Poetry

Head of the Table

Sit at the head of the table,
where the eldest sits,
where all fights start,
where they end,
where you spend your life,
where you recite grace,
where so many bottoms have sat,
where unwritten history is made,
where generations change,
religions change,
where the chair won’t forget you,
or judge you,
but miss you when you’re gone,
when nobody else will.

Serenity Baruzzini is a precocious 6th grader enrolled at Mastery Charter. She is drawn to poetry but has written a number of short stories as well and hopes to write a novel about a young spy.

Mama Said

The pungent smell of cigarettes inflames her nose
She wants to turn around and run
Run far away until the blinking lights are no longer visible
But she hears mama’s voice telling her it’s all right to stay

So she walks to the end of the bar
With every step she takes in her six-inch heels comes the threat of falling
But mama said not to worry
She’d get used to them in no time

Taking a seat at the bar, she looks around
She can’t help but stare at all the lowlifes;
She can’t help thinking she is one

Anna Zachwieja is a 10th grader at Haverford High School. Some of her interests include writing, baking, and dancing. This is her first published piece.

Elements

Earth, fire, water, and wind. Each element provides humanity with something amazing but holds the power to conjure unwieldy disasters. Earth, with its aesthetic landscapes and array of color and textures, could collapse at any given moment, causing worldwide adversity.

Marissa Wenglicki is 14 years old and currently attends PA Cyber Charter School. She is from Feasterville, PA.

Pray for the People in Camden

With pale blue eyes and cropped red hair,
She is a fixture in these parts.
72 pounds and no way to gain,
Heavy blankets of despair
Drape over her frail body,
Swallowing her,
She has no hope.

Her name is Mary,
But so few know.
They don’t care.
Her pain.
Never realizing,
They are practically the same,
Lost in their own struggles
Amongst several others
In this big city.

The sun begins to set,
But she has nowhere to go.
So many directions,
But none seem right.
A cool breeze,

Ali Binder is a 10th-grade student at Haverford High School. She is in the school orchestra and loves being a part of the color guard with the competition marching band. She is passionate about service and is an active member at her church. This is her first piece to be published.

The Tearful Alligator

The tearful alligator
traveled as the breeze blew
in Siberia.

The alligator is happy when
the sun comes out
and goes in the lake.

The alligator is sad when
it rains, and his friends
don’t play with him.

One day,
he went to his friends’
home to ask them to play.

They said yes, and
they played tag.
The alligator was feeling good!

Jordan J. was a Mighty Writer in the 2nd grade and is remembered for her smile and meticulous attention to detail. She’s now in 5th or 6th grade but left this poem in the Mighty Writer’s archives. She attended the program daily when she lived in South Philadelphia and is now believed to be in a ‘writer at large’ in Germantown.

Memorized

It’s glued inside forever
told
Real and natural
It’s hard to forget, I won’t
that’s for sure because great
memories are obviously pure.

Juwaireyah Dorsey is a 4th grader at Universal Institute Charter School. She is also a student at Mighty Writers.

Boy

Boy
reflector
17, 1950
could fly like
tsunami like
California breeze high school
with gusto, but blend in
weird / different / unique
bullied, smaller
reads comics
part chameleon and rich, but
doesn’t like dressing rich, and
yellow / blue eyes like
cuban russian danish
invisiblend
gray black and silver suit like spider man
has to protect just his friend / girlfriend so
he grows eagle wings

Azariah Collins is in the 4th grade and likes to write at Mighty Writers. She also likes cheerleading and lives with her three brothers, one sister, and her parents. Azariah is proud of her Greek, Indian, and African American heritage.

Daddy

Nurse, musician
guiding, loving , laughing
best dad in the universe
Father.

Maggie MacLean is 7 years old. Her favorite things to do are reading, crafting, and playing with make-up. She loves to eat lunch meat, tacos, burgers, and anything sweet.

Praying Mantis Pod

Brown, dry, crinkly
Camouflaged like a spy in dark glasses and a trench coat
300 babies in a teeny tiny space
They will drop out with no sound, leaving behind an empty pod
I hope I get to see just one
Because finding a praying mantis is cool
Nature is magical
Everywhere I look I find clues
To the secret world that lives all around me

Connor Simpkins, age 7, is a 1st grader at Penn Wynne Elementary School. He enjoys being outside in nature, reading, rhyming words, and building Legos.

Soldier Love

Oh, how I miss thee,
My love,
To swaddle me
In your arms
I so desire,
But you seek a certain thrill
That I cannot provide,
My love,
Off fighting for your country
When your real quarrel
Is with me,
With time.
The one that we don't have
Your eyes,
That I shall never see,
My love,
Come back to me.

Without passion, there is no satisfaction - That's what someone important told me.

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