Watching From Afar

By: Kaitlyn Sourinhong

It was the crack of dawn.

Birds were singing, overgrown grass were swaying against the wind,

and the trees were whispering.

But something felt different.

 

It was not how I ruled over the land even though I only control

the time and the weather.

Or how the clouds would like to block my view from below.

But over all the trees and its shadows,

I could see a baby deer, lost.

I watched as the deer went over to a bush,

but anyone with eyes could see that he was injured.

I had this urge to help,

but instead I watched from afar.

He’s injured I thought, no mother should ever

leave their child behind.

So I just watched from afar.

 

With a sudden jolt the deer collapsed against the bush,

and looked at me with pain and hopelessness in his eyes.

I wanted to do something,

but instead I watched from afar.

So I kept on spying on the poor deer,

alone at a young age and nowhere to go, injured and despondent,

but I looked down on him,

and watched from afar.

Happiness

By:Vrithika Krishnaswamy

The sun glistening on the metal

The laughter of children

As I started to get onto the warm seat

Slowly creaking as I got on

I pulled the handle down with a loud clang

The ride was moving upwards

Quickly picking up speed

Then the wind brushed against me and there was a sense of calm in the air

The ground beneath my feet

The trees were as short as mice

The leaves as green and bright as fresh paint on the wall

It was as if I was chasing the clouds

The blood in my veins rushing like a river

The cool air refreshing against the hot sun

Birds gliding in the sea of blue above

As I closely watched the gentle breeze drifting away

Slowly and quietly I stopped

The sounds as soft as a whisper

Everything a sleep

 

 

That Time Of The Year

As the white flakes flew down

And fires warmed houses

I knew it was that time of the year.

Where little kids wore big coat

with hats and gloves

Snow covering noses like blankets

Faces red with blood

I knew it was that time of the year.

Houses glowed with lights and decorations

Homes filled with love and joy

Snowmen all where the eye can see

Family visiting from close to far

Children waking up in the morning

with all the gifts they can imagine with them,

I knew it was Christmas time for this year.

The Day That Will Not Be Forgotten.

By: Faith Sikes

I never knew today was the day.

The day that we were not safe.

He barreled through the front doors like a freight train.

The shots started.

The unbearable sound of pain being inflicted on my peers.

We were locked in for an eternity.

The only person who was in control was the person who had their finger around the trigger.

This was the place we were supposed to be able to learn.

This was the place we were supposed to be safe.

But now, no one will feel that way.

 

Jelly Winner

The bleachers were packed like an ant hill

As I walked on the court, I could feel their eyes

The feeling of anxiety covered me like a wool blanket

The player walked over to their positions

The ball was thrown in the air like confetti

As the score board went up, we all went down

Time flew by like a seagull on the beach

The fourth quarter was here and we were down

Time froze as the ball touched my hands

I observed the court as a game plan drifted around my head

I slowly dribbled down the court

As the defender reached for the ball

I quickly crossed over like a hawk

I drove down the court as the defenders came at me

I did a quick spin move like Chris Smoove

And filay’d the ball like grape jelly

Adrenaline pumped through me like the ice in my veins

The game winner banked in like the cash at my atm.

Ashish Tammisetti

 

The World Below

By: Claire Nguyen

Splash!

The world turned upside down

as I plummeted towards the ocean

the water looking as if it were a portal

to a new world

chills run up my spine

with the water splashing against my face

I look around

at the world below

 

Coral reefs flooding the area

fish swimming by

waving hello

bubbles rise to the surface

sunlight scaled everywhere

I feel at home

with the waves

in the world below

 

Wanderlust

By Nara Lee

 

As the crisp, cool air hits my face,

the verdant trees wave to me with grace,

I see the scintillating waterfall,

standing up so high and tall,

I was soon consumed by sweet wanderlust,

and decided climbing up it was a must,

soon I heard the water’s pound,

and that became the only sound,

a flower nearby filled my nose,

as its fragrant scent tingled my toes,

I touched the waterfall, oh so grand,

and felt the water cascade through my hand,

at that moment I knew I was truly at peace,

as my worries gradually began to cease.

The First Dance By: Ashley Shockley

The bright lights were shining

Everyone was staring

The judges with pens in hand

The music starts blaring

I suddenly start to move

The wind has been taken out from under my feet

I’m flying through the air

Upside down and all around

I finish to look out at the audience

I bow and walk off the stage

My face is beaming with excitement

I had finally done it myself.

I wish that they would go

I hear the roar of rotors,

I watch the boots hit sand.

I feel the danger in the moment,

and they can barely stand.

 

I hear the screams like thunder,

They echo throughout the row.

The bangs, booms of bombs,

and they all continue to grow.

 

I hear the cracks like earthquakes,

I watch the battle unfold.

I feel that feeling of death,

and I allow it to take its toll.

 

I hear the crackle of fire,

I watch the bodies lay.

I’ve grown used to this occurrence,

it’s just another day.

 

I remembered the reason for my hate,

The hate like a raging beast.

I watch their AK’s upon their backs,

I growl when watching them feast.

 

My home it lays in ruins,

I know not who made it so.

The one thing I know is simple,

I wish that they would go.

 

1. The poem type I chose to work with was a “Inspired by” poem.

2. My poems insperation was based heavily on a innocent civilian in the Middle East, a location known for US Military and terrorist involvement.

3.  The tone I was going for in “I wish that they would go” was a a mix of Angry and Sad emotions.

4. The theme of my story was that a large amount of Terrorism takes place in the Middle East. We don’t really stop to think about the citizens of the Middle East, those that stayed there and deal with the constant fire fights between the United States Military and the Taliban, ISIS, and Al Qaeda.

5. Two examples of figurative language “I wish that they would go” are

”A hate like a raging beast” -Line 18. Simile. This helps to scale the hatred this man has for the Terrorists that take so much from him.

”I hear the roar of rotors” -Line 1. Personification. This helps to show the helicopter as if it was a beast carrying little soldiers within.

6. Two ways I revised my poem was adding my sections to it, it only had four sections originally but it is now six, aswell as that I also changed the name and ending around from “I hope that it will change” to “I wish that they would go”

7. This poem was reletivly easy to write suprisingly. Most would expect me to ponder for hours searching for ideas but truthfully I just sit down, think of a subject, and start rhyming to make a product.

8 I am satisfied with how my final draft came out. Then again, I’m satisfied with most of the stuff I make.