Pal O’ Mine
A limerick by Rachel Williams
Soccer There once was a man named John
Free verse Who you would always find mowing his lawn.
By Devin Whitney Tall or short grass, he would give it a sneer
Out came old faithful John Deere.
I love soccer Oh how that man would mow till dawn.
It’s a fun sport to play Working was his game
Dribble, dribble, and pass Staying active was his name.
Run down the field
To go outside or to the store
Past the other players
He would always say he had to do more.
To their side
But no activity done would be the same.
They try to take the ball from you
Working for all those years
Or kick it back a crossed
Pass the ball to your teammates The end for him nears.
Don’t let it go out Resting in the evening and at night
The defense you have to worry about Trying to do the things he used to with all his might.
They will block you at all costs Only whispers from him we hear.
They will dive and slide On a cold summers day
Kick and hit The wind took him away.
But if you make it past For he had cancer
You have a shot And there was no enhancer.
The goalie is their only defense On the bed cold he lay.
The crowd says shoot
You take your aim and
A limerick by Steven Starke
My Best Friend
What can I say
By James Woods Free Verse
About that horrible day
That stupid mutt When me and my cousin went to the park
Half a foot tall A couple of hours before dark
That stupid mutt I believe it was around the end of May
Half Mexican, Half rat
That stupid mutt I ollied off a box
Licking at the speed of light Man I wish my skateboard had shocks
That stupid mutt I fell on my back
Jealous of my wife (My fat cat) And I heard a loud crack
That stupid mutt I would have rather got the chicken pocks
Always when I’m home
That stupid mutt I limped to the car
Clacking through the house And mom took me to the ER
That stupid mutt I went to get an X-ray
I needed pins, but not that day
Balling in my lap
The nurse said there might be a scar
That stupid mutt
Sleeping at my side
I had a cast up to my knee
That stupid mutt But to get out of school, that’s not really the key
Forcing me awake I didn’t have to go to school
That stupid mutt But, I also couldn’t go in the pool
Couldn’t live without him ? Now do you see what happened to me ?
By: Zarah Bathrick America’s Game
By Devon Disorda
You’re still gone
WHISTLE!!! The game is on!
No matter how hard I try
Off the line strong and hard
I miss you extremely Quarterback, scattering ‘til the ball is gone
Even when I lie Tackle, tackle, hitting hard
You’ll never return The question is who’s got the ball?
No matter how long Running, running, running as fast as lightening
Through each hole
You’re gone, just gone
So intense, oh so frightening
Forever and on The 20, the 30, the 40, the 50…
I see you everywhere Go kid go!
In pictures Oh no not the D-backs
My dreams Lurking back field
Seeing the running back
At your grave
They all start to yield!
I still love you very much Juking left and right
I do love you, I do but you can’t be here Oh my gosh what a sight!
Today, tomorrow He’s going almost to the goal
For months years Makes the game finish win
He decided to do…
A football roll.
I’ll love you forever
Till I am gone as well
An Ode By Isabelle Dewsbury
Fire Whistling through the trees
An Extended haiku by Chelsea Krause Carrying the bees
Filling empty spaces
Whizzing by at races
Fierce, bold, and wild
You keep me cool in summer heat
The crackling noises steaming Surrounding me from head to feet
Making a pathway You are never seen
But always there
Bright vibrant colors You’re warm, You’re cold
Buildings burning into ash You’re still, You’re silent
Steaming hot ash Keeping oxygen
For when I need to take a breath
You’re like smoke
Billowing and grey Impossible to grasp
Eating wood, grass, and buildings Without you
Hazy and smoky I would be no more
Holding the gravity, so you’re holding me to
Blazing through fields We fill you with poison
But we don’t mean to hurt you that way
Sparks eating up grasses
Spreading red blankets
Though you are nothing
You are everything to me
Flickering and igniting
Reduce to ashes
By Jack Bechdol Free Verse A free verse by Austin Babcock
Fix your own life Waiting for this time to come
Says the person Waiting stressfully all year
Whose life needs fixing People are excited
I try and I try, Kids are yelling, “Are you ready?”
