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Ode to Family

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By Heather Sakmyster

Ode to Family

The rainbow after a storm

All the colors come together

Producing a whole relationship

Like the pot of gold that lies at the end

Your family is there always waiting for you

They are like the blanket

When a child is crying

The sun peeking out

After a long treacherous storm

While there is comfort

There is also competition

Each person like a poker player

Trying to win as many hands as possible

But in the end they come back together

There is also love

The love of God

The love like a ray of sunshine

Radiating and spreading onto everything

From the mother’s hug

To that crack of a smile

A family

Always by your side

Has a special bond that is unsurpassable

 

 

1. The type of poem I typed is an Ode.

2. I chose family as the subject for my ode because my family is very important to me.

3. The tone of my poem is compassionate.

4. The theme of my poem is family is a very important part of a person’s life

5.

A) “The rainbow after a storm” is a metaphor that shows that family helps calm you after a hard time just like a rainbow is calming after a bad storm

B) “They are like the blanket when a baby is crying” is a simile that shows that a family is like a blanket in a sense that it calms you when you are feeling down.

6.

Revision 1) One revision I made was changing “reaching” to “radiating”.

Another revision I made was changing “wonderful” to “unsurpassable”.

7. It was a little difficult writing this poem because it was hard coming up with comparisons for figurative language.

8. I am pretty satisfied with my final draft because I feel like it represents my tone and theme pretty well.

First Burger

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By Jason Sumner

The lot was old

and sprinkled with weeds

just like their buns topped with sesame seeds.

I could not hold the hunger and excitement within

as I passed the trash bin.

As I moved to the front of the line

I took no time

to order what was mine.

 

As I carry my tray to the table

my mouth waters with the scent of fresh basil.

As I sink my teeth into the burger

the juices flow out like the the blood from a murder.

I hear lettuce crunching

and I continue munching.

This was my first burger

that satisfied my hunger.

 

 

finns story , by finn

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One day Camren and I were playing

lacrosse . We were having a good time.

We were practicing next to the freedom

Players. We would do some drills then

we would go get the balls after we’re done,

or if we ran out of balls. We had one ball

left and I was deciding if I should go get

the balls or if I should wait till Camren shot

the ball. I chose to go and get the balls.

I was walking to go get the balls from

behind the lacrosse net and I heard

Camren yell my name and I turn my

head around and I see “a lacrosse ball

flying toward me like a car going down

the highway” and I could not get out of the

way in time so I was like “a deer in the

headlights of a car” It hit me in the back of the

leg and it felt like “I got hit by a metal rod”.

Camren ran over and I looked at the back

of my leg and there was a big welt the “size

of a baseball”.

 

A Day At The Beach

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By:Veronica Burns

A Day At The Beach

I woke up early in the morning

Trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes

The sun shone extremely bright,

I walk to the beach with my family

My flip flops echoing through the dunes and the waves reverberating back to me

The sun beating down on me

I long to be in the waves

The sand, plush yet course on my feet

Washing away in the salty, velvety ocean tide

The sunscreen, leaving my body sticky

I submerge under the now, crashing wave

My body tumbling and twirling

The ocean pushing me around like a dog with a toy

Not knowing which way is up, I struggle to break free of the ocean that is holding me hostage

Finally, I meet the salty air

My hair is crusty with sand and salt

My throat is on fire because of the salty water

A strong salty taste lingers on my lips

I run back through the wet, spongy sand

To the bright umbrella to tell my family about what had just occurred

The unpleasant turn

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By Tyler Smith

The unpleasant turn

As I sit on the

Soft silky sand , I watch

the quiet wave come hurtling in.

I could smell the salty mist of the

Ocean. Then I look around to see

nothing but water and a small bird

running along the shore looking for

something to eat. Then suddenly I see a Red

Crab sneak up on the brid like a cloud

Sneaking up on the sun. Crack! I could

hear the birds bones being ripped , you could

see water stained with the blood of

the bird…  

The Rivalry

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by Ryan Knight

 

The Rivalry

 

I wake up Sunday morning and I know it’s going to be a good day,

The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and everyone is smiling on their porch,

I pull out my cold phone to make sure my fantasy football lineup is perfect,

I was as nervous about the game as someone that gets stuck on an elevator,

Before I watch any football, I have to go to church,

Church felt the most long it has ever felt but after a couple hours, I’m home,

When I get home, I make a delicious toasted, ham, and cheese sandwich,

I take a seat in my usual spot on the couch and get ready to watch some football,

