Poetry
A Poem
by Sophia
A poem is a story lingering in your face.
But yet too delicate to touch
for fear of disrupting
its harmonious rhythm.
But yet a poem is stronger
than the greatest army.
The rhythm pulsing, growing
now slowing.
When the world comes to an end,
a poem will be the last sign of existence.
I, out of all others
think of a poem as a being.
It has its own soul.
Though it does not own a body
poems have a way of borrowing them
by getting enclosed in our body.
Then when we recite them
we pass them on
so that they get enclosed
in yet another body.
Poems can never be extinguished
their soul will live forever.
Take a Stand
by David
Herey! Herey
People & kitties
It's time to take a stand
One greater than a band
It's time to change
It's time to bang
To hoot & to clang
Yesterday something happened so sudden
This event shall never be good
On the double it happens so long & toiling
Worse than boiling
Click smash flip bang
The sounds of a horrible evil day
A day so bad we have to take a stand
For me and tou
& for old man Boo
I will tell you this instinct and for everyone
The day our mothers come into our room
They cast the evil gloom
& say
CLEAN YOUR ROOM
My Worst Enemy
By Robert
My very worst enemy is a horrible being,
You could never imagine such a foe,
It'll rush into my mouth with such terrible swiftness,
I won't even have time to scream, "NO!"
It'll attack me at my most happiful moment,
In all of the glorious day,
It'll do it in times and random places,
In December, or August, or May.
It'll push down my throat and I'll choke and strain,
And fall helplessly onto the floor,
I have no choice but to swallow my overcoming foe,
I'm already knocking on death's door.
I look up at my family, defeated by my foe,
And they're all looking down at me,
And that's the best lesson I've learned to this day,
Don't ever take a bite of broccoli!
I Hate it.
by DAVID P.
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It happens all the time
I hate it I hate it I hate it
My mom makes me do it every night
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It happens in my bed
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It makes me feel dead
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It happens a quarter to nine
I hate it I hate it I hate it
BEDTIME
by Sophia
A poem is a story lingering in your face.
But yet too delicate to touch
for fear of disrupting
its harmonious rhythm.
But yet a poem is stronger
than the greatest army.
The rhythm pulsing, growing
now slowing.
When the world comes to an end,
a poem will be the last sign of existence.
I, out of all others
think of a poem as a being.
It has its own soul.
Though it does not own a body
poems have a way of borrowing them
by getting enclosed in our body.
Then when we recite them
we pass them on
so that they get enclosed
in yet another body.
Poems can never be extinguished
their soul will live forever.
Take a Stand
by David
Herey! Herey
People & kitties
It's time to take a stand
One greater than a band
It's time to change
It's time to bang
To hoot & to clang
Yesterday something happened so sudden
This event shall never be good
On the double it happens so long & toiling
Worse than boiling
Click smash flip bang
The sounds of a horrible evil day
A day so bad we have to take a stand
For me and tou
& for old man Boo
I will tell you this instinct and for everyone
The day our mothers come into our room
They cast the evil gloom
& say
CLEAN YOUR ROOM
My Worst Enemy
By Robert
My very worst enemy is a horrible being,
You could never imagine such a foe,
It'll rush into my mouth with such terrible swiftness,
I won't even have time to scream, "NO!"
It'll attack me at my most happiful moment,
In all of the glorious day,
It'll do it in times and random places,
In December, or August, or May.
It'll push down my throat and I'll choke and strain,
And fall helplessly onto the floor,
I have no choice but to swallow my overcoming foe,
I'm already knocking on death's door.
I look up at my family, defeated by my foe,
And they're all looking down at me,
And that's the best lesson I've learned to this day,
Don't ever take a bite of broccoli!
I Hate it.
by DAVID P.
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It happens all the time
I hate it I hate it I hate it
My mom makes me do it every night
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It happens in my bed
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It makes me feel dead
I hate it I hate it I hate it
It happens a quarter to nine
I hate it I hate it I hate it
BEDTIME