your vision, your voice
poem submission post for 2017
Animals have many different traits.
Animals can be small or big,
smart, or not.
They are very fascinating.
Warm or cold-blooded,
they can do many magnificent things,
good or bad,
wonderful, or not.
Animals are very amazing creatures.
As big as an elephant or as small as a mouse,
either way, I like them all.
Dreams can be good
Dreams can be bad
some are sad
They take you in a wonderland
possibly filled with sand
we always have dreams in our head
But now it’s time for bed
where we dive
in the best dreams alive
Boone
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I watched a scary movie,
so I had scary dreams,
but I’m not sure what nightmares are.
Are they a mix of scary and happy?
Are they sad?
Maybe glad?
I do wonder what they are.
Maybe I’ll ask
my bro or sis,
but how should they know?
I wish I knew.
I asked my dad.
He said they are scary dreams.
I should have guessed
that I knew that all along.
My life is cool, not cool blood it
My life has a dog in it, he bit me
My life has a family.
My life has a beautiful thing in it.
My life is very good.
My life is awesome, I’mm doing fun things.
My life has me in it.
My life has a house in it.
My life is good.
I wish my dog could fly
that’s why I named her Butterfly.
Sometimes we go on walks, but all she does is talk and talk.
She talks alot, like my sister, but
that’s because I miss her.
My dog is such a clutz,
But I love my dog so much.
Metaphor for a Family
My family is like the braces that occupy my teeth.
My dad is the expander that expands our world.
My mom is the wire in the family that holds us all together.
My older sister Michelle is the color of my braces that shows all of her beauty inside of her.
My sister Karen is the brackets that stay and never go.
I am the cricked teeth in the family that get fixed.
My little brother Joe is the rubber bands the final touch of the family.
You should come on a journey, to search for a whale in pain to rescue, for they have a lot to give.
The announcements came on
They told us not to panic
For there was a storm blowing right through the school
“This is NOT a drill, every one take cover”
We all hid under our desks
Panicking
Worried
Scared
Lucky, no one was hurt
Right as we sighed a sigh of relief
“BANG!”
A gunshot echoed through the halls
No one dared to move
I am from phone and TV flashing bright lights
from silverware and from princess house
and from HEB produce that we buy on Saturdays
I’m from the only house that has a gate
I’m from the countless hours of TV and punishment that shape us
and from delicious tasting food
I’m from red roses on the counter tops
and the big oak tree outside my window
I’m from tacos and family parties
and big, but strong family
from Francisco to Reyna
I’m from eating good meals with everyone
and having coffee or tea for breakfast
From always hurrying up in the bathroom because there’s always someone waiting
I’m from Sunday afternoons at church
I’m from 9000 Tara Lane
As dark as the sun
As slow as a horse
As big as a mouse
As hard as 1+1