Author: William M.

Snowflakes

The crisp winter air
Forms icicles on the tip of a roof
Blow by blow
It starts to snow

To and fro, snowflakes drift
Until they’re all aflutter
Some are big
Some are small
But like humans, each one is unique and different

Each of us have our own designs, sizes, and shapes
And just like snow sticks together,
We stick together with our friends and family

Walsh Middle School

6

Get Up

A look
a word
words thrown like knives
they shoot you down with their rude remarks
but you get up
you may get taunted or teased
but you fight through it
you have something no one else does
you have something special
they may kick you in the stomach with their hurtful rays
but they can’t, you are unique
they may get you down sometimes
but you GET up
and fight

Gorzycki Middle Shool

7

dog poem

dog poem
my dog is a hog.
she smells like mog.
she can’t get a bone.
cause she smells like toe.

my dog likes to bark.
but she barks at nothing.
maybe cause she can’t see
she maybe able to scream.
but she cant see.
thats why I like her.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Hide and Seek

Hide and seek
don’t peek
don’t make a sound
you will be found
chills running down your spine
you running out of time
the clock was a timer ticking down until she was caught
crunch, crunch, crunch
the sound of footsteps coming toward me
I want to scream
But I was found
In this intense game of hide and seek

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Fishing

When you get out, with all of your gear
and quick as a flash you head down to the pear
when you through your line in and watch your bobber
you look at your friend and he is fishing with cobbler
then you here a CAPLUNCK
And you Yank the pole faster than lightning
Hoping that you set the hook,then you reel as fast as
you can and pool the fish up and you are so excited you are
Like a kid who just ate buckets of candy and is sugared up to the max.
And you pull it up and it is the biggest fish ever.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Steep hill

Life is like a steep hill.
Your legs ache,
The sun glares overhead
But you keep climbing.

Why?

Because you think you can,
And because you think you can
You will keep climbing.

No matter how many gashes,
No matter how many cuts,
You will keep climbing.

Because I think you can.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Prison of my Mind

My prison is a trap,
any moment my grip on sanity might snap.
Tight chains hold my wrist,
the dark room filled with mist.

I sit upon the cold, hard, floor
Always wondering if anyone will open the door.
To let me go be free,
in a world where I can be me.
But I’m stuck in a cage,
My body always ready for a rampage.

Once the chains break,
I might discover this is all fake.
But that isn’t true,
Because I know you.

All because this is my life,
Always standing on the edge of a knife.
READY TO LET GO!
But I guess I’ll never know.
Light streams into the room,
Pulling me from my gloom.

A hand pulls me free,
Allowing me to be me.
Until the door closes once more,
Once again leaving me on the floor.

Once again I’m left behind,
In the eternal prison of my mind.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Opinions

Opinions
are like,
your own
BELIEF FOR THINGS
and they are
so overused,
and not used
at all
at the same
Time.
Your opinion
can stand

Alone.

Or it
can stand
with others others others Others.
Your opinion
can
cHaNgE
or it can stay Still.
Believe in your opinion
as determined as a kid
guard it
as strong as a mother bear
protecting her Cubs.
but don’t forget,
Others
Have opinions
Too.

Gorzycki Middle School

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