But nothing works Since the time is here
We got on the floor
That is why
And do lay‐ups
I made it worse
As strictly cautious coach is watching closely
Then people find out
For the 15 kids who make it
And they don’t leave me alone
Then when we are all done
So they help me, but nothing works
We start to run rapidly like lions after their prey
So I go on with my life
So the coach knows the kids’ speed
And try to wish it all away The squeak of our shoes
But it comes back Cutting back and forth
Only worse than before From wall to wall
So I go to an adult Giving all you got
But nothing works Hoping for a spot
Says the person Now it’s time to shoot
Whose life needs fixing 2 pointers, 3 pointers and foul shots
This is where you take your precious time
Let the basketball
RIDING MY ADVENTURE Expertly roll off your fingers
ODE BY TYLER MATTICE Swishing through the net
Now it’s the end
The quiet sound when I wake up In the locker room
Walking down the stairs Waiting…
Going out to the shed For the coach to tell you if you made it
Seeing nothing but a dirt bike The pounding of hearts like cannon balls exploding
I take my key Worried
And start the engine
Which makes a sound “ BROOM BROOM “
Tryouts’ worst time
Then, I shift down and gas the throttle
My engine makes a sound like a lion
Nothing left behind
But a cloud of dust in the air
But into the nature where my fun has just begun
I see trees everywhere
And taste the fresh air
And smell the engine exhaust
Running through my nose
But fun is yet over
The fun has just begun.
Forever Young Heartbroken
An ode by Emily Shear An elegy by Jenna Walton
I wish that I were young again O dear grandfather,
To run again Your smiling face
For fun again Your soothing hands
To play all day No longer there
To comfort me.
And laugh to laugh Your voice
Because I can Never again
To fill me with glee.
Again. Tears fall like rain
I wish that I were young again As you are lowered
To your new home.
To point again Your garden
To stare again Never to bloom again.
I feel empty now
To scare again Alone and lost.
To yell again But I am not without hope.
For I know that someday
TO SCREAM AGAIN! I will be whole again
And that your memory will live on in my heart
Because I can and will again
I wish that I were young again
To run, for fun
To play, and laugh
To point and stare Green
To scare, and yell A Sonnet By: Kyle Phillips
Trees are big and green
They get cut to attract tourist
Because I can and will
By a giant massacre machine
And wish and hope To build a mall in a freezing forest
That I could be that free again, again. Trees keep the sun out
And people dry
When there is a drought
Or when a storm passes by
Trees won’t be around for a while
No more oxygen and stuff
Unless people change their style
And say oxygen is enough
I am proud to have trees
Keeping alive humans, animals, bugs, and bees!
A Free Verse by Michael Leto A free verse by Reed Mardon
Kick push kick push cost,
The wheels glide across the ground, The tricky triangle some call it
This is the sound of our sport, With notorious sharp turns
Pop, And long straight-aways
The board comes off the ground, With a checkered flag painted on the front stretch
Crunch I hit the floor,
And a 2:30 Sunday start time
I get back up to try again,
Unless rain turns it to a Monday
Pop swish a kick flip,
History made, Where double file racing heats up the race
A milestone set, Where part of the stands are chairs
A memory made, but the pain still there, And parts are bleachers
So you see it’s all about ambition, In the 6th race until the chase
I’ve seen pros doing these tricks a million times, On a 2.5 mile speedway
They’re so smooth so slick so superior, A 500 mile, 200 lap spectacle
They ride and slide on ramps like it’s a piece of ice,
Is set to take place
Just look at who we got,
Tony hawk The Bird Man, As race time approaches
Never afraid to break limits, And 43 cars roar to life
Ryan Sheckler is young, but a prodigy, As loud as a jet engine
So as you can see, And begin a motorsports marathon
We need the next generation, Which carries on for what seems like an eternity
To pick up in their footsteps With speeds that reach up to 200 miles per hour
Up in the Pocono Mountains
Medieval Times Where rain is always a possibility
Where with no lights
An Extended Limerick
Day racing is a must
by Nick Spisak In a place where two Sundays a year
NASCAR lights up Pennsylvania
There once was a very shy knight.
