Fallen tree

lays in the branches

of another.

Ode to Red Candle

In silent darkness,
I walked,
then it screamed,
suddenly,
and brightly,
on the invisible desk.

So small,
but so bold,
it takes,
my deep fears,
away-
into the night.

Ode to a Brown Leaf

brown

dark brown

rustling in the wind

like a tumbleweed

for the forests

everybody stepping on you

for you are a soldier

just escaping death

charging with the wind

or playing dead until

you are picked up again

waiting for the right moment

then launching yourself

out of a tree

like a sky-diver,

but for war with no parachute

and then you stop moving

because you were shot

and having to be amputated

for your spine was destroyed

and you are paralyzed

never going to move again

and to be pushed around

for a while

after you die

Chris H.

Life Before Death

Sunshine in a blizzrd,
all we are is sunshine in a blizzard.
What will it take for us to be more
something I'm not sure.
Sunshine in a blizzard,
nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.
So far away, no time to say goodbye.
Sunshine in a blizzard,
flowing with the flow of time,
I'm so scared even though I'm
Sunshine in a blizzard

War is Hell

Marther Luther King said "I have a dream"
and in Lincoln's hands laid slaves holding their fate.
Through the war was broken a blinding wall.
The light came through and their hearts were no longer dark
and who's was the fault to blame?

I ask you, what is guilt if there was no blame?
For what is a student without a dream?
For where would we stop before the world grows dark?
For the burden of the children will lead us to our fate.
And I woke up in the 4th vigil and stood above the wall.

For boundaries do not stop me, neither will that wall.
And even Thomas Paine cried that we were not to blame.
My mother is love and freedom is my fate.
Will I be crushed by others or shall I continue to dream?
Samson was a hero yet his heart was still dark.

George Washington was a general and a man without a dream.
And when there was no hope, came Grant and gave us our fate.
And he spoke "when the enemy attacks build me a stone wall."
War came and came again just like light to dark.
Let it be said again "all war is hell" when there is no one to blame!

by Elmo

Headache

This, this monstrosity

that is in my head

smashing all the rooms

in it breaking glass

and destroying the walls

attacking me from the inside

There are animals throwing

a wild party and hurting

me through my head

not leaving until

i go to sleep

when i wake up

It is still there throwing

the biggest house party

of the year until

i finally say enough

and send in the police

to break it up

then the are finally

Gone

Chris H

Mirror Image

Who are you?
Look in the mirror
and tell me if what you see,
is really you.

Do you see yourself,
or someone else
that took the place,
of who you used to be?

That's not the reflection,
that was there before.
So figure out who you are,
not who you pretend to be.

The Sacrament of my Mind

My thoughts hit my mind
like rocks on a cobble stone street while I sit and think.
I ponder or admire the power I could have.
My creativity fuels my lust for fame. My word can change a heart.
Turn a demon into an angel and an angel into a demon.
I am at a perfect balance. Although I may shift to one side now and again this power that kindles inside
can persuade me and with this power I will speak.
From the Valley of Death to Kingdom Come I will be heard.
I will climb the tallest mountain.
I will stand where the blood stains the igneous and where the battered skulls camouflage with the immaculate snow.
There is where I will shout. So that every word I speak
has a touch of heaven and hell that rains out.
But until that day I will sit here pondering or admiring the power I will have.

by este r.

Obsession

whats this obsession with bodies

I don't get it

girls want these perfect model bodies,

but why cant they celebrate and love their own

I know this because I am one of those girls

with that fantasy

why cant we just focus on school,

our families and our interests

so tell me why because I cant seem

to find the answer in myself

By: Natalia Peña

STATUE

I am a gold statue
standing still
waiting for someone to win
not caring who except
when a person wins me
and puts me with many
other statues saying
i am just
another

I am not important to others
because i am not solid gold
just copper with gold paint
the only that will appreciate me
is the one who wins
for the first time and he saying
that he is a winner

I build up his esteem
and that is what is
important. I have
to stand still and
am only won, put in a
dark room unless
he has a celebration
and i feel good
about myself

Chris H.

Life: Modeled

Life is a molding clay
you shape it any way you like
It is something that is so unique
it is what can only come once.
You can do whatever you want
you could make something wonderful.
Then the pot is made
and admired by all who see it.
It's like the priceless porcelain
everyone wants but cannot have.
Then it will eventually break or be replaced
But in the end you can't fix it.

by Ricky G.

I am me...

I am curious George

I am the brightest light in the world

I am a prodigy

I am a sweet pie

I am a world of mystery

I am a tunnel of excitement

I am a pencil waiting to write

No I'm not

I'm just me

I am,
an unpredictable experiment,
not easy to handle.
A handful of lemon,
or a stubborn rock.
A bull that acts when it wants to,
not easy to train.
A eagle that doesn't feed off crumbs,
but confiscates its food from its prey.
I'm a predator without its prey,
because I desire the impossible.
I'm a steel door that won't open.
A double-edged sword that penetrates hearts.
I am a storm in the mist of peace,
and a wave in a still stream.
I am what I am

Ripped Drop


i was a puddle
waiting to be evaporated
but i got stepped in and splashed
i rippled and broke
and some of my raindrops ripped off me
i hoped to reunite with them in a cloud
but it started to rain again
and my raindrops came back to me.

