your vision, your voice
Me too, a silence breaker
For equal rights is all we ask
The cold shoulder is a common response
For such a simple request
Not too much to ask
Just to be equal, common courtesy
In a world where we can make things fly
But don’t respect human rights
Murchison
8
Another day I’ve waited here,
in horror, hunger, thirst, and fear.
Another day awaiting the German Army’s fall,
pleading for the glorious mercy call.
Another day trapped inside the barbed wire,
Stranded with violence, blood, and gunfire.
Another day with the same shirt on my back,
though it’s torn, filthy, and striped white and black.
Another day mourning the numerous deaths
of innocents begging for just one more breath.
Another day without freedom or joy,
as powerless as a marionette toy.
Another day I’ve waited here,
voiced by adherence but silenced by fear.
Lamar Middle School
6th
Candy bars are just so yummy,
But they tend to be unhealthy
They don’t really give you that much energy,
And they also can be sticky.
These candy bars are just so attractive,
But they don’t really make you active.
When I go outside I feel like it’s EVERYWHERE.
Every Day.
Every Month.
Every Year.
So it feels like I’m breathing heavy AIR.
Candy Bars. Candy Bars. Candy Bars.
I see all these kids just eating them with that sound
So I try to find them but they’re nowhere to be FOUND.
Murchison
8
Churning, crashing like a thundering storm,
slipping through ricks as if sand through fingers.
Then tumbling down making a fluffy foam.
Mist spreads creating a gentle fog.
Bright colors are everywhere changing and blooming.
Flowers shine brighter than stars.
When you are there it speaks to you,
it sings a nice calming sing.
The sky starts to change,
the sun begins to set.
Crickets chirp a sweet good night,
before everything goes to bed.
As it turns to night the water glows in the moonlight.
Shadows fall over bushes and rocks.
You hear silence except for the rumble of the falls.
Lamar Middle School
6th
I’m having a bit of trouble
Should I make a poem about bubbles
There are just way too much options
Maybe a poem filled with action
Wait I have a conclusion
I could just do one about illusions
I could make the words seem larer
Wouldn’t this make me seem smarter
I will never finish this
It’s probably going to end up in a abyss
This may never bee seen again
It’s just going to be in my brain
This is way too much trouble
I’m just going to make it about bubbles
Murchison
8
Dribbling down the court
Crossover the defender
Scoring the basket
As it falls the crowd erupts
The clock goes out with a buzz
Murchison
8
Rush of the wind, crunch of a tire
Pedaling fast down the hilly trail
The sound of fluttering flutters past
All the colors in the distance
Curious, pedaling faster
Colors so bright
Slowing to see it better
Wide eyes, each feather unique in a different color of
the rainbow
Gazing until it flutters off in a riot of color
Lamar Middle School
6th
It is a commitment,
It is a challenge,
It is a team,
It is hard,
It is dedication,
It is fun,
It is a race,
It is an accomplishment
Murchison
8
When I saw her large, brown wings open
When I saw her jump into the sky,
I was looking up
Which inspired me to set goals high.
She is an airplane, zoooooom, she passes by.
the clouds move when they see her fly,
She observes like a spy,
and makes me see beyond the wide
open sky.
I imagine a future me,
strong and free,
Bold and ready,
Like an eagle I will soon be…
Lamar Middle School
6th
There are so many books to choose from
Should I get this or that
Some are good and some are bad
This one matches my favorite hat!
I look through the pages
Now I’ve read a few
This is taking me ages
What am I to do
Maybe a book about how to cook
Look this book fits me perfectly
It’s about three kits
That have lost their mitts
Boone Elementary
3rd