Who couldn’t get over his fright. Melodies of Music
A dragon to slay, A free-verse by Emily Buckley-Crist
But he ran away.
He let the whole town down that night. Rapid, lethargic.
Remember better times.
There once was a pretty princess.
Let it fill your mind.
Who had a great deal of stress.
She could not work it out, Fill the silence.
Make everyone halt.
She would always pout.
Whenever she lost in chess.
Make you wince if played wrong.
Makes you smiled when played right.
There once was a thrifty shoe maker.
Who tried to make a shoe for the baker. Appropriate for everything,
It had a huge rip, Funerals, weddings, birthdays, holidays.
If you search long enough, you can find a song for everything and everyone.
It was missing a strip.
That shoe was a big mistaker. Create.
There once was a rock with a sword. Or just listen.
Challenged to loosen it was a lord.
Bringing people together,
A fellow named Arthur, Or ripping them apart.
Got it out way farther.
Than anyone had done before. Forget everything,
Let it fill your mind.
The Art of Defeat: A Free Verse by Bridget Gettys Ugly
All I see are monsters Run, I am running
In my stupid, stupid head My breath is ripping into my open chest
Ripping My lungs catch fire and heave
Shredding I keep going
Tearing My heart is pumping
Taking my memories Breaking
My thoughts I can’t go on
My dreams I cannot breathe
Breaking them into pieces of nothing I stop
Pieces of stupid I lay
Idiotic debris I close my eyes
How can you be so ignorant? Drifting into silent oblivion
They ask Letting the
So strange? Mangled
So alien? Tangled
Stupid, stupid Ugly
Go away Monsters
Farther and farther Overtake me
Black oceans fill my head Beating my crouched, battered body
Spilling out my eyes and ears Letting my empty, stupid blood
Blocking out my stupid senses Be spilled
I can’t see Making my head spin
Or breathe My hushed self leaves my body
Where am I going? I am on the ground
The monsters are screaming I am defeated
Leave I am letting go
They say Letting the monsters
Go away Take me.
No one thinks you’re smart
You are nothing
Oh my head, my head
You are nothing
I am gone
I am running
They’re screaming again
Hate The Anticipation of Christmas
A free verse by Jena Nunziato A Free Verse by Nick Bush
I scold your eyes with the utmost intensity.
I make your heart burst.
It’s the eve before Christmas!
Leaving a gaping hole in your chest;
Hearts are intoxicated with the joy of the season!
I taunt you. I hurt you.
Unwrapped gifts, topped with shimmering bows, wait beneath
Making you lose all your faith, the tree.
In life, in any perpetual bliss. So much anticipation for the still young kid inside of me.
I leave you alone, surrounded by everyone. What gifts will I receive? Will they appeal to me?
They don’t realize your pain, they move too fast. I just can’t wait! Please? What will they be?
I cause your flaws, I am your imperfections.
The awful feeling I bring you, I eat your insides. Dad says it’s time for bed. Yet, I can‘t hit the sack!
You feel the tears burn, acid, running down your face. I’ll toss and turn for hours to come.
I judge you. I fill you. I just can’t stop thinking… about those radiant…dazzling
Then you can’t breathe. boxes:
You wish your lungs would just collapse. Especially the ones just for me!
You would no longer feel the sting of my presence. I’m really… not…that… t…i…r...e…d…
And the lingering of the state in which I leave you.
But your lungs continue working, Well, knock my socks off! It’s the crack of dawn. “Wake up!”
Your heart is always pumping. What do you say? No, not breakfast, not yet.
Even when I come and go, I am always equally appalling. It’s time for the rewards of my grand behavior!
You feel as if… Quickly! Look! This one’s for mom. That one’s for dad.
You’ll never be good enough. Unbelievable! This voluminous gift is actually for me!
Like… I can hardly take the excitement!
You’ll never do anything correctly.
Things look so vivacious and radiant:
I am the most repulsive passion.
The presents, the lights, the decorations on the tree.
I fill you with myself.
The aroma is majestic: pine boughs and wreaths,
Cherry wood crackling in the fireplace,
Winter Steam from hot cocoa we sip from our mugs,
A free verse by JESSICA LOSEE Mouthwatering, honey glazed ham soon to roast in the oven.
