Vision+Voice

Who made the universe
Who made the stars and the sun
Who made life
This world,
I mean- The one who has used creativity
To create this world from scratch
Now they have the power
Now they have the power of imagination
I don’t know exactly what a spark is
I don’t know how to think
How to imagine
How to brainstorm
How to create
Which is what I have been trying all day
Tell me was it hard for them too
Tell me what will happen next
In our world of stars

by Sophie P.

Deep in the forest the mockingbird cries
And the sun’s light will say it’s goodbyes
And everyone knows
That after it snows
Tree, brush, and flowerbud dies

Deep in the snow, the grasses turn dark
And away flies the sparrow and lark
Hear their sweet song
As they fly along
Leaving the evergreen’s bark

Deep in the winter, the ice starts to melt
And away goes the cold that everyone felt
And the birds that sing
Return wind under wing
And the bear shakes snow from its pelt

by Jane P.

Can you hear
the song
of life?
The song
that never ends,
the song
that every day
continues to be written?

Bustling cities
fill the emptiness
of silence
with noise,
a symphony of
drivers,
pushing their way
through a sea
of cars,
voices
talking,
sharing hopes
and dreams,
protesters,
fighting for their rights,
their lives,
hoping to make
a difference,
for their voices
to be heard.

Oceans
make sounds
of a lively
ecosystem,
waves
roll in,
bringing life
to an empty shoreline,
whales
call out,
singing their
sweet songs,
boats
blow their horns,
letting the people
find serenity.

Schools
sound of children,
teenagers,
adults,
building a future,
learning what it takes
to live in
this reality,
passing wisdom down
from generation
to generation.

Can you hear
the song
of life?

by Wilhelmine H.

Tim is a Jororg; don’t ask what that is.
He had a long tail that used to be his.
His tail had three eyes, a mouth, and a nose.
It was taken while he stood on his toes.
Tim loved his tail more than any other,
And it was taken by his brother.
Jim the Hororg, who was horribly mean –
He had grabbed Tim’s tail and turned it into a bean.
Jororgs and Hororgs simply hated each other.
One day while Tim stood on his toes,
He felt something pop right out of his clothes.
His tail had regrown; he jumped around with great joy.
His new tail was not someone to annoy,
Because if you did you’d become its new toy.
Hororgs never simply ever did steal a tail again,
They could go with the old beans in a can.

by Thomas E.

She’s sweet as a lemon, sour as a peach
she is like a cat;
rough as the tongue and soft as the fur
she is kind and unkind
cool and uncool
nice and sassy
fun and rude
her bite can hurt, but it also can feel playful
like a kitten with a person or a toy
so in the end
we’re best friends

by Addison M.

I’m
trying
my best here.
Why is that so
hard for you to see?
Life is so confusing.
I’m not perfect, but I’m good.
Life isn’t a fairy tale. It’s real.
Why do you make life so hard for me?
I’m trying my best here. You know it is hard.

by Zenobia M.

The Balloon
my
Big, red balloon
Floated high in the
Sky it made me cry that it
Flew so high but then I knew
That some lucky kid will wonder
“How far has my balloon wandered?”
And that’s my answer for you:
Your balloon wanders as far as
Your mind will.
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.
.

by Bebe M.

I have a dream
Inspired by MLK jr
By Alice Nichols

I have a dream that one day there will be no wars and that no one will be a slave. That everyone will get a chance to get the rights of an everyday citizen.
That no one will be excluded.
That every one will be able to taste the sweet creamy taste of eating dessert.

I have a dream that every one will be treated like a living person and no one is thought to be invisible.
That everyone will be able to hear the air conditioning when they walk into their house.
That everyone can go to school.

I have a dream that I can go to school and not see someone getting bullied by someone older (or younger).
That everyone can see the presents under the Christmas tree when it’s that time of year.
That everyone says I’m a vampire or something on Halloween.
I have a dream that everyone can walk in on a cold night into their house and feel the warm air wash over them.
That everyone can have a loving family to help you and hug you when you’re feeling down.
And yes some people say this “dream” of your’s is never going to come true, but I believe that one day my dream will come true for everyone.

by Alice N.

Drops in the ocean
colder than your hand.
Can be made into a sculpture
can be found on water or land.

Can be as small as a pebble
or as big as a boulder
So many different textures
Every day it’s getting older.

by Bea R.

Tears dripping down like rain
Voices in my brain
Emotions fill me
Can’t see clearly
Trying to breath slowly
So let me just
Meditate
And take a break.

Don’t know how to feel
Just rage and pain
Sadness and fear
Drowned in water
From my tears.

And no matter how hard we try
We all get caught in a fight
And lose against a great big eye
Named…
LIFE.

But wait its all slowed down
all of it to a stop
Finally all of it can not
Finally peace will rise
As I close my eyes
For a new day
For a happy life.

by Audrey B.