your vision, your voice
I love you
I love you to the moon and back
You are like that night when the wind blew
Dark but beautiful, you hit the window with a thwack!
Then everything was blue
The sun shining I open my eyes
Thinking about you
As I lay in bed I think about the cries
I herd from the wind when it blew
I love you
I LOVE YOU
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Candles and presents and stockings along the house?
Trees decorated with lights and colored balls hang from each bough?
What is this kind of thing you celebrate?
Why it’s Christmas, and it’s great
Kocurek Elementary
5
“I will be the best”
she tells everyone
But is it true?
Like a broken record
Her anxious response
“You’ll never be that good”
She lives with the darkness
In her very own head
“You’ll never be good enough”
“You’ll never succeed”
“You have to work for what you want”
Her mother always says
But like a broken record
The darkness returns
Until the day
She finally succeeds
The darkness will continue lurking
Life will NEVER be kind
And the anxiety in her head
Are broken records
That will never be fixed
Gorzycki Middle school
7
In the lukewarm ocean
Past the kelp forests
A huge beast lies,
Home to many
The final refuge to many a creature
The beast’s colorful scales shelter the small
A thriving community takes place in its fins
And its brightly colored tail
But
It is slowly dying
Turning ghostly white
When it dies
Many will perish
Fate may be inevitable
But we can help
Slow the dying and make new homes
For the creatures living inside the gentle beast of
Coral
Walsh Middle School
6
Video games are a pastime for me.
I almost play 7 hours a day.
My parents say i’m obsessed.
Everyone doesn’t understand what they mean to me.
But i’m definitely not obsessed.
And i can go without them for a day.
Video Games don’t make people obsessed.
It’s the feeling of playing with your friends for most of the day.
Once you get used to it, it’s fun for you and me.
Video Games are a way of life for me
You can say we’re obsessed.
But its a community of people that have fun all day.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
YOU CAN’T!
I heard that a million times.
It’s just a fly buzzing in my ear.
As if i’m just a used plastic bag that amounts to nothing.
I’ll prove them wrong.
I can do the same things they can, even better.
Tomorrow will come,
I’ll rise up.
I’ll be like Jeff Bezos.
I am capable.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Christmas,
Christmas,
What a wonderful time.
Yes, this poem is going to rhyme.
It is intriguing,
Just like breathing.
Christmas is great
It is a time for no hate.
It is peaceful and chill , like a tree growing.
It goes by so fast without any of us knowing.
Christmas is very fun.
Even though it is cold but you can see the sun.
The presents, stockings and trees,
The thing we don’t like is the allergies.
It is a star shining bright
With all of it’s might.
This only happens every year,
With all the laughing and good cheer.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
A Shimmer in the darkest sky,
And floating in the clouds so high.
Above the frozen town all dreaming,
The angels in the heavens beaming.
Sound asleep our lights aglow,
A big green present with a big red bow.
Candles, Dreadles, and Christmas Trees,
Sparkle in the winter breeze.
The Shimmer in the darkest sky,
Is not up in the clouds so high.
The shimmer has fallen into town,
And people gather all around.
They see the magical mystical glimmer,
And in their hearts there starts a flicker.
The whole town knew this was no mistake,
Because this was winter’s first snowflake.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
The girl who’s quiet at school
“Shh,” She doesn’t ever talk
The popular kids don’t think she’s cool
The girl who always looks down as she walks.
She doesn’t look at you
She’s quieter than a pin drop
You may think she’s a loser; she thinks so too.
She’s too scared to go to the bus stop
Afraid her books may be all over the floor
Who has always want to be on a sports team
But knew she’d never score
She’s always had big dreams
But thinks they can’t be achieved
To scared to admit, all her friends are make believe.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Alright, it’s a repeating
Seesaw game.
Oh how I thought
This fun would never end.
Okay, the repeating
Seesaw game.
How about we get off
And stay as friends?
Although it was fun,
I’m starting to feel sick,
Of this toxic relationship,
Hey I’m sorry
But it’s time to get off
Of this horrible
Seesaw game,
I hope we meet again.
Gorzycki Middle School
7