The Game

 

By: GraysonStiles

 

I step back and shoot

this shot is for everything

the trophy is mine.

3 secconds are left

the whole building goes silent

I bring home the gold.

They pass me the ball

the game is now in my hands

I have won the game

Champions

By: Brooke Sohn

Sitting on the cool, blue mat with my second family

The bright colorful strobe lights hit out faces

Suddenly the lights began to dim leaving only a bright light on the enormous stage

The announcer starts to speak with a loud, clear voice  

He starts with sixth place

The disappointment in their faces brought me closer to excitement

Sitting in a circle with my eyes closed, clenching onto my friends hand

The rumbling voice calls up the last two finalists

I stand next to my friends and glare at the other team

Out in the stands parents and coaches bite their nails in what is soon to come

As we were sitting there, you could feel the floor vibrating.

Cheer Extreme Thunder he announced

Jumping up and down full of excitement

Tears of joy streaming down our faces

Gold and blue confetti shooting everywhere

The crowd stands to their feet and cheers for us

Walking into the room labeled champion with blaring music playing as we enter

I walk up to fitting ring table and hold out my right hand

The cold metal against my index fingers sends goosebumps to my arms

Shivers travel up my spine and I close my eyes and smile with satisfaction

 

Reflection questions:

1.The type of poem I wrote was a Sensory detail poem.

2.I chose to do this event as a sensory detail poem because there is a lot of imagery in the event, there was see, touch, and hear all throughout that day. 3.The tone of my poem is triumph and joy

4.The theme of my poem is stay focused and don’t underestimate yourself.

5.One example of a sensory detail is “ The bright color strobe lights hit our faces” this would be a see sensory detail. Another example of a sensory detail is “ the cold medal against my index fingers sends goosebumps to my arms” this would be a touch sensory detail.

6.I could reverse this poem by putting my feet in my competitions shoes and I could make my poem about losing if I was the other team. Another way I coulds reverse my poem is if I recorded the part where I actually competed and not the winning part.

7.It was easy because this event was not that long ago so I have a clear vision of what happened.

8.I am very satisfied because I think it came out great with a lot of senses.

 

Twister : By Elijah F

Look at the gray sky

Raindrops falling in large drops

Landing on the ground

 

Thunder clapping loud

Lightning breaking through the sky

Electrifying

 

Wind is picking up

Swirling in a large spiral

Forming a twister

 

Cold winds picking up

Lifting me off of the ground

Dropping me up high

We hope for a day

By:Sydney Andrea

We hope for a day when children can play,

Safe and free from harm.

Where lockdown drills remain just drills,

A future where no childrens lives are lost.

No more parents mourning their children,

Whos lives were taken from them.

No more bullets shattering across a school floor.

Our youth protected now and forever more.

Guns running through the halls,

Angels of death, terrifying to all.

Time is running out, tic, tic, tic.

No blood stained across the school brick.

A future with no lives lost in our schools,

No children scared on their morning cummute.

We hope for a day when our children can play in their currently deadly schools.

 

The Small Moments of Life

Dori Bruno

The Small Moments of Life

Sitting in a car with all of your friends

Windows rolled down

Wind whisking through your hair

Your favorite song blasting

While everyone in the car is singing at the top of their lungs

Feeling of genuine glee

Being overwhelmed by pure delight

The aroma of fresh, summer air

When you can’t stop smiling

You’re laughing so hard that your stomach starts to hurt

You think to yourself

If I could stay in this moment for the rest of my life

I would

All your problems suddenly disappear

When you’re filled with optimism

Filled with love

Filled with pure joy

Then the sun starts to set

And the sky becomes breathtaking

Different colors painted perfectly

While looking at perfectly painted sky

You think to yourself

Life is magnificent

Isn’t it?

 

Poetry Publication Reflection

 

  1. I published a sensory detail poem.
  2. I chose this event as the basis for my poem because there was so many little things that made this moment feel special and I felt I could describe all those special moments in sensory details.
  3. The tone of my poem is joyful.
  4. The theme of my poem is that even small moments in life like car rides and sunsets are magnificent and we shouldn’t take those moments for granted.
  5. “You’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt.” (Imagery because you feel it and it shows how happy I was because I couldn’t stop laughing.)
  6. I revised this poem by changing “When you’re filled with hope” to “When you’re filled with optimism.” Because I felt that hope was too much of a basic word, and optimism is a little bit more complex. I also changed “smell” to “aroma” because I felt the word aroma is very pleasant and describes how I feel about summer air.
  7. It was pretty easy writing this poem because I have a strong love for little moments in life like this one.
  8. I am very satisfied with my final draft because I believe it really makes the reader feel like they are in that moment, and I believe they can picture that moment when I was in the car. I also feel like the reader can make the sunset into whatever they want and can picture what it looks like in their head.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

