Ode to Basketball

Ode to Basketball

By Adam Clark

 

Swish!

It’s the sound of the net

After the ball goes through

It’s a sweet feeling

Nothing else can give you

It’s a weird sensation

When you break someone’s ankles

It’s a weird realization

Realizing that you are connected to a sport

Becoming a ball on a string

Practicing is like an addiction

The strive to get better

Is like a bear wanting honey

Making shots never gets old

The drive to get better never dies like a tortoise

And one person can never become perfect

Each day you can learn a new skill

Like adding another floor onto a skyscraper

Going to the park

And playing with friends

Is what I like to do on my weekends

When I think about doing something instead

The decision never quite makes sense

And you don’t have to be good

To have fun on the court

Because the sport is mostly for fun

Unless you are Kris Dunn

Then you have to be number one

When being the best is like finding a needle in a pile of hay

 

1. I typed and published an ode.

2. I chose basketball as my subject because it is something I care about a lot, therefore I thought it would be easy to write a meaningful piece about it.

3. The tone of my poem is enthusiastic.

4. The theme of my poem is working hard to be good at something is worth it because the positive benefit are worth the grind

5. Becoming a ball on a string is a metaphor, and it contributes to this poem because it properly illustrates how you can become attached to something and enjoy it. My second use of figurative language is “is like adding another floor onto a skyscraper”. This sentence shows how adding another skill can make you taller and taller, when the sky is the limit, you want to have as many floors(skills) as possible.

6. Revision #1 was I added the line “When being the best is like finding a needle in a pile of hay” because I wanted to add more detail on how hard it is to get to the top of the basketball world, because that is not an easy thing to do. Revision #2 was changing the word feeling into the word sensation in line six, because I didn’t want to give a sense of repititon in that part of the poem.

7. I thought it was very easy to write my poem, becasue I had a lot of background knowledge in the topic. I also care a lot about the sport, which gives inspiration when I write.

8. I am definitely satifised with my final draft, this might be the best poem I have ever written. I am not usually not known as a poet, and this was a step out of my comfort zone. This helped me learn that I can write a succesful poem.

A Dream

By: Trisha Kamdar

“BANG” goes the gun shot right at the student as I’m headed home

The antagonist says “freeze”, and I stopped in my tracks

and felt something in the pit of my stomach

My teacher stood right in front of me

As the bullet is headed out from the gun

Blood is everywhere as if fruit punch spilled out of the bowl

 

“BANG” BANG” “BANG”

I go inside the classroom and the door locks

I tell everyone to calm down

I text my mom and told her what happened

My friend calls the police

I thought my life was over

Everyone was shot and dead and there was no help

25 other kids and I were just sitting, hiding in the closet, and crying as if we were at a funeral

 

I hear my mother walking into the room and waking me up

I ask her “Can I please stay at home today”

She gives me a hug and wipes away my tears as if knowing what had happened

Her sweet morning voice says “Yes” “Yes you may”

I sit on my bed pondering “Why”, “Why does it have to be like this”

 

  1. I wrote a Inspired By poem
  2. My source of my inspiration was an issue that has been revolving around this world for very long time. I choose to write about school gun violence because I wanted to show my feelings for this topic and how I don’t appreciate this.
  3. The word I chose for tone is melancholy
  4. The theme of my poem is “Shooting is not the way to show violence.”
  5. “25 other kids and I were just sitting, hiding in the closet, and crying as if we were at a funeral” This type of figurative language is a simile. This contributes to the tone and theme because it shows the sadness and how frightened the kids are.

    “BANG” This type of figurative is a onomatopoeia. This contributes to the tone and theme because it shows how gun shots sound and how frightening it is.

  1. Revision #1: I added in figurative language like, “Blood is everywhere as if fruit punch spilled out of the bowl”

       Revision #2: Instead of using the word wondering I used Pondering.

  1. It was easy to write this poem because since I was writing a Inspired By I thought about issues around the world, and school gun violence was a issue.
  2. I am satisfied with my final draft because my poem makes sense after editing and revising it.

