Category: 2019-20 Submissions

Morning sky so beautiful
I get out my bed and leave the cubical
Let me change this up
Poetry can kinda be corny
But for your information it’s really enjoying
I know i’m a 14 year old and I love poetry
Because it reminds me of music and being hippy
Now voices and visions everyone has one
So everyone standup and let your shines
everyone has a vision an idea
A voice so let us hear
So whats your vision
Lets hear your voice
How will you help the growing society of america
Everyone get up and shout merica
Merica
Merica
Merica
Everyone has a vision that someone else shares
I know this kinda is already sounding lame
But stand up and let your voice be heard
Let your voice be heard from around the world
اريد ان اكون طبيبا
ich möchte Sänger werden
我想成為一名工程師
俳優になりたい
Quiero ser politico
I want my voice to be heard!

Straws are a wonder, they give many questions
Do straws have 2 holes or 1 or is there more
They can be long or short, metal or plastic
They can be big or small, they can be any color
They can be zig zag…straight …any shape
The can be super bendy or not bendy at all
How many colors of each straw come per packet
Are there rare colors for straws
Are all colors the same rarity
Are some straws circle…triangle…square or octagon
How big is the biggest straw how small is the smallest straws
It doesn’t matter anyway there are all straws

Fannin made a bad choice of not retreating fast enough
So when he did retreat, it was too late.
We all got captured by General Urrea and his men
He wanted to let us go
But Santa Anna said

“NO”
Kill them all
So there were were in cells with no food
Like sheep, locked up to be slain
No water, the only things we were being fed were
LIES, RUMOURS.
They said they would give us freedom
Send us to America
Only… if

The next thing we knew we were being
Marched
Marched
Marched
Marched
Down a trail, awaiting our freedom
Until…

BANG
BANG
BANG
People were dying, all around
And all the other panicked
Knowing they would kick the bucket
Nobody out of all of us saw this coming
But it was already too late
For all of us to get away

These were good sacrifices though as it made
The Texans thirsty for
VENGEANCE
And they didn’t forget to
Remember Goliad

Will our world ever be EQUAL,
We are constantly judged,
For who we are.

But who we are can’t be changed,
We are still all the same,
Just shown in different ways.

But it doesn’t matter how you are shown,
We are all still human,
We are all still one,

And we all deserve to be EQUAL.

Fall is a sunset,

Growing cooler
but not yet cold.

The blue of the sky before
As brilliant and bold,
As the green of the leaves
Before they grow old.

Then, caught off guard,
BEHOLD
Leaves burst into color,
Red, orange and gold.
Wind plucking them from the trees
Blowing them around, uncontrolled.
A whirlwind of color
Too quick to hold.

Once the sun sets
And the leaves have grown old.
They’ve fallen to the ground
The sky balck and cold.

For fall is a sunset,
A quick second of gold.
A beautiful painting,
It’s wonders untold.

Music is like an escape from reality
It enchants me with its musicality.
The blare of the trumpet, the beat of the drum
Tuning out the world, I sing and I hum.

The rhythm still is beating, the music is still going
The music never stops flowing
Through the air and in my bones
With different sounds and different tones.

And then I’m brought back to reality
My head still full of musicality
And even when things in life go wrong,
Life is better when there is a song.

Mess
was everywhere
Up and down
Where ever you
Looked you see trash
One day the custodian got
Tired of all the
trash
And disrespect so he
Decided to
Quit
Then the next day at school the principal
Came to my
Class and said
“Say hello to your new custodian”
The new custodian had a
Long tail with a beautiful scales
As colorful as a rainbow
And long bright
Red hair
Later that day at lunch I sat with my
Friends and we
Were talking
About the new custodian
“Did you see the new custodian”
“Yes, she is beautiful”
“I wonder what her name is”
A couple minutes later the
New custodian came to tell a little about
Herself
“Hi”
“As you may know I am the new custodian”
“And my name is Arial”
After that day the school was as
Clean
As a
Fresh pair of shoes

It all starts when the trees become abandoned
by their sole companions

When the warmth evacuates,
and the air becomes filled with frigid flakes

The ground has been bleached,
with the frosted tears of the sky

The wind seems to sigh,
while the crisp leaves
Dance
as if in a
Trance

The lights are strung
Illuminating the town in a special glow
And overhead,
The town looks like a bed
of snow

As the daylight
fades away

A grape is like a racer
So small yet so yet so big
They race to their freedom
Cause they want to be free
And when they feel free
When they are released from the stem
And that’s when they are free not yellow
White or green there purple and filled
Life oh there filled with such DEA lite
As they filled with a great life but th
E Feeling goes away fast as its
Life ends in a flash as they are
eaten and that’s their life