I see my players start to rack up some points for my team,

My lead on Peter starts to grow and grow until it starts to look like it’s over,

When some people start to realize the upset my phone starts going “Ding!”,

Fast forward to the end of the night and I ended up beating Peter by almost 50 points,

I never slept so well that night knowing I had won the most important game of the season

  1. I chose a Sensory detail Poem.
  2. I chose a Sensory detail Poem because I think sensory detail poems are more entertaining and more enjoyable to read.
  3. The tone of my poem is victorious.
  4. The theme of my poem is even if the odds are against you, never give up.
  5. “I was as nervous about the game as someone that gets stuck on an elevator” This is a simile and chose this type of figurative language to explain as thoroughly as I can what I felt at the time. “The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and everyone is smiling on their porch” This is imagery and I chose this type of figurative language so people will understand more of the vibe that Sunday morning.
  6. One way I revised my poem was I added “cold” to line three to activate the feel sense. Another way I revised my my poem was I added line four so I could have as much figurative language as I could.
  7. This poem was fairly easy to wright because I have a lot of experience in this type of writing.
  8. I am very satisfied with my final draft because I added four out of the five senses and I added multiple examples of figurative language.

4, Ehring

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The very pleasant beach

Was no more after the red

Water in the beach

 

The wild thunder

Roared as the day grew past

The long nights died out

 

The ocean rising

People screaming as it grew

Tsunami splashes

 

The lively forest

Croaking in woods river flows

Animals talking

 

The Piano

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By: Marissa Vicchio

Days on end, I speak beautifully,

producing sounds of anger, happiness, and fear,

but that is up to Elle.

Some days I want to feel happy and joyful,

producing cheerful noises,

but that is not up to me.

Elle is my best friend.

Every time she moves her warm and gentle fingers up and down my greasy and stiff keyboard,

I can always hear her fingers touching and tapping to the music.

Tomorrow I turn 107 years old.

My ivory keys are slowly turning yellow,

and some of my keys are hard and stiff,

needing maintenance and tuning,

but I still produce elegant music.

This past year Elle has rarely visited me,

but I patiently sit still waiting.

All I hear is the time ticking and tocking, as if it is slowly getting louder trying to haunt me.

I become anxious and scared,

wondering if Elle will come and visit.

I long to see Elle’s face one last time before she goes off to college,

but that is not up to me.

Demons don’t hide forever

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Jade Ocasio

Block 4, Ehring

It feels as if everything is swallowed by darkness

Everything breaks down, falling to pieces

All of your joyfulness and happiness shatters like glass

You are a never ending thunderstorm

Not understanding why your brain is wired this way

Monsters rise from the darkness and put you under their control

Your balance of good and bad has shifted

You break down and hurt yourself to get through the emotional pain

You try to show those around you that you are happy,

But sooner or later all of your demons claw their way out

You start to feel like your soul is locked away

Depressed feelings can destroy your soul,

To where you feel nothing

These feelings take control of you and lock you away into your own hell

The depressed thoughts/feelings taking over are like a fire,

Getting worse, getting bigger by the minute

My depression is a never ending hole that is leading me to a mysterious

Ending.

 

Reflection:

  1. The poem I decided to publish is an emotion poem.
  2. I chose an emotion poem because I have been diagnosed with depression and writing about it helps me get it out of my system.
  3. The tone of my poem is depressing.
  4. The theme of poem is depression can be a strong emotion that can take over your brain.
  5. “You start to feel like your soul is locked away” This is personification. This piece of figurative language shows how powerful depression can be. “All of your joyfulness and happiness shatters like glass” This is a simile. This piece of figurative language expresses how your happiness can disappear from you in an instant.
  6. I changed “covered” to “swallowed” because I thought it would have a stronger feeling to the poem. I changed “as if you are happy” to “those around you that you are happy” because it was more specific for the reader.
  7. This poem was really easy for me to write, because I have a really good understanding of depression.
  8. I am so happy with how my final draft came out, because Ipoured my heart out and expressed how depression has affected me personally.

Telescope: by Aiden perez

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I was looking at the man,

I could tell he got a spray tan.

Looking through my telescope,

I could hear the chair croak.

He stole my striped socks,

They were soft but he had chicken pox.

He was reading a book,

I couldn’t help but look

Through my telescope.

 

The man look strange

Looking down the range

I got up and he saw me

I was gonna go pee

He picked up his cane

And looked through is scope

And shot…BANG!

I could feel the bullet in my leg

I fell down and bled

I could see my telescope

And he dragged me to his house

And ate my head like a cantaloupe.