Poetry

Pizza

I tried to eat my pizza
But it bit me back!
And never again
did I eat it
all because of that

Benjamin Walker is a third grade student at Strawbridge Elementary School in Haddon Township,NJ. His keen sense of humor is portrayed in his writing and art. Ben loves family, friends, reading and writing. Several authors have influenced him, but Shel Silverstein is a favorite poet. Ben's funny stories keep his family and friends entertained and bring joy to their lives.

Music is a River

Music is a river,
Ever flowing to my heart.

Music is a river,
Smooth and peaceful,
Lulling me to sleep.

Music is a river,
Burbling and giddy,
Making me smile.

Music is a river,
Running rapid,
Making me giggle.

Music is a river,
Dark and murky,
Making me sad.

Music is a river,
Thick and winding,
Making me wonder.

Immanuel Mykyta-Chomsky is 11 years old and attends The Philadelphia School. He also enjoys playing the piano and listening to operas. Immanuel wrote this poem because, “I love music and music makes me feel a lot of different things.”

My Pal Shell

You sound like the waves crashing at the shore
You feel pointy as a sea urchin in the sea
You smell like a waffle cone
But…
I’m not going to taste you
My pal, Shell

Gavin Looram is a 3rd grader at Strawbridge Elementary in Haddon Township, NJ. He is 9 years old and has a brother, Graham, who is 7 and a sister, Sage, who is 5. He enjoys sports of all kinds and is currently playing outfield in the HTAA Little League Minors. He is an avid reader, an avowed carnivore, and is a huge fan of professional wrestling.

Baltimore Ravens

Joe Flacco is the best quarterback I know
he can really throw
he’s the best quarterback that I know.

Ray Rice is an awesome running back
he can get a touchdown in a single second
he’s the awesomest!

They can both throw
They’re on the Baltimore Ravens!
Better than any athlete I know!

Somewhere Beneath My Curled Toes

My heart was beating,
My lips quivering from the chill,
My bones aching,
My breath coming in uneven gulps,
And a single tear rolled off
my lower eyelash
and onto,
the tightly packed,
autumn cooled,
dirt.

It was done,
case closed,
over.
Her body,
Cold and still
And gone
Lay somewhere
beneath my curled toes.
Her cheerful green eyes,
dull deep in their sockets.
Her rosy cheeks,
turned white.
And her smile,
a peaceful grimace.
All somewhere beneath my curled toes.

Laura Haskin is in the eighth grade at the Masterman School. She enjoys painting, drawing, writing, and reading (of course).

Lullaby

The evening train came speeding by
So again she lightly perched, a seldom rest from winded fly
The regrets and sighs that fain be sung
Sang freely in her lullaby

The secrets that I with you share
Are your burdens to shamely bare

Dark and tearful music laid
For haunting were my youngest days

So lean your head in, quickly, close!
And hear my screeching lullaby

With eyes half shut
Looking sadly on
Where the land of dreams might lay
Wishing she could go again

Marcela is in sixth grade and loves writing, basketball, volleyball and track.  She aspires to be on Broadway, in the Olympics or a poet and her special talents include hula-hooping, wiggling her ears and doing long jump.

The Skeleton Girl

She dances on her piano
with her skeleton toes
cobwebs covering her clothes,
she smiles.

Her bones quake.
She touches her wasted face,
slips on the yellowed lace
that covers her piano.

Her bloody lips grimace
as she pulls herself up.
She reaches for her martini cup
and swallows, then repeats.

The martini burns her throat,
makes her moan.
But no one hears her, she's all alone
Just a haunted, eroding pile of bone.

The skeleton girl,
all alone in the world

Juliette is a ninth grade student at Hallahan High School who enjoys writing and playing sports in her free time.

Notebooks of Poetry

And so she filled her notebooks with poetry
Trying to make sense of this world of lies
Burning her bridges—
Severing her ties
With anyone who double-crossed her

And so she filled her notebooks with poetry
Trying to get lost in a world of rhyme,
And looking for one with reason.
If she had the guts and if she had the time,
She'd open her eyes and find one.

And so she filled her notebooks with poetry
Because poetry was beer.
It made her toes tingle, her toes tingle,
Made her troubles disappear.

Juliette is a ninth grade student at Hallahan High School who enjoys writing and playing sports in her free time.

Duality of the Universal Solvent

Burning, freezing, melting, cold and hot and tepid,

                Rolling, falling, rising, rushing, pounding, dripping, slithering.

                                One drop is tiny, insignificant.

                Yet it is these drops that level stone, drown man and beast, and wear down mountains.

Always moving, completely placid.

                Life-giving, life-taking

Jonathan likes reading, playing with his cat, and walking in Pennypack Park. He enjoys spending time with friends and is in twelfth grade at Northeast High School.

Watching

I watch them everyday,
Never being seen nor heard

Like a million invisible flies on a wall

Doing nothing-only watching
Thinking…should I help?
it would save her from all the Hurt

But then,
will they come after ME?

should I tell someone?
Or
just turn the other way

Flies.

There are many flies out there
Just like me,
What do those flies do?
Do they continue watching…or…help?

Do I want to be a fly
Anymore?

They called her an ugly fat cow today

Taylor Kroll lives in Jenkintown, Pennsylvania and is in 10th grade.

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