It’s the time of year It’s a house and a feast fit for a king.
Look! Out the window! Snow covered trees!
Some people enjoy my wintery winds Dancing around in the cool wintry breeze.
Others hate my shivery gusts Here comes the family, their noses so red.
There’s ton of holiday spirit And our out of town friends with cool hats upon their heads.
All this excitement! The noise is surreal!
People filled to the top
The music, the laughter, the commotion that surrounds me!
Or a scrooge ruining holiday fun It’s the craziest, most fun and wonderful day of the year!
You can run and jump into the frozen flying Yep! The best part of all: Christmas is finally here!
Or pack them into balls of ice
Simulate a war make signs of peace on the
Hot chocolate warms your soul
Fire crackles in every house
Blankets are counted by 2s
Families seem to gather
Exchanging gifts and love
No matter what religion there’s always
something to do
Hanukkah, Kwanza, Christmas, and more
Colorful lights everywhere
Flicking, flashing, fluttering
Spirit is everywhere
As we embrace the New Year
A Free Verse by Rachel Neumann
Jumping in the hall Home
Scared out of my mind
A Free Verse by Victoria Smith
Pacing back and forth,
Wanting to sprint away.
Her feet can move at rapid paces,
Older kids going in filling the air with oohs and ahhs.
Doing this before,
Or lengthen each movement,
And when they come back…
Precious pride filled their faces Making tear droplets fall from squinted eyes.
She finds comfort in this place,
I hear the eighth graders Of love, sweat and tears.
“You’ll do fine,” they whispered It could never let her down,
But ferocious fear framed my face
“You won’t do fine,” it said. It’s the only thing she trusts.
All she needs are her shoes,
I walk into the music room And her free spirits,
My legs like yarn, That’s enough for her hollow heart.
My feet cinder blocks
I sing and act my heart out The hymn’s of the bagpipes,
But the two teacher tormentors Will always be with her.
Say nothing at all The fast beat or slow beat,
A few weeks pass and the list goes up She won’t forget either.
I couldn’t look at it at first
Disappointment and envy filling my mind Her routines sound like wood peckers,
“You’re nothing but a little lonely loser” they Each empty tap,
sneered. Burrowing through the ground.
Her legs look like rocks on steroids,
But I looked at the list and saw my name
Each muscle highlighted,
My Drama audition a success
Once I saw Rachel Neumann: Police In a thick, carving line.
I didn’t care about the rest!! But on her toes,
She looks dainty,
As she springs about.
A free verse
She feels the feeling of being unwanted,
By Sydney Kane
Every time she faces the public,
But when she dashed home,
Hard and tough,
And throws on her shoes,
Physical like war.
She feels loved and safe,
Training every day.
Back into her dance once more.
Sweet smell of sweat.
Running up and down the field.
Dribbling in and out,
Passing to our team mates.
We can’t win without them.
Our team is more like a family.
Hot, cold, snow, rain,
We love the game.
Swish is the sound of a goal.
Victory is the best feeling.
A Haiku by Adam Boehlke Swoosh!
A Free Verse by Michael Campigno
Stream is tumbling
It was 42-41 us.
Long steady flow down the way
Flowing normally We had ball. Dribbling
up the court. The
rock was stolen!
Big small medium
Rolling rolling down the hill On the fast break
Like a memory and to the lay-up.
Now its 42-43 them.
Our ball now.
Puffy like a cloud
White like a sheet of paper Bounce, bounce, bounce
Melt like an ice cub Open in the corner.
Catch, shoot, swoosh buzz.
The buzzer SHOT.
Still like a big rock
Cut down to be manufactured Winning us the game.