 

An Ode to Loki

By Isabel Layman

 

The trickster

Brother of Thor Odinson

Adopted

Brinigs chaos

To every planet

Like a newborn

Left alone

Or a nightmarish

Snowstorm

The God of Mischief

Determined

Never stops

Until he’s free of the reins

Keeping him held back

Like and animal

Always creating touble

Just wanting to be

An equal

Born on another planet

Jotunheim

World of the giants

Cold and dark

An outcast

Like a new kid

Or the kids in the less popular clubs

Misinterpreted

Only ever desired

To be king

And ruler

In charge

As in a dictator

But as of now

He’s gone

Never got

What he wanted

The outsider

Trying so hard

To be something special

Only to

Bequeath

The universe

To death

 

 

  1. I wrote an ode
  2. I chose this subject for my ode because I love Loki and his story.
  3. The tone of my poem is melancholy.
  4. The theme of my poem is that people trying to be something special can try so hard just to fail in the end.
  5. “Brings chaos to every planet like a newborn left alone”. This type of figurative language is a simile. It contributes to the tone and theme by showing that Loki brings a great amount of trouble wherever he goes.
  6. “An outcast, like a new kid”. This is also a simile. It contributes by showing that Loki is different like a new kid at a new school.
  7. Writing this poem was fairly easy because I know a lot about him and I liked writing about him because he is one of my favorite marvel characters.
  8. I am pretty satisfied with my final draft because I feel is showcased my best work and I tried my hardest to have good elevated word choices.

 

Crackling leaves

By: Joshua Kwan

Thud,Thud,Thud

Hearts beat away

Sounds of leaves crackling at night spread your mind apart.

It is a faceless devil with no soul or heart.

It’s like a monster in a closet at night.

Running out of the situation makes you feel alright.

It growls at people at the dark of night.

Fear cures hiccups with the sound of rushing scares.

The sounds of fear can even scare a full grown bear.

A figure arises out of the dark, it chases kids into a chain of hugs.

It forces buckets of hands to reach for a small switch.

Snap,Snap,Snap The crunches grow closer.

Fear is the worst part of every child’s dream.

 

1.I chose to publish my emotion poem I wrote.

2a. I chose this emotion because I wanted to bring up kids fears to help them overcome them.

3.The tone of my poem is Fear.

  1. The theme of my poem is Fear causes many terrifying thoughts in your mind.

5.A.”It’s like a monster in a closet at night” B.It is a simile. C. It shows how most kids are scared of monsters in their closets and that causes fear.

2A.”It growls at people at the dark of night” 2B.It is a example of personification. 2C. It helps strengthen the thought of being scared at night all alone outside.

  1. Revision 1- I changed creeps to arises on the 10th line because it helped me imagine it more realistically and it sounded more clearer. Revision 2- I replaced breaking to crackling on the 3rd line because it helps when you imagine someone with leaves breaking in the woods.

7.It was kind of easy because it just flew out of my brain to write about things that relate to fear, but it was difficult finding sensory details to match the words I used.

8.I am satisfied with my final draft because I went over my poem over and over and read it to myself to find any errors if there was any.

 

Running From the scare

By:Abhinav Dinesh

As we walk, the ground beneath blows.

I turn to my left and right… my head hurts as shots fly above me.

I look up to the sky to see a fellow friend in an E-52

I taste thirst as my throat cries for water

I run to a nearby rock next to me

I sit down to take a drink

The cold water trickling down my throat feels very nice and refreshing

I get back up and look around at every one

I know that we are here together to write a wrong that should not have happened

I fight to the end

After many hours of fighting, pain, loss, and dehydration… the war is over

We all arrive to base knowing that we are heros and we celebrate through out the night

Today I know that I am a winner and I also realize that I am a winner that will get to go home

As I arrive home through adversity, pain, and loss I come back to return to the family I love.

In times like these we should all remember to stay strong

Wether we have someone doing something right or a disaster is in the midst we all stay togehter and stay strong

 

 

Descent of the Mind

By: Michael Corej

 

 

It’s cold, it’s dark, it’s all alone,

your mind, blank, slowly going,

it is laughing all day.

Time, taste, touch, smell, sight lost, none found.

It’s like an endless void, that you can’t escape,

leaving you the one alone.

You are lost, but not afraid, all you leave is dust and decay.

It is solitary confinement, life’s lost purpose,

but you still live on.

