Category: 2022-23 Submissions

Hot Chocolate

The smell of hot cocoa is in the air,
Fluffy marshmallows floating on its surface.
A pool of melted cocoa,
Hot cocoa is a winter special.

Hot cocoa warms you up better than anything else,
And thaws one’s bitter cold hands.
Just with milk and a spoonful of magic powder,
Hot cocoa is the simplest of simple.

Hot cocoa fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling,
And gives you a cup full of happiness.
Hot cocoa builds the winter spirit,
Right up inside you.

Hot cocoa is a steaming hot mug,
Filled with warm chocolatey goodness.
Hot cocoa is just a pool of melted cocoa,
Just waiting to fill one’s body with that fuzzy feeling.

Oh, Zoey!

Oh, Zoey
You made my LIFE
A pleasure!
You have lived
Longer than I
Could ever
IMAGINE.
But your time has
COME
To go to doggy heaven.
After you were gone,
Emotions poured down
My throat,
Like a marble
Going down
A slope.
I never thought,
A dog could mean
The world
To me.
But here is the
PROOF that I
LOVE YOU!

Orion’s Vision

Under the influence of synth and dials
Night and day, thousands of miles
Carelessly free, the flashing roads
Ages ago, people walked on their own
Now it’s bugattis and lambos for all the people
Nocturnal people, adrenal people
Yonder loomed ahead and yet we turned our heads to impress the regal

All of the lights light up the sky
Humans made them; the others died
Eleven angry men will cry so the 12th, a king, is satisfied
Another time can be recalled;
Dance and joy filled up the hall

They struggle with it, even now,
Unanimously, they take the vow
Remembering tales of the lands ago
Never again is the choice they chose

Barely anyone had to lift a finger,
Asking them to walk this way,
Canceling those who dare to be different
Kick them down and paint their face

Orion-the lord of the land and the living-has simmered and given his power away,
Rendering visions of virtues and valor, falsehoods that they show through the whole Milky Way

Fading Stars

Dice rolling and shooting craps, betrothed with money
Riding golden skating rinks, landing on their stomachs
Ironing Christian Dior, lacing up the buttons
Ninety years ago they dug clothes out of the rubbish,
Killing elephants for food, killing their own to make room

Yelling out in joy they finally found the sand
Only a couple men dared to traverse the land
Under the bridge there was a troll, he’s been there ever since
People were told he was a fiend, but it was all pretense

Fencing the others to gain even a tiny portion
Igniting wars over land, and over things like abortion
They even fought about petty things that you wouldn’t believe
Usurping amongst the rich invented poverty
There were Rifts between cultures, people were scared of the peace, but
Entertainment was in demand, so they created TV’s

Frightening success occurred, no more need to write
Radio and TV night after night, it shaped their lives!
On and never off, to the corporation’s delight
Thought was lost, companies smiled, as it would surely fade over time.

The people, to their surprise, didn’t really mind.

Sleep

I hate it when I go to bed,
“you have to get some sleep” mom said,
but when I go to catch some winks,
“I’m not tired” is all I think.
I toss, I turn, I count some sheep,
and nothing works, I lay and weep,
So I take my socks off, “Wow they reak!”
And suddenly I’m fast asleep.

The poem

In first grade we wrote letters
In second we got better
writing words like birds of a feather
In third grade we wrote paragraphs
Fourth we wrote stories without getting bored
and fifth we read books chanting words like the Sith
Now I’m in sixth getting homework galore and be writing a poem when I’d rather snowboard