The Babbling Brook

The Babbling Brook

By: Rishi Bhogaraju

 

  1. The calm, peace of the trees 
  2. The soothing melody of the brook
  3. The fresh, sweet air, spread throughout the woods
  4. Calm, as the peaceful, babbling brook
  5. The sweet song of the bird
  6. Singing from the treetops
  7. The sound of a deer, rushing through the trees
  8. The cricks of a cricket
  9. Calm, as the babbling brook
  10. As I sit back and watch
  11. The forest envelops me with its peace
  12. Leaving me peaceful, like the babbling brook
  13. Pensive as the lake, peaceful as a tree
  14. These are the woods
  15. As the world is filled with strife
  16. Pain and sorrow everywhere
  17. The forest prevails
  18. Calm as the babbling brook

A Midnight Scare

By: Ashley Walters

 

A peaceful shadow

had settled over the room.

I blinked comfortably,

though unsure of why I was awake.

 

A whimper caused me to startle,

propping myself on my elbows.

A shadow circled by my feet.

I watched it grow closer.

 

Soft fur brushed my arms

and my vision was blocked by black.

I extended my hand,

not used to her affection.

 

I was struck suddenly

by how hot the room was.

She was panting

and nudging herself under my arms.

 

My eyes blinked rapidly as tears welled up.

Was this how it would end for her?

Tucked under my arm and overheated?

I pulled her closer,

shutting my eyes as I hoped for the best.

 

 

 

 

  1.  I published a sensory poem.
  2.  I chose this event because it was a very emotional time for me.
  3.  The tone of my poem is somber.
  4.  The theme of my poem is the time when I was afraid my dog was going to die.
  5.  Two examples of figurative language in my poem are “soft fur” and “how hot the room was.” “Soft fur” is touch imagery, and helps the poem by showing the reader the situation. “Hot hot the room was” is also tough imagery, and helps the poem by adding an undercurrent of being uncomfortable.
  6. Two ways I revised this poem is by changing “realized” to “struck” and “raised my head” to “startle.” Both of these revisions have negative connotations, and they fit better than words with neutral connotations.
  7. This poem was difficult to write because it was an event that was very personal to me.
  8. I am somewhat satisfied with my poem, because I like how the flow of the words works, but I do not think my word choice conveys the mood I had chosen.

Dream Date

By: Gaby Figueroa-Badel

  1. Strolling along the boardwalk,
  2. The crunch of sand bits under our shoes,
  3. A strong mix of scents fill the air,
  4. One of sweet fluffy clouds sold on a stick,
  5. Another of the tangy salt air,
  6. Both blown up in our faces,
  7. Playing a game of Tug ‘o’ War on our noses,
  8. Slowly parting from the sea of glowing neon lights, game music, and children yelling of joy,
  9. Soon enough,
  10. We’re standing right in the middle,
  11. Of where two exotic elements meet each other,
  12. Ginormous bubbles of the waves crashing down,
  13. Onto the powdery white sand,
  14. I let go of his grasp,
  15. Which had held onto me like the harness of a zipline,
  16. To immerse my toes into the cold mixture of the clear water and sand,
  17. I look up slightly blinded,
  18. By the big, bright, beaming star in the sky,
  19. As it slowly reaches down lining up with the ocean,
  20. Its rays bouncing up and down the water,
  21. I spin my head around only to find him staring straight at me,
  22. A crooked grin from ear to ear,
  23. The softest eyes looking deep within my soul,
  24. Beautiful lashes batting at mine,
  25. I smile back,
  26. Letting him know that everything happening is real,
  27. And not in his head,
  28. For it’s in mine,
  29. And I cherish every minute of it.

 

  1. I published a Sensory detail Poem

 

  1. I choose this event because it was a nice memory of a dream I had, and I figured that the beach had many chances to put in sensory details.

 

  1. I believe that the tone is empathetic.

 

  1. Enjoying and savoring wonderful moments, are a part of life that people should hold onto and be grateful for.

 

  1. The first example of figurative language is:
    1. “By the big, bright, beaming star in the sky,”
    2. The type of figurative language is alliteration.
    3. I believe that this line of figurative language contributes to the poem and  is a kind of reminder to the reader that everything about this poem is relaxing, and calming.

 

The second example of figurative language is:

    1. “Playing a game of Tug ‘o’ War on our noses,”
    2. The type of figurative language is personification.
    3. This type of figurative language contributes to the poem by really explaining to the reader how strong the scents are, and yet how they might be complete opposites, they are pleasant to smell.

