Poetry

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.

Oceanside

Some people walk
In the paths made by others, those
Who came before,
Footprints and bootprints in the sand
Heavy and methodical, or
Light and dancing
And everything in between.

I'd like to think that
I dare to walk in the deeper,
Unmarked sand,
Leaving prints of my own.

And if the sand is
So hot that it scorches
The soles of my feet,
I'll tiptoe, quick like
A water nymph
To the oceanside,
Play like a child in the gentle
Waves, chasing
Long-legged seabirds

Lily Alexandra Mell is 14 years old and is Home-schooled. She plays violin in two student orchestras, and is an avid reader. She was published in the premier edition of PS Junior. She has a poetry manuscript compiled, and is working on writing a science-fiction novel.

Awe

The breeze tickles my smooth cheeks. The warmth of the sinking sun’s rays buries into my skin. Bursts of purples, blues, reds, and oranges cover the sky, outlining the bright sun. Practically diving into the crystal clear water, the orange ball of light skims the horizon. The cool waves kiss my toes and the grains beneath my feet create the feeling of safety. The worries suffocating my mind drown in the peacefulness. The salty smell and crashing waves fill my senses with joy.  

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