Colorful like life 45-43
Small like a pebble
Soft like a blanket of snow
Clear as a glass
Ode to Trees A Free Verse By: Katie Semenick
An Ode by Chayse Bagbey The sound of sticky sneakers on the floor
It’s gum on your shoe
Your billions of leaves, People stretching like bungee cords
Waving in the sun Loud, chanting, cheering, clapping fans in the
The colors changing slowly, stands
Green to orange, red, and yellow. 4 best friends by your side
Only one can win
The wind blowing through you, Take off down the track
Shaking you about, Around the bend and down the corner
But still you stand tall, Feel the wind in your hair
Though your leaves blow around. Pass the others
Knees on fire
From bright to dull, Ticking time bombs
You are still beautiful You want to stop but you can’t
Even from day to night, Fast as a puma sprinting till the end
When you whisper to the moon. Neck and neck
We cut you down, You push to win
Cross the line
For things we need,
Fall to your knees
Falling like rain,
You still have one more lap to go said the official
To the ground.
Thank you trees,
For all you do,
Even though we abuse you.
American Heroes Life and death
An epic by Michael Parker A ballad by Miles Lukens
These are American heroes
They are mothers, and fathers People think violently and people think peacefully.
Sisters, and brothers Some people think both ways.
Sons, and daughters All things are used in both ways.
Most don’t control these things but are controlled by them.
They go away These things cause war and end it.
Days at a time
They can help people and demolish people.
To practice and prepare
They can sometimes be stopped and other times they will
For that frightful day
The day when they leave Unstoppable and stoppable as they always will be.
When they say good bye Destroying lives and rebuilding them.
To their friends and families Feelings of hatred and care.
And go over seas Always a chance to be one or another.
To fight for their country Sometimes these feelings and thoughts are permanent in
They stay for a year One a demon and one an angel.
But every minute it’s possible to die One of despair and one of hope.
Even in a car or at a base One dreadful and one helpful.
No matter where they are
One dark as the devil’s soul and one brighter than god’s heart.
No one’s safe
People think violently and people think peacefully.
Some people think in both ways.
But they do it anyways
To protect their families All things are used in both ways.
And anyone who can’t protect them self Most people don’t control these things but are controlled by
These are American heroes
An Extended Cinquain By Emma Mukha
A sonnet by Sherry Cady
Your eyes shined with love and affection Nice and Fluffy
I don’t want to walk away Sleet, Slush, Soft
Snow a lot
Heartbreak can’t compare to rejection
I want you to stay
The stitches aren’t there Ice
Still no one will compare Very cold
Crystal, glaze, diamond
Even though you pulled the thread and took the repair
Melts in a while
My love for you remains rare
I know your heart throbs with pain Rain
Yet I feel the same Fall, pour, drizzle
Rains for a while
Our love still remains
I understand I’m to blame
My love for you was always true Leaves
All I want is my life with you Fall of the tree
Red, Orange, Brown
Settle on ground
A free verse by Ryan Perrotte
Trees are cut down Where My Father Lies
Tall but not many
Fun for climbing An epic by Thomas Hancock
Dangerous if struck
High but not to high
O tell me great oracle
Green, what earth should be
Not brown or black Where does my father lie?
Fun for monkeys of all sorts Is he dead is he alive?
Cape Cod, Indianapolis, New York
Will I need to sail across the seas?
Connected to the ground
Sways in the wind like a person waving goodbye Or fly across great lands
White and blue is what the sky should be I will go anywhere to any place
Math, English, Social Studies, and Science
Defeat any monster or villain
Whack! I hit a house To know where my father lies.
Branches break in the blizzards I will run like a cheetah,
My branches fly up into the sky
Swim as a fish,
I have a few branches
Clouds soar above me, gray or white I will be a hawk with keen eyes
Pencils, firewood, paper, soccer, football, and baseball To find where my father lies,
I see the game going on If he is under ground, in a cave
I will dig as a worm,
To see where my father lies
An Extended Haiku by Sarah Rhodes
O tell me great oracle
Please tell me oracle
Snowflakes are peaceful.
Is he dead is he alive
Some snowflakes fall down lightly,
Where O where
Collecting onto trees,
Where does my father lie?
Soft on hands and feet,
Beautiful on houses and roads, A free verse by Emma Cumm
And pretty on grass,
Your chest is bursting
Like a balloon
Melts fairly quickly,
Can’t hold it any longer
Also shine when looked at. Welling and swelling
But snow kills all plants, The monster mocks you
Spreading through your body
Making your muscles ache
Is wet on your clothes,
You try to tell
Melts into your boots and socks, But no one will listen
Freeze your fingers, No one will listen to that deep dark feeling
That over takes you at night
Making your mind turn grimly
Snow steps on your shoes,
Or to the salty liquid
As it falls peacefully down, Skimming your cheeks
Onto you and friends, Staining them damp and lustrous
No one’s there to help you through it
It all gets sucked up
And it sits on cars,
Stored in your chest
Because it’s made of water, Shattering it to pieces
It helps wet the earth. Until you break completely
And the feeling of nothing
UNWANTED GRAVITY Love Game
A Ballad by JASON VALVO A Free Verse by Ashleigh Westervelt
A heart is not a play thing
I dreamed of drifting off somewhere, A heart is not a toy
To a place of wonders and adventure, But if you want it broken just give it to a boy.
But it all wash away once the,
Gravity turned on its pressure. Boys never give their hearts
They play you for a fool
I still have the heart I wanted, Then they wait until you give your heart
Before this incident, And then they play it cool
But man is cruel and evil,
For it is no accident. You think that when he whispers
That special someone’s you
I wanted to live in a place I could; In his heart he means it
Float, fly, and spin, And every word is true
Yet gravity of man is a…
Horrible, horrible sin. But you had better think
Don’t believe his words just yet
I tried to jump, glide, run, For if you do my dearest
But it isn’t really fun, Heartbreaks all you’ll get.
To realize you can’t do it,
For damage has already been done! Don’t ever fall in my love my friend
You see it doesn’t pay
It could have happened to anyone, Love it causes broken hearts it happens every day
But why was it me?
For my dream was anchored in… Love is beautiful, but it can hurt, it’s true
But now it’s stuck like a tree. You’ll think you’re dying before it’s through
I can tell you all of this I know
I could have jumped and never come down, Because I fell for the same guy as you!
For it is where I wanted,
But as you see my dreams are lost… Creek
‘Cause gravity has me planted. A haiku by Autumn Bailey
I would have seen galaxies, Whispering, roaring.
Frozen moons and stars, Unspoken words of freedom.
Nebulae’s dust and clouds, A tale of life, death.
Even big quasars.
Two streams collide, one.
I dreamed of drifting off somewhere, Running past patches of fern,
To a place of wonders and adventure, Dragging some along.
But it all wash away once the,
Gravity turned on its pressure. On and on it goes,
Searching for a resting spot
It will never find.
Creek turns to river.
River flows into an ocean.
Gone, the creek is now.
One day a new creek,
Whispering words of freedom,
Will join with the ocean.
A free verse by Emma Cumm A haiku by Ashley Harseim
Your chest is bursting
Like a balloon I am bright fire
Can’t hold it any longer Blazing in the open
Welling and swelling Spreading everywhere
The monster mocks you
Spreading through your body I am wild wind whirl
Making your muscles ache Wiping in and out of trees
You try to tell
Speeding as I go
But no one will listen
No one will listen to that deep dark feeling
That over takes you at night I am giant wave
Making your mind turn grimly Crashing into what I see
Or to the salty liquid Wiping out my path
Skimming your cheeks
Staining them damp and lustrous I am burning sun
No one’s there to help you through it
Blinding those who look at me
It all gets sucked up
Stored in your chest Glimmering and bright
Shattering it to pieces
Until you break completely I am amazing
And the feeling of nothing Nothing quite like me
Feels good. I am different
A Free Verse by David Austin
A free verse by Jayden Feliciano
Down the straight
As fast as you can go A tree of good times and laughter
Heel to the steel Starting the holiday season
Pedal to the metal
Until the fear of God is put into you A tree of hugs and thanks for
The presents and gifts below it
Then you turn left
A tree of extreme happiness
It’s when the thrill of speed As if it grew money
Overcomes the horror of everything else
That’s when you turn left A tree of lights and decorations
That illuminate the soul
You shoot to kill
Everybody else out there A tree of traditions passed on
From year to year sin 354 AD
You got the target on your back
And you know it,
A tree of choice
And you feed off of it As if it were calling your name
And you’re almost blacking out
That’s when you turn left A tree of pine needles and Christmas scent
A tree of resemblance for that one day
When you hit the straight again,
It’s a mad dash to the next one But when that one day passes
And that tree slowly dies out
Passing, swerving, bumping, hitting,
It’s now in your blood
That tree is now
It gains on you like a sickness A tree of nothing
Until you turn left
That’s when you turn left
Amen Those Days
An Ode by Liz Wickham A free verse by Lyssa Borowiec
Don’t leave, don’t go The day he was first born
Don’t say it again Was November 5th
Don’t say that your life The year was 2008
has come to an end He is just perfect
It doesn’t have to be this way
The day we brought him home
Your life can still be saved
He was still so little
Now is not your time
He had the cutest little features
Your gravestone should not yet be engraved
He is just perfect
Please! Please don’t do this!
