Category: 2016-17 Submissions

poem submission post for 2017

Light (And Not)

I look up and I see a trail, singing with the sounds of stubborn birds,
an illuminated beam of sunlight falling on the trees.
A scratching carpet of leaves form below, asleep for winter.
Colors materialize all around, warm amber and cool gold.
There is life everywhere, in all arrangements and stages.
We sense moving, an oscillating rhythm, a non-threatening ritual.
It is indeed radiant, blossoming and luminous;
In truth, it seems almost perfect

And yet, I am aware of something else here too.
We are aware that where there is light there must also be shadow.
Still nothing, no matter how beautiful, can evade that truth.
In this swirling world of intricacies hides a villainous adversary:
It is something looming, waiting in shadow.
Concrete and wires creep up out of the foliage, out of the life.
And we still mourn for the words, never heard,
Swallowed in this oblivion

McCallum Highschool

10th

O Fishing

O fishing, I do adore-
You’re always on my mind.

When we go camping
I make sure I bring my rod and tackle.

O fishing, when I should be sleeping-
I stay up just to get one more thrill.

O fishing, every day I am praying to go fishing.
You are the fish in my eye.

O fishing, the sweet sound of your drag screaming….fishing
The splish, splash of your tail helps me go to bed at night.

O fishing, the sweet smell of the bait I love so much
O fishing, the blood, sweat, and tears I put into you.

O fishing, I think you talk to me in my dreams.
O fishing.

Gorzycki MS

6th

Opposite day

There is something I need to tell you jad
You are not very pretty
You make my stomach turn sower
You arnt very intelligent
But I mean you are a blonde
Your present makes me upset
I don’t love you anymore
Please go back to not knowing me
You even have a bad personality
Your just not a Good looking person
I hate all your flaws
Oh wait, my bad I forget to tell you something
It’s opposite day
I love you with everything I got
And I got you.

Ode to Whoppers

Oh, thy glorious whopper,
I am your desired shopper.

How you taste in my mouth is indescribable.
If you weren’t in my life, that would be horrible.
How you dance on my tongue makes my taste buds go crazy,
Eating you makes me want to be lazy.

Your loud crunch makes me shiver,
Sharing your delight makes you the giver.
When I place you in my mouth,
You sizzle and dissolve.
The taste of your sweetness will evolve.
When the taste is gone my feelings go south,
There is nothing but sadness in my mouth.
Oh, thy glorious whopper,
I cannot live without.

Gorzycki Middle School

6th grade

Space

Do you ever think about what’s out there?
All the stars and planets like,
Black Holes forming and stars dying like,
Infinite space and infinite flying like,
Being the only ones or not knowing who’s out there like,
Space will give you space because it’s infinite and growing like,
Oh my god time is infinite and present like,
It’s scary but it’s also so beautiful like,
The big bang is the theory that it started it all like,
All of these atoms and us were made out there like,
I’m standing here in this classroom when there’s something there like,
Space is so beautiful and so amazing like,
Ninety-nine point nine nine of it won’t get explored like,
It’s so big and so crazy like,
Where are we in this big universe like,
It’s infinitely big and it just stares at me like,
I will exist forever past mankind like,
A Mastermind, undefined, were combined and rare like,
All I ever think about is space and time like,
Do you ever think about what’s out there?

Battle of the Sexes

See I don’t need feminism because I enjoy walking down the street thinking about who’s trying to sweep me up
I don’t need feminism because holding my keys between my fingers in the parking garage like a prison shank is just for the fun of it
I don’t need feminism because “no” really means keep trying and it might sound like a “drunk yes”
See I don’t need feminism because something as surface as the fabric on my body deciphers my quality of character, right?
Yeah, I don’t need feminism

David Crockett High School

12

the world of feelings

the world of feelings has violence
the violence ends with silence
no flowers ever bloom
nothing but doom doom doom

but sometimes there is happiness
then there is no war or stress
there they wave their flag
pride fills the air, then there is no lag

then there is worry
with worry, everyone is in a hurry
people worry because because they could be late
they rush for their own sake

at last there is mystery
things that are lost in history
feelings have been free
they’ve been carried on like a bee .