I Got to Go

i slipped on my shirt

over my back

it gripped my torso

i put on my jeans

and they hugged my legs

the silver petals of my ring

held on to my finger my socks

cuddled with my toes my shoes were begging

to beat up the ground

i grabbed my ipod

and the headphones

yelled music into my ears

i looked at the clock

as it was chewing away time i had to go

so the door threw me up.

Lonely Key

In my room,
it still sits, on my bureau
holding most of my memories.
Opening the same door,
it was used for ten years,
and it grew tired.
Now it rests, lonely,
giving me no lock to open,
having no reason for it to be.

Love Triangle

I am a rose ready to be certain
waiting to be right with the world
It started when I saw you
seeing your every move
the more I stared at you
the more I hated you
then in a blink of an eye
I fell for you
turning my hate into love
unexpectedly, not wanting to
I hate you for making me like you
then there's the other
absorbing my every thought
putting doubts in my head
Are you the one?
No.
Could you be?
Maybe?
I used to be certain till I met you
I like you
No him
I like you a lot
But in the back of my mind
I see him
coming back fiercely
I know I should just pick one
But in my heart I
I'm the rose ready to be straightened
by Mali G.

Pencil Mark

Some people that come in my life
Treat me like a piece of paper
They grab a pencil,
And leave a mark on me
This paper gets used
Over and over again
It gets thrown away,
Crumpled,
Ripped,
Torn,
And sometimes even forgotten
Today is one of those days………
Darlyn E.

The Star

Stars are falling from the sky
All of them
Shooting from all directions
Except one

Why is that star there?
Why won’t it leave?
It’s stuck there
In the air
All alone

Like a man at sea
In a tiny boat
Surrounded by water
No land in sight

Or a child lost in a mall
Surrounded by faces
Trying to find his mother
But no one will help him

Is that star like me?
Am I stuck in my own little world?
Am I that man at sea?
Am I that lost child?
Why am I stuck here?
Wherever here is
And who will help me?

By Samantha M.

I on Day 2
I am...
a twig but
stronger than a redwood tree
a blanket of the
first winter snow
a driver
racing the Daytona 500
a group of 50 people
scattering when a volcano blows
a baby iceberg floating
away form Antarctica

I am
a dark and narrow path
a worm out of the
ground as it rains
a patch of woods
struggling to move away
a laboratory always
being used for experiments

Chris H.

What I am

This is what I am

I am a bomb about to explode

I am a lion, hear me roar

I am a robot programmed for one thing

I am a soldier strapped for battle

I am a pencil ready to write all over you

Gerald D

SEALED LIPS

You’re getting ready for your date
You take a shower
Try on more than ten outfits
Before you find the perfect one
You style your hair
You than start putting on your makeup

You have blush, mascara,
And eye shadow on
It’s almost seven o’clock
Which means your date is on his way
So you put on your shoes and jewelry
Spray some of your mom’s most expensive perfume

Then to top it all off
You put something on that shimmers
You always have it with you:
Moisturizing raindrops
Shiny silk feel, and
Cherry red flavor is on
And by the time your date drops you off
You hope for it to be gone

BY: HILARY C.

Old Teddy Bear

I am an old teddy Bear
My owner loves me face to face
But when her friends come over I am a disgrace
Is that your teddy bear they ask
No she replies
Then why is it here and why does it have no eyes
It’s my sisters she said as she throws me in
The corner
I close my eyes feeling hurt and crying like
A mourner
when her friends’ leave she picks me up and hugs me
I feel so ugly
Why does she always have to lie
I feel used and used and I don’t know why
Every time this happens I want to cry
By Samantha M.

About him…


I wonder!
It’s confusing!
I like him or not
It’s weird!
Sometimes I get mad or get happy
I just want him to be him
It’s not me, it’s him!
I want him to be mine
It’s weird but were friends
But I want more than that
Life is unfair
I’m willing to take that
He picks up my phone but I get nervous
I feel weird talking to him
Sometimes
But I can’t get him off my mind
When I hear his name,
It makes me what to jump off the chair and scream his name out!
FELIX!

By: YANELL A.

The Picture to Remember

I am…
A picture on the wall
By myself next to a friend
Scared to take the picture
Not feeling to take it
Happy and now, I’m putting it in MySpace
Pretty in the picture but my friend, he’s alright
Cool taking a picture with him
He doesn’t like it
But I do
He doesn’t want me to put it on MySpace but I’m willing to take it
He’s mad at me
I love it!
I really don’t want to take it off
It remembers that perfect day we had together

By: YANELL A.

Love
I found my mate
Like a fish in water
Looking in your eyes
I found everything I craved for
Like the cherry in a chocolate bonbon
Like spring fever
I found my mate

Natalie V.

COLD

I am so cold
My toes are trembling and shaking
So mystified by the strong wind
Hitting my face especially my dry chin
Walking in the night with no sunlight
To heat me up and keep me warm.

By: Edward M.

Welcome to our online collection of poetry!

Students: your goal is to post at least 1 poem and 1 positive comment on our group site this term. Here are the ground rules: 1) all posts must be teacher-approved final drafts 2) all poems should use figurative language and sensory imagery 3) comments can be constructive criticism, but all must be positive 4) all comments must be thoughtful, and give more than a simple opinion 5) all posts must have your complete first name and the first initial of your last name.

The goal of this site is twofold: 1) to celebrate and share our poetry with our school community and the world 2) to learn and grow as poets from the poetry of our peers.

Good luck and start posting!