Whatever happened to me?
The day he celebrated his first Christmas
I am still your friend He couldn’t walk
I am still your family He couldn’t talk
I know that you’re in pain Or barely hold his head up
But I know you can endure He is just perfect
And I also know your death
is perniciously premature The day he said his first word
Your life is a young tree Which, by the way was ball
It’s still on its way Ball this…
Please don’t be the wildfire Ball that…
that takes its future away He is like an iPod stuck on replay
Suicide is not the answer He is just perfect
Nothing is what it will fix
Life may be harder than death The day he cut his first tooth
But weakness is what self-murder depicts He got a “cold”
Popping of some pills, Runny nose
Stabbing of a knife Teary eyes
And everything in between
are the tools and methods you’d use
He is just perfect
to regrettably end your life
Don’t leave, don’t go
The day he started to walk
Don’t say it again
He was a drunken sailor
Don’t say that your life
Tripping, falling, then getting back up again
has come to an end “ow , boom, bang, ugh!”
Amen. He is just perfect
The day he turned one
He didn’t like his cake
Mommy even made it
He did like his gifts
He is just perfect
Joseph Michael Latter is his name
We call him Joey
He loves to play
We love him very dearly
He is just perfect
Cousin Rob New Arrival
An elegy by Matthew Benton
A free verse by Taylor Heinze
I loved but never knew. It came running in
I felt but didn’t see
She went from end to end
I wonder how your mom felt,
I know mine cried. Her nails hitting the floor as she runs
You sent me one shirt now that’s the one that means the Click, clack, click, clack
Try’s eating the cat’s food
I’ve never been to Michigan but I’ve been there all my
life. Running from person to person
Your surgery was what next week but then you flew
The cat was spotted
Bird like very unexpectedly. She chased the cat right out the door
I guess it wasn’t your choice to fall out of the tree of Life. The cage and food was brought in
I didn’t even know.
We were told to keep her over night
But then again it was in my mind since the beginning.
Cousin Rob. She sat in her cage that night
Thanks for sticking with The cat wouldn’t come in for weeks
Us for all the
It took only days to spoil her
Could The cat ran in and behind a bed
Love Now the barking is much more
They are now friends
But they’re chasing each other at times
Snow They sometimes sleep together
A Ballad by Christine Lopienski
When we leave she goes in her cage
As the clouds float over the sea, She is the best dog ever!
It gathers water to fill me.
This is not about a cloud,
but what it creates in the end
I start out as moisture
From the ocean so dark and blue
The water rises up to the cloud,
First,I start out high in the sky
Dancing in the sky as I fall
Getting colder as I go
I show in the winter,
Afraid of the heat
I live in the cold
Without it I could not appear
Essential to my creation
Water and cold
It takes the two of them
To make me unfold
A Sonnet to the Snow
Winter A Sonnet by Chelsea Adams
A cinquain by Audrey Davison You flit so gracefully,
From the sky,
Ballerinas, so lovely,
Snowflakes Right by my eye,
Falling down Gather on the ground,
Compact or loose,
Swirling, sparkling, shimmering
Tight like a pound,
Each one is different Fluffy like goose,
You stick to the trees,
Right over head,
You make my nose freeze,
Cold Then it turns red,
First I’ll fall down and make some snow angels,
Goose bumps Then I’ll go inside, Have hot chocolate and
Blasting, numbing, shivering bagels.
