2018-19 Submissions – Page 29

If I’m A Sunrise And The Rain Simultaneously, Then Obviously I’m A Sunshower(Concrete Poetry And Acrostic Poetry Combined)

and still
can’t cry find light
You think a sunrise no matter what.
happily even
that thrives in my
I am a sunshower very many tragedies.
while glowing
and I burn and still not
I drown surrendering hope.
H i s t o r y r e p e a t s l i k e f a l l i n g r a i n
a g a e n e o e e r n l r o o s e t o g o o n u h e s n i
p n n x v u l r e t w a u v p e r o i u s g a v t c
p i c u e e i s e a u n e t r g n t d i a s i o e
I t t a r a e s r y m d n e y e l d c t v n n
n e i l e s u i s a l a t r y e i l e i e
e s c l n e r n t e l i t y s s
s t y t e g i s l n y h s
s y c s y g m
a l e
l y n
l t
y
D o w n m y c h e e k s
e p h o o o o o n g i a
l t i w t u m n r a s c
i i m i r e o i l m r
v m i v s r c i e e
e i s a e a h t t d
r s i t l b i a l
m c e f l n r y
a y g i
l a
l n
y

Mcneil High School

A Strong Panicked Writer Is A Beautiful Poem

Every, and, of, heaving,

fall, rise, my, chest,

will,

lead,

to,

me,

falling,

down,

I’m at

a two

way street

where I

can’t decide

where to

go in

my panic,

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump,

I c a n ‘ t b r e a t h e ,

B u t I w o n ‘ t l e t t h a t s t o p m e,

I w o n ‘ t d i e,

Because I am a beautiful poem,

And my every breath is a comma,

To never end the sound of my voice speaking to you,

I will defy the rules that my every breath must be like periods,

They don’t want to be like periods in how they perfect the art of endings,

You say my every breath should be like periods so I’ll be more structurally put together,

But I thrive in my quirkiness, and actually find myself too irreplaceable of a soul to fade,

I’m a panicked person that isn’t structurally put together,

Yet able to surprise you with how I won’t back out,

This beautiful poem of a person written before you won’t end with a period,

Because all of my pulses are commas that perfect the art of not being finished off,

Inside of this strong panicked writer,

Mcneil High School

Firework

Hesitation,
Simmering sparks of significant heat on the sulfur strand
Conducted the burst’s bellowing descent onto the base of the inevitable. Carefully, the chemicals collapsed.
A combusted, impassioned corkscrew.
Color catapulted, covering the ceiling with a careful celestial of vibrance:
Raw hues of reserved raspberry,
ripe reds with dashes of ruby.
The sky’s glitter growled gradual gasps of
combustion, glorifying the lustful holler
that eventually evolved: exploded,
enticing explicit observations from the Earthbound.
The once dark and dim became the dashing and distinctive, daring new experiences. a nebula only needing us – now.
no longer night, but a bright sky of abstract emotions: colors – no harsh words,
however hues of the heart hovering like heavenly herrings.
but below the heaven: blues bark, burgundy babbles, blasting back the daylight.

an aurora illuminating the paling iridescent,

aiding the avoidance of the arid non-artificial and the naiveté of the now. maturity mirroring that of the magnificent momentary fire in the sky. a new found distraction from the looming disastrous deadline of the sky’s delicate painting,

drifting into the deep dark. The once fickle fiasco fades, falling into the forthcoming nostalgia of the once shared sky. ash remnants falling, bound
no longer to the valley of the temporary, but forever constrained by the reality of brief circumstance and time, buried as fossils of earth’s memory,
no different than us.

James Bowie High School

Heroes are …

Heroes are Friends
Heroes are family
Heroes help and heroes listen
When you are having trouble
Heroes love and care
Matter were they are always there
This is what a real hero is to me

Gorzyzki Middle School

Space

Space, there’s so much space filled with dangers & adventures
So many questions to be answered
Each unique in its own way
Each special and daring
Each positive and daunting
Each wanting and needing
And all about every possibility in space
In a universe filled with questions
So many answered and so many left blank, space

Highland Park Elementary

Dust

I set my heart to sail for you

Alone, adrift my nomad soul
On wings of wax flew
A traveler still in search of home.

A single springy curl of moss
Loamy earth and rotting bark
To the wind my voice is lost
Silence sleeps here in the dark.

Remains of you are all I am
As our bodies break into clay, silt, and sand
The ground that I walk will be bed to us both
May we settle softly into the cradle of time’s hand.

No matter how far from home I roam
Underfoot my destination warmly awaits.

Should friend and family first depart
Lovely child, take heart
For we are mud and air
But dust with thought.

LC Anderson High School

Water Slide

Fear and fun all in one

A tube into the unknown.

Where it goes no one knows,

All they know is it’s a water slide.

Gorzycki Middle School

A

I walked into the room
Like I came back from the moon
I didn’t get a B or a C or an F on the test
I am the best
I was so happy I could jump into space
Or run an Olympic race
I felt like jumping on a chair
And roaring like a bear
A 100,000 guys couldn’t stop me
Because I didn’t get a C.

Gorzycki Middle School

A Pathway

You can stay on a path and never look back even though there’s nothing.
You can give up before an ending.
You can start and win for the first time.
You can get a game over.
Maybe you aren’t good enough.
Maybe other people are simply better.
Or they have more experience than you.
Anyone can get better but what’s the cost?
Even with all of these factors, people will always dream.
And people will always achieve their dreams.

Gorzycki Middle School

Win Or Lose

Winning
What is it for
What does it mean?
What is the purpose?
Does it even matter
Who wins or loses?

In war winning is killing others
In games winning is knocking others down
So why do we do it?
It’s as harsh as an eagle kicking its chicks out of the nest

Why do we have “winners”
And “losers”
In the end isn’t everyone a winner?
At at least something?

Do we get joy out of winning?
Or is it just the feeling of triumph over others?
Seriously what does it mean?

If we only had winners and losers then would the world just go
Win
Win
Win
Lose
Win
Lose
Lose
???

I just don’t see the point of having to say someone wins
And someone possibly dies…

Gorzycki Middle School