 

  1. The first revision I made was:
  1. I changed “Sweet and fluffy clouds sold on a stick,” to “One of sweet fluffy clouds sold on a stick,”.
  2. I changed this line because I felt that the reader needed to know that I was only talking about to scents in the poem, and felt that, that was the best way to differentiate them. I also took out the “and” between “sweet” and “fluffy” because I did not think that it was needed.

 

The second revision I made was:

  1. Lines 7,8, and 9 were originally going to say “As we slowly part from the sea of, Bright, signs, game music, and people screaming, Joy after winning stuffed animals from games,”. I revised and edited those lines by typing line 8 as “Slowly parting from the sea of glowing neon lights, game music, and children yelling of joy,” and completely replacing line 9 with “Soon enough,”.
  2. I edited those lines because I think the ones before them were too intense and were nowhere near the peaceful setting I wanted in my poem. I also believe that the old line of 9 did not even contribute to the main idea of the poem.

 

  1. It was very easy to type up this poem because I already had half of the material written up, and even though I changed much of the content, I found that the words just keep flowing once you have a solid idea in mind, with many supportive details.

 

  1. I am very satisfied with my final draft because I consider myself a good writer. Whenever I start to write about a story that I’ve had in mind for awhile, it almost always comes out the way that I thought it would. That’s exactly what happened with my piece here, so I am happy with it.

A Saturday morning

By: Christine Jang

I slowly open my groggy eyes.

Swaddled by my feathery covers.

The murmur of each raindrop falling onto the hard rooftop

Fills my ears.

My colorless,

Yet simplistic

Room is dimmed by the half opened curtains,

Looking out to the gray sky and faintly painted clouds.

I pull my curly, coarse hair up like a bird’s nest.

My clumsy hand hovers over the cold, hard bed stand

Obtaining my awkward-fitting, smudged glasses,

That sits comfortably on my small nose.

The subtle sound of quiet breathing coming from my sister’s room

Fills the empty hallway.

Vigilant of making a loud noise,

Cautious of disrupting the peaceful silence of roaring stillness.

I walk down the narrow staircase,

My nose following the pervaded aroma of gingerly, warm honey tea.

The glimpse of the small living room lamp,

Reflects off my father’s glasses,

Who was rushing out of the house,

Grabs the keys with clashing rumble.

He looks up with a surprised and affectionate smile,

Kisses my cold, untouched forehead with a warm kiss.

The wooden, front door is creaked open.

The sound of the pouring hard rain emits through the whole, silent house.

Soon after, the door is closed.

Immediately hushing the interrupting buzz of the busy outside.

 

Reflection:

  1. I published a sensory detail poem.
  2. I chose a rainy Saturday morning as the basis of my poem because this was still a very vivid, clear, fond memory I could remember well.
  3. The tone of my poem is serene.
  4. The theme of my poem is that a memory does not have to be extravagant.
  5. a) “I pull my curly, coarse hair up like a bird’s nest”
  6. b) This is a simile because it uses the word “like” and is comparing my hair to a bird’s nest.
  7. c) This figurative language contributes to the tone and theme development by talking about an unimportant, daily part of a typical day contributing into a fond memory.
  8. a) “Swaddled by my feathery covers”
  9. b) This is personification because it uses a human action, swaddling, to describe a non-human object, the covers.
  10. c) This figurative language contributes to the tone and theme development by showing a calm, harmonious tone to add onto the serene tone and a daily action into peaceful memory.
  11. I changed “sound” to “murmur” because it shows a more calm, peaceful mood and a sensory detail to better understand the story.
  12. I added “empty” to hallway because it showed a more sight detail and added a neutral tone.
  13. This was a fairly easy poem for me to write because this memory was easy to remember and I was able to add much sensory detail within the story.
  14. I am satisfied with my final draft because it showed all the emotions and tone I was feeling while living the memory, and I am content with small, yet important exaggerated events that happened within the poem that helps give much detail.

Equality

Equality

By: Liliana Gines

 

“I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see why Democracy means, everybody but me.”

Equality cackles at me, for it’s nothing but a utopia for the rich, written on paper, nothing more

Our suffering is the source of their happiness

 

Representatives are my voice, my eyes, but they are not heard nor given a care in the world

For I am the invisible man, nonexistent, a statue that everyone passes by and no one sees

I scream with no sound and weep with no tears

For my voice has been taken and my tear ducts run dry

 

But I shan’t be a statue any longer!

I WILL be the change!

I WILL be the hope!

I WILL create the Promised Land!