Category: 2023-2024 Submissions

I’m from a drop of water that fell on the ground and splattered everywhere
From a leaf and the dark clouds in the sky that drop water like it will flood the place.

I’m from my bedroom which is small and big at the same time. My bed moves and makes noises when you get on it. My bedroom window is torn up like an animal trying to scratch it.
I’m from my 3 dogs who play with me every day like a jumping and happy bunny.
And they never get along with each other. But they still spend their time sleeping with me.
I’m from a lamp that shines bright as I am having a bright day but becomes dark when I am sad from a bit of electricity that can power a whole family.

I’m from a drop of water that fell on the ground and splattered everywhere
From a leaf and the dark clouds in the sky that drop water like it will flood the place.

I’m from my bedroom which is small and big at the same time. My bed moves and makes noises when you get on it. My bedroom window is torn up like an animal trying to scratch it.
I’m from my 3 dogs who play with me every day like a jumping and happy bunny.
And they never get along with each other. But they still spend their time sleeping with me.
I’m from a lamp that shines bright as I am having a bright day but becomes dark when I am sad from a bit of electricity that can power a whole family.

It’s been a while now
that I’ve known you,
the bright blue dragon with fierce wing-beats
the sun after rain, the pounding of feet

And before you became a dragon
you were the crumpled yellow flower
with petals that stood against storms
and turned up to the warm glow of the sun,
the chocolate wrapped carefully in
colored foil
You were the sweet sound of strings
a quiet harmony that sang in the back of my mind,
a brisk wind that rippled through trees, rustling the
leaves in the damp grass that clung to our skin

As I watched, you grew into the
bright feathered bird with greens and blues
of varying hues,
attracting the eyes of everyone you pass

And when you morphed into a dragon,
you brought your colors along,
and you shone in the sunlight,
thick armored scales that hide
the storms that strike the yellow flower

You were the fingers curled into a
fake microphone, an inquiring reporter who
explored the unknown
but they faded away as you grew and
you changed into the blue dragon the world sees today

You are the glinting of glasses
that frame soft brown eyes
that hide the lightning that has struck you
behind a mischievous gleam in the light

He gave me wings
And so, I believed I could fly
just as
He gave me life,
so I believed I would live.
He invented,
And so I believed he was smart,
He solved problems,
So I believed that he could solve mine
But in the end,
I think,
I may have trusted too much
Trusted the hands calloused and aged
Trusted the face under hair that had greyed
In the end,
I felt I had perhaps trusted too much
As I fell through the sky
Hot wax dripping,
Fumbling, flipping,
As wind blew and feathers flew
from crumpled wings, torn from my skin
akin
to a fallen angel,
cast from Heaven above
As I
choked and drowned the whole plummet down

Tim Mcgraw
All Too Well
You Belong With Me
Look What You Made Me Do
Our Song
Ready For It

Style
Willow
I Can See You
Fearless
Teardrops On My Guitar
are just a few of Taylor Swift’s songs.
Taylor Swift won Album of the Year 2024
One of her albums is Evermore
Midnights was the album that won
I really love her music, a ton
I think Taylor Swift is the best
But sometimes they really put her to the test
Even my dog loves her, how about you?
I bet you’d love her music, too
Taylor Swift, Fearless, Speak Now, and Red
1989,Reputation, Lover, these albums get stuck in my head
Folklore, Evermore, and Midnights
If you called Taylor Swift the best singer, I’d say you’re right
Taylor Swift has talents galore
She can always do a little bit more

I should like the summer
But I am tired of the heat
I am tired of the long lilting poems
Cracking like limestone on the ground

The words that don’t reach my ears
Too trodden upon to lift their wings above the sun
Have decided to go someplace where the embrace of heat isn’t choking

Where instead the rain comes down
Washing away what yesterday brought about

But here
The heat never leaves
It places its hand around your throat
Making you beg for a release

Please God let the rain come down
Let it fix the wounds that dance across my knees
Let it rinse away the salt that’s burrowed its way in too deep

Let it give me back my voice
One that is parched and hunched over
Like an old woman hiking the streets of the town she grew up
The heat will turn her to nothing

She knows she will go from dust to dust
But what will return her to you
Is the rain

The rain that pounds and drums and leaves
Always it leaves
There for you to take it for granted
There for you to wish it to leave

Until the sun comes back
Until the clouds decide to let the sun shine
And the sun is worse than the rain

Football is…
fans cheering
whistles blowing
footballs flying
pads colliding
coaches yelling
players tackling
Football is many things.

It’s a funny thing,
The word home,
With so much meaning and none at all
That timeless institution
Possessed by anyone you ask
Not me – I grew up on the road
And in the sky
In snow and sun and rain and trees with
colored leaves that crunch under my feet
On sidewalks with fruit stands and pigeons and cigarettes
Puddles you can’t jump in,
A slow trickling creek bed
Graffiti and monuments, on subway, on foot,
I grew up nowhere and everywhere
Not a single concrete place
So I made one myself
Or at least, found it along the way

I grew up between the pages
Of a tattered old book
Across chapters I read infinite times,
I befriended the authors and characters they made
And their worlds became real
Their worlds became mine
And I did not have to wait for bus or plane
I could return at my choosing,
To this home I grew up alongside

It’s a funny thing, the word home
And if asked for mine, I might name a few places I’ve lived once before
But really I grew up
In stories, on pages
In castles, on dragons, in sword-fights and wand duels,
With magic and muggles and myths and mist
And demons and angels, heroes and villains
And gods and bad poetry
I grew up nowhere and everywhere but above all, in books

I’m from my computer
From my Wii and my Switch
I am from souvlaki and mushroom risotto.

I am from my mom and my dad
I am from the vegetable garden that my family made
I am from my soft and comfy bed

Jax
My giant furball
Lazy as a sloth
Barks for no reason and thats what i love.

Took him outside
Then he got lost
Found him with a guy
What a stupid dog
Thats what I love.

He poops in the house
Then he went blind
He was in pain.
We knew it was time.
Thats what I didn’t love.

We said our goodbyes.
Drove him away.
Tears down are eyes.
But we knew we put him in a better place.
And that’s what I love.