It makes you feel nothing at all, lost emotions, no family, no friends.

You see someone lying on a bench, peacefully.

You’ll never find peace, anymore, anywhere.

Later passing by a TV store, you see

on the news, someone has died.

That person was lying on a bench.

You wonder who, with blood on your hands.

You have been driven INSANE, far gone.

Tick, Tock, Tick,Tock.

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

The day was done, and you have had your fun.

 

1.I decided to publish my Emotion poem.

2.I chose the emotion of Insanity because I am able to describe this emotion better than some others that I’ve read before.

3.The tone of my poem is Insanity.

4.The theme of my poem is that Insanity can cause you to do things that you don’t want to do and feel things you don’t want to feel.

5a.”It’s like an endless void, that you can’t escape.” This type of figurative language is a simile. This figurative language contributes to the tone and theme development by leaving the reader with a sense of being lost and trapped.

5b.”It makes you feel nothing at all, lost emotions,” This type of figurative language is a sensory detail. This sensory detail contributes to the tone and theme development because it causes the reader to feel a sense of emptiness.

6a. I changed meaning to purpose because it is a more affirmative word that gets the point across in the poem.

6b. I changed there to on a bench because it gives the reader a sense of being able to look through the narrator’s eyes.

  1. It was easy to write this poem because I have gone through experiences of very temporary moments of insanity before so I know how it feels. I also found it easy to write this poem because I have done some research on what people who are insane feel in their mind.
  2. I am satisfied with my final draft because it turned out to be very descriptive of my emotion and it will give you the feeling of being in the narrator’s place and how the narrator feels.

Stand Tall

By: Noor Alam

Walking to work is a hardship.

Men bark at women as if they are cats.

Heads high, backs straight, continue.

I too deserve the right to be noticed as a human.

I too deserve to walk to work without tears flooding my eyes.

I too. You too. Us.

We strive for better.

We deserve better.

Stand tall with heads high backs straight.

Continue. Onward.

We deserve to wake up with the thought that today is going to be a good day.

Yet no matter what battles we are fighting on the inside and outside,

We stand tall with heads high and backs straight.

Continue. Onward.

My School

By: Sarah Zapata

It is hard to believe

That in less than a year’s time

This place will be my school

I walk through the large hallways

There are paintings on the walls

They are so colorful and bright

There are paintings of students

They are running

Jumping

Talking

A sweet aroma draws my attention away from the beautifully decorated walls

It is coming from the school store…

A nice woman greets us at the door

Her smile is soft and kind

She hands us a bowl of cookies

And says, help yourself

I savored every bite of those delicious confections

When I was done

I licked the gooey, melted chocolate off of my fingers

Where is everyone going?

The gym?

The guests filed into the bleachers

And looked on expectantly

As the high-schoolers finished the last of their preparations

They’ve started…

They’re dancing!

Amazing

Their movements are so graceful and free

I can feel myself moving to the lively beat of the music

I wish that I could stay here forever

But we have to leave eventually

We’re loading into the buses

To head back to the middle-school

But first, I steal one last look behind me

At that grand school not unlike a palace

It is hard to believe

That in less than a year’s time

This place will be my school

Laila Robinson Block 1

Innocents Are Shot

By:Laila Robinson

 

Rain is pouring out of parents eyes

Children scream for help

Society is shocked

Someones child,bestfriend,brother and sister has been shot

Blaming the laws

Blaming the world

How could you not

The shooter is ill

Thoughts are sick

But breathing even though his soul is dead

Maybe just maybe it’s a cry for help

But that’s not an excuse

Maybe if it was someone else it would’nt be

The Happiest Place On Earth

By: Elise Geller

I walk down the welcoming streets

The warm Orlando sun shines down

Children are laughing and talking

A crowd stops as a parade goes by

It smells sweet as we pass restaurants

We stand in a long line for a ride

The ride launches and I feel a huge blast of wind

There is loud music because the ride is called Rockin’ Rollercoaster

As we go around loops I hear screams

Once the ride finishes we go out to eat

The smell of food fills the air

Once our food arrives we finish it very quickly

When night falls we go to watch the fireworks

BOOM! CRACK!

The fireworks are very bright and colorful in the night sky