was easy for me to write. As a volleyball player and a swimmer, I know how it feels to win.
  8. I feel that this final draft is to the best of my ability. The revisions and peer review allowed me to fix weak spots.

School shootings

By: Kendall Powell

 

Bangs and screams

Everybody is shaking and hiding

Your heart beat at 1000 bpm

Nobody knows who’s okay and who isn’t

Silence surrounds students, teachers and volunteers

Shaking, waiting and looking around

Not knowing when it will be over

You’re as nervous as a mouse in a cat house

Can’t move a muscle

If you do, you might want to hustle

Anxiously waiting to be saved

School shootings are like seeing a shark in the ocean

School shootings need to stop

No More.

By: Jahnavi M.

 

 

We march through the sullied streets of our country,

With our glaring and garish signs casting a subtle shadow across the sky.

Gold swords and obsidian daggers held high,

And our heads held higher.

The youth who advocate with passion and fervor,

Who are hurting and hearing, waiting and watching,

Are pushing through, are rising,

Empires evolving.

Our voices are shouting, straining,

Trying to say,

That you may be in control now,

And we may bow,

But soon it will change,

And we will advance forward,

Bringing halcyon days.

So I promise you,

That when the time comes,

Us, the not-so-typical-kids who have ways to go,

All of us,

Will fight for gun control,

Will fight for our safety and security,

Because we have taken too much,

And been beaten up too much,

And hurt, and held, and hid too much.

We are emerging,

And we aren’t standing aside anymore.

If there is one thing I can promise you,

One thing from the deepest parts of my soul,

It’s that all the screams,

And all the cries,

Will slowly diminish,

Will soon be scarce,

Because we aren’t kids anymore,

But merely students of life, like every other human on this Earth.

We are devoted, intelligent, insightful people,

And we’re ready to take our spots in the world,

Our thrones.

 

 

 

1. I wrote an inspired by poem.

2. The source of my inspiration was gun control. I chose this subject because it is a big problem and people are getting hurt. I believe that something needs to be done to change the laws that allow people to use and buy guns that can fire 40 to 50 rounds of bullets at one time.

3. The tone of my poem is promising.

4. The theme of my poem is “coming of age.”

5.

a) “Our voices are shouting, straining…”

b) This quote is personification.

c) The quote contributes to the tone and theme development by emphasizing the fact that the kids are trying to get people to understand what they are trying to say.

a) “Because we aren’t kids anymore, but merely students of life, like every other human on this Earth.”

b) This quote is personification.

c) The quote contributes to the tone development by showing that life changes all the time and that it is promising because you never know what is going to happen. It also contributes to the theme because it shows that we are not kids anymore, but the same as every other person.

6. 

1)  I changed dissolve into diminish.

2) I inserted standing aside into a line.

7. I felt like it was very easy to write this poem because I am very passionate about this topic.

8. I am very satisfied with my poem because it shows my feelings on a very important topic that is bound to keep coming up.

 

 

My First Dub

By: Ethan Ogle

 

My first dub in Fortnite,

It was epic,

The games leading,

I got eighth, third, and second.

 

There was sweat on my controller,

Making it slipery,

Trying so hard,

My eyes are really squinty.

 

I loot all of Greasy Grove,

Got a Scar and RPG,

I see rocks, trees, and buildings,

Grey, brown, and green.

 

I hear someone running, dun, dun

He has a pump,

Boom, he goes down,

His loot like a dump.

 

There is only two people left,

I hear my mom calling me,

She sounds like a lion,

I smell the alfredo spaghetti.

 

I see him building up to me,

I shoot his stairs and he falls,

I rocket launcher his box,

and hes as dead as a doll.

I’m Not The Spotlight

By: Catherine Choi

I stumble through the hallway making “click”s as I walk.

My colorful dress flows uncomfortably but that is okay.

When I lift my eyes to make an eye contact with the spectators, I’m nothing but embarrassment and regret.

Surprisingly, they don’t look at me like I’m crazy.

Thankfully, they don’t comment on my look.

Oddly, they don’t laugh at my look that of course, to them, looks ridiculous.

But I see horror in their eyes.

Then soon, but slowly, all the embarrassment and regret is gone.

Only the unrecognizable feeling is left.

I’m like a firefighter, sticky from sweating.

Fiery, fury fire in me, I manage to look at my dress that turned monocolor.

Horror is in my eyes now.

My dress is dripping red.

If only they had warned me, I would still be wearing my beautiful, colorful dress.

The Balance Beam

By: Emily Hyun

Fear is something

I’ve unwillingly instilled in gymnasts at a young age.

I watch from a distance

as the girls greet the other apparatuses

with smiles as big as the moon.

But as they approach me,

their eyes open wide in fear

and their smiles vanish like a child whose ice cream had fallen on the floor.

However, there is one girl who comes to me with her heart full of courage.

As I breathe in the acrid smell of the chalk in the air,

I hear the pit pats of her feet as she prances over to me.

She rests her rough hands on me

as she prepares to do her skills.

When she fearlessly flips in the air,

her friends watch in awe,

reminded of the fact that I’m not so scary after all.