Author: Bhuvan K.

We were by the big Christmas tree,
Me and my dear family.
A knock at the door,
At twelve fifty-four,
On the great night of Christmas Eve.

I couldn’t believe my two eyes,
It was truly a nice surprise,
To look out the door,
And see no one more…
Santa Claus himself in the sky!

We looked down and saw a gift box,
The size of a small baby fox.
We looked up then fast,
And we saw at last,
Old Nick’s bag didn’t have locks!

We got in the car really fast,
All the other cars seen were passed.
For we knew that the,
‘18 Christmas Eve,
Would get ruined if we were last.

The label said “Johnny Tweet”,
Who lives on the end of the street,
Looks after bird eggs,
And their tiny bird legs,
Without gifts his day is not neat!

We got to his house before Nick,
I gave the present a kick.
It went in the big sack,
Nick looked over his back,
And left with the reindeer’s click

We went back home quietly
Me and my dear family
We silently swore,
To say nothing more
And enjoy Christmas Eve.

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Walsh Middle School

6

Drip , Drip, Drip
Death
One last breath
Light
So so bright
Heart
Its one whole part
Drop
You stop
Still
All it takes is one pill
Blood
It starts a flood
Drowning
You hear pounding
A tear
Right here
Steal
It takes so long to heal
Sad
You through away all that we had
You use to be so bright
Like a sunflower in the light
But know your cold hearted
And we have parted

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Basketball Passion

I have the game in slow motion,
Looking down the court,
I see the clock ticking down,
This is my time to shine,

Have you ever had a moment where you know you can shine,
Have you ever had a time where you think you can fly,
Whenever you have that slow forgiving moment where you can shine,
Take the shot, go big or go home,

You will be dribbling and getting that ball that is hope taken away,
You have to chase after your hope and dreams,
This is your ball, this is your hope, not anyone else’s,

If your not going to live life to the fullest, then what’s the point in living,
If every shot and dribble isn’t with passion, then what’s the point in playing,

Ball till you fall, or don’t do it at all.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

I have to write
A poem for class
And i’m not very bright
But I wanna pass

I took a nap
On a pillow
With a dog on my lap
Sleeping like an armadillo

I like bacon
The best food ever
But don’t be mistaken
I’ll take yours forever

I want to go home
I’m at school
But I live in Rome
And that’s kinda cool

I like big bird
And barney
I also heard
He stepped on Arnie

I ate a pencil
It tasted nice
The best utensil
Like chocolate dice

I’m running out of topics
I guess I should stop
I like comics
So I bought a mop

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Invierno.
Escucho la brisa, el invierno está llegando
Todos abriguense . ya viene por ahí
Todos escóndanse porque les va a dar frío
Pero yo no sé si te congelas.

verano.
Mire miren salio el sol! todos salimos con calor .
Todos ponganse traje de baño
Vamos a la alberca, pero si
Yo no sé si se queman.

Primavera.
Veo las flores están creciendo,
las puedo oler
Huelen tan rico que no se que decir
Crecen y crecen como un arcoiris lleno de color.

Otoño
Las hojas se caen, el frío ya vino
Todos arriba no sean flojitos
Porque hay que saltar en las hojas.
Pero si yo noce si te caes.

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Berkman Elementary

4

El perro y la luna

El perro se quiere comer la luna, y se ve que la luna le hace efecto a el perro por transformándolo en un perro lobo…

Y cuando se transforma en un perro lobo se ve que se quiere comer la luna pero no solo está aludiendo…

Pero cuando los lobos están aludiendo eso es malo porque así puede llamar a la manada
y si llama a la manada eso significa que ellos ban a casar

su presa que puede ser cualquier animal que esté cerca de la manada…

Y cuando llaman a la manada ellos vienen y cuando vienen ellos se van a comer y cazar la presa y cuando comen ellos no comen plantas ellos comen carne
y cuando comen no comen cosas chiquitas comen cosas grandes.

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Berkman Elementary

4

cooking
It is very fun to cook
but you have to be careful
because it is hot
so you better not touch
the boiling hot stuff.

cooking
It smells like flowers
About to bloom
the smells going up and down
bouncing all over.

cooking
All of those smells rising up
The stove dancing and bouncing
All over my home.

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Berkman Elementary

4

I come from: Familiares y familia siempre
me aman y me ayudan ellos siempre
van a estar conmigo y en mi corazón.

I come from:Bateando, cachando y
Corriendo.

I come from: Viendo netflix y
Haciendo gimnasia
Y en el cojín hago todo.

I come from: Mis familia y familiares
Amor abrazos pero no desgracia está permitida.

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Berkman Elementary

4

Al perro se le ve que quiere comer la luna.
El perro no sabe qué hacer para comerse a luna.

El perro se escapó de la casa
solo para comerse la luna.
Que tipo de perro es.

El perro que travieso es.

El perro coje una escalera para treparse para comerse la luna,
cuando está en la mitad
el perro se cae y !pummmmmm!
Se quebró los huesos.

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Berkman Elementary

4

A perpetual buzz
hummed from the far corner of my quarters
while I laid upon my mattress, lumpy and cold.
Oh when would it
cease?

There serenely sat darkness,
yet a sliver of piercing light crept,
peering through the window,
seeping under the door,
slithering throughout the room
in the otherwise
colorless night.

And still the
Buzz
illuminated all, when all that was ever wanted
was Dark.

I stared up at the ceiling from my nightly throne

Exhausted

from the day’s toils, unable to catch even a glimpse
of
Ever. Evasive. Sleep.

The sounds of the night seemed to

Shudder…
Shake…
Shift…
Churn…

Like the thoughts in my head.
Relentless.

Finally,
in the lobby of my lobes,
exhaustion built,
buzzing like a factory of countless bees,
(or perhaps sheep)
until at last
it was full and the noise faded–

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James Bowie High Shool

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