Wind stinging your face
Arctic My Two Families
A Free Verse by Craig Brozowski
Dormant I have two families,
They can both be kind and supporting,
But also very annoying,
Quiet chilled air However, I’m in them both for a while.
Only waking in spring
One family is diverse,
Hibernating Tall, short, strong, shaky,
None of them a bit like me,
But with phenomenal heart and spirit.
My other is just like yours,
A mom, dad, and brother,
Freezing, crunching, melting They brace me more than my other,
And make me ten times as angry.
As clear as glass
Crystal Both these families are in my life,
I see them every day.
They guide and supervise me,
And also the other way.
In case you haven’t guessed it,
I have a sports family of goofballs,
And an immediate family of chaos,
And I couldn’t ask for two better families.
The Man with the Golden Heart Stone Wall
By Jacob Clouse A free verse by: Kailin Rivituso
Stone wall I fell into
I have never met him, Your rocks bruise and break my bones
yet I have always known him. The barbed wire who layers your long row
For he watches over me from above, Sticks me like pins
smiling down on me. Wake up and see my blood lye there
As MY horse gallops away
So far into the woods
He was larger than life,
So far ahead
a man who loved everybody.
He was as strong as the mighty oak,
They are too far back
his step was like that of a rabbit’s, So what do I do now broken, bleeding,
and he had a heart of gold. Alone
Wait for help I guess, in a pile full of
His clap was a rival of thunder, Stone
because of its loud ‘BOOM!’, No one comes, I wait a while
His laugh was a wonderful, wise, and whooping sound, Then I see the speck start to form
comforting those in need, Over the hill and become black
But he is most remembered for his heart of gold, As the sun goes behind it
Screeching halt in front of me help comes
Bringing me back to the barn,
He was taken before his time, Tired, broken, bleeding
but the good always die young.
And even thought death has separated us,
he still looks after me, A Beauty to be Witnessed
protecting me from evil, An Extended Cinquain by Lizzie Noyes
as my guardian angel.
And even though he passed years before me, Old brick structures
I still feel as though I know him. The land prospering
Of luscious greenery
The man with the golden heart.
Fighting up against
The watery seas
Head to head
100 gallons a minute
It nourishes the beautiful
Wildlife located there
Home of the shamrock
Land of fascinating history
Many hidden secrets
Below the depths
Of the land
A Ode by Katie Carleton An Ode to my Nikes
An Ode by Neiko Bianchino
Each and every year
I bring happiness and joy to all. “Click, Clack” I can beat that.
Trees are set up in my honor
I will “just do it,” I’ll show the world.
With beautiful ornaments and
My sneakers are no ordinary pair of sneakers,
Lights that are bright like the stars.
they are my Robin to Batman,
Streams of garland that are white
my compadre and you can’t,
As snow are wrapped around trees.
A star is placed on top of the tree you won’t separate us.
That shines like the golden sun. We have a bond better
The warm and sweet smell of than a mother to a child,
Gingerbread blows throughout houses. better than peanut butter and jelly.
I bring cold snowy days and High ankle support, light weight,
Whistling winter winds. and a high arch in the foot is all I need, and my Nikes fit the requirements
Children build snowmen and Me and my Nikes against the world, better bet us to come out on top.
Make snow angels in the snow. Scrappy and quick
Trees glisten with snow. is how we play on the b-ball court.
The soft melodies of silver bells You can’t say we are full of our selves, liar, because it is just confidence, 100
Ring, ring, ring. percent confidence.
Horses hooves clip and clap Black on white,
On the icy ground. the oldest match in the book,
Stockings hang above the warm, glowing fireplace. still we don’t make it look plain at all.
Children leave cookies out for Santa We ROCK it.
In hope that he will come. “Click, clack” I can beat that.
They wake up in the morning with I will, “just do it,” I’ll show the world.
Excitement to see what he had brought. I told you the story about my Nikes,
All was Merry and bright they are no ordinary pair of sneakers
On this Christmas night. they are my Robin to Batman,
My peanut butter to jelly,
and you can’t-
over my dead body-
will you ever,
and my Nike’s.