your vision, your voice
Splish splash you can hear the kids splashing in the water splish splash you can hear the water flowing through the slides.
Splish splash you can hear and see the kids screaming Aaaaaaaah splish splash you can see the water dripping throw the sides.
Splish splash you see the people falling at the end of the slides splish splash you can see the people frighten before the get on the slide.
Berkman Elementary
4
Family is to have each other
Family is to support each other
Not to hurt.
Friends are to be social
Friends are for fun
Not to be taken advantage of.
Life is to live
Life is to go out and have fun
Not to be thrown away.
No one nor nothing deserves to get pushed aside
There is a purpose
In
Everything.
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
Fall
Fallen is what I have done
Among me is nothing(just a pit as black as the road in which we run)
Lost is what I am lost in trickery
Lost in this pit of misery
I feel no hope in this abyss
Never have I felt such loneliness
Gray and black and gray and black is the darkness that blend into one
I continue to fall so deep into this pit
Not knowing when I’ll hit the ground and suddenly lose to it
Loss of torment gain of hope
Over and over I walk this tightrope
Vacillating between my pain and what I’m fond of
Evermore I’ll fall in love.
Gorzycki
7
Ring!
The bell next to the cash box sounds
As I walk up to the cashier
“Hello, what would you like to like?
What kind of tortilla do you want?
Sour cream, lettuce, tomato, cheese?
Your choice, you control all the events-
I mean toppings that make you life-
I mean taco.
So fun or boring to live-
I mean eat.”
“Are you okay?”
I ask.
“Yes.
I’m fine.
Just want to help you pick what goes in your life-
I mean taco.”
Gorzycki Middle School
7
There is nothing of you
until someone; you don’t know who
makes you bloom
the warm sky shines on your bare bark
planted under he silver moon
covering and protecting the city park
but then
the tropic air becomes brisk, like a high up cliff, you don’t want to risk
you leaf-like happiness falling to the ground
the ground was painted in red, orange, and bright yellow
and your forlorn bark was colored dark grey all round
until
the sun in your eyes brightens the day
for ones who are near you, and those who are far away
your leaves shimmering green
the trunk of you, bigger than the eyes have seen
tree and leaf, like hand and hand
they all believe in me
and I can happily say, “I agree.”
Gorzycki Middle School
7
The air is moist and somewhat hollow- metaphor
and my mouth is dry from the scorching heat- metaphor
as a drop of sweat tumbled down my face
I looked at the wild berries wondering if they would swell my face
I take a deep breath sucking in the earth’s hollow
the air is quiet and sounds lonely in the heat
as my body sucks in the earth’s heat
and while my sweat absorbs into my face
the trees are silent in the distance of the hollow.
You’ll see it in my face, this heat is dangerous lurking around in the hollow.
The only thing I capitalized is I and T. I did that because that is my rule of a poet.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Because I could not present for Christmas,
it did kindly present for me.
Pause to present, like Christmas does.
Why would you think the heavenly home is uncomfortable?
The heavenly home is the most comfortable housing of all.
Hospitable, humble, heavenly home.
Are you upset by how well-fixed it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the heavenly home so snug?
One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why aren’t glad greetings more hostile?”
Are you upset by how intimate they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the glad greetings so favorable?
A contemporary claus, however hard it tries,
Will always be cunning.
Are you upset by how attractive it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the contemporary claus so ingenious?
Zany, famous festivals sings like a greek culture
Now goofy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if famous festivals are wacky.
How happy are Joyful, commemorative celebrations!
Now overjoyed is just the thing,
To get me wondering if commemorative celebrations are happy.
I cannot help but stop and look at chilly, ancient season.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ancient season,
Gently they go – the chill, the unfriendly, the unemotional.
Because I could not present for Christmas,
it did kindly present for me.
Pause to present, like Christmas does.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
my voice
my voice is my weapon
gleaming bright in the suns rays
shining a path through darkness
leading me along winding roads
my voice
when mountains stand in my way
as tall as the sky
making me feel like nothing
my voice
reminds me that I too,
can stand as tall as a mountain
not letting
anything
make me feel like
nothing
My voice
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Mom & Dad
there is only one word
MOTHER
for who
has taken care of me since birth
oh how I love her with all
my heart forever
she has cared and
loved me like a person and there coffee
for that
I will always love her for that forever more
there is only one word
FATHER
for who
gave me life and taught me new things
for he always
cares, loves, shares and is there to love me
for who I am
oh how I love him like
new puppies
THANK YOU!
Gorzycki Middle School
7
The cold air at Stamford Bridge makes your nose red
The Blues are warming up
While the opposition is in bed
The king of all kings hops onto the pitch
He’s ready to work
and bury the opponents in a nearby ditch
Then they’ll have heard
They’re dealing with
EDEN HAZARD(1)
The Kings of london
They live in the west
And it’s for certain that they are the best
Gorzycki Middle School
7