By: Sophie Geller

Kids in America,

wondering if it could happen to them,

wondering who would be next,

if their school would be the next news headline.

Averaging once a week,

instills a growing fear in kids,

that they will hear the “crack” of gunfire,

in place where they should be safe,

where the law requires them to go,

but doesn’t completely protect their safety,

Where worries should be about an upcoming test,

or the piles of homework due the next day.

Not what to do if a shooter comes in,

or whether today will be their last.

Lives are lost,

hearts are broken,

thoughts and prayers given,

but it happens all over again,

and continues to happen without a change.

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

By isaiah harris

My peom is inspired by Steph Curry

He is a good shooter

he has light skin

he’s shot 1 million shots

his daughter loves her scooter

hes not smart, he needs a tutor

his handles are fire

to get strong, he pushes a tire

pretty soon,  this boy has to retire

then a new baller will up for hire, aye

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?

By: Madison Garcia

Red is all I see

Except for the man before me

Who pulled out a gun

And said he was done

With kids and their foolish ways

Laying on the ground

 Without a sound

No one will hear me

No one will save me

 now that I am gone

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 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

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