Poetry

Mountains of mashed potatoes
Gallons of gravy
Biscuits of biblical proportion
Profound pumpkin pie
Countless kernels of corn
Stuffing so scrumptious it sings
Peas preferable to anything on the table
In my belly

Love for Horses
By Christopher Raiche

Oh, how I love to ride horses!
To feel the rush of the wind on my face.
How I love to gallop up a hillside,
And have the scenery take my breath away.
I love to see the log cabins
And to view in front, their lovely fountains
High up on the beautiful mountains.

Oh, how I love the joy of riding!
Of just me and my horse abiding.
From the time I walk right out that gate;
And then begin to travel at different rates
As I move him, from gait to gait
Then all too soon, I must turn back,
For it is getting late.

Oh how I hate to head back,
But I must, so I start.
I begin at a steady walk
Then to myself, I start to talk.
I say, ‘Yes, I love you my horse,
And this I know very well.
And if I love you enough,
I know you’ll love me as well.’

I see the earth through my soul
From every angle, it seems more beautiful.
The earth sparkles to me
And I to it.
And the creatures on it
I share the sky with my brothers,
My sisters.
We shine together as one - to make one proud
To impress my brother Earth
It can get lonely, or sad, when no one comes by
Once a meteor cousin comes
Or a friend from a different galaxy.
But then they came.
The two legged creatures.
My brother's best friends.
The kind people
Not tortuous like the asteroids.
But the humans chose me
The thrill of fitting in suceeded.
I saw these humans once
I saw them twice.
And in my lava center
I felt warmer than before.
And I had see the world, my brother
With all the glory
Through my soul
I saw the brilliant shining earth
All its beauty
Our Earth
And I'm the moon.

The new me is just around the corner.
Think of the old bitch Ashley as the former. I trust and believe your word. I am so happy I met you, and that I thank the lord. I am here to say I will not wrong you again. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. No more hurt feelings that cut like a knife.
I will never again be afraid to tell you something. I know the truth is way better then nothing.
I will not make any more mistakes.
That in the end will make me look like a fake.
I am ready to become the person we know I can.
And can't wait to call you my man again.
I will not again lie to you.
Because I seriously want it to be again just us two.
I'm going to make you so proud.

I sit here
Locked In my room
Thinking of you,
Of your smile,
Your laugh,
Urging for a chance
To see you again,
Because I cant stand not seeing
You
It would be just to painful,
I'd be
Searching around every corner,
Anywhere where I go
I just need to see your face,
Just to set my mind at ease,
Because its like you,
Control
My mind with what is going
On in yours.

Baseball Field

By Luke Hungerford
Sheldon Elementary School, Grade 8

The field was long and old.
The dirt was freshly redone.
It smelled of sunflower seeds and sweat.
It smelled of hot dogs and popcorn.
It was filled with all sorts of things that you find on a baseball field: spit-out sunflower seeds, long-lost batting gloves, left-behind bats, dirt-covered baseballs, the occasional whiffle ball, Gatorade bottles, wads of gum, bases and forgotten helmets.
It is the kind of place you miss playing in during the winter.
It is the kind of place where a kid can be a sports hero.

Missing you,
The way you look me in the eyes,
The way you laugh, talk, smile
When I’m with you my heart pounds fast,
When we’re apart my heart rips in two,
All my life I never thought I’d feel this way,
Laying on my bed, all alone in the dark, crying
Missing you…
I hug my pillow believing that its you,
I know there is other people in the world,
But i don’t want them i want you and only you.
One tear strolls down my cheek then another then another,
I won’t stop this till you’re right here by my side,
missing your smile, missing the things you do,
I sit on my bed,
Missing you…
I need you! I want you! and I’ll feel this way until I have you!
You wipe away my tears,
You frighten away my fears.
My life is incomplete without you,
My heart is apart till I have you,
I pray, I wish, and dream till the day I’ll be with you until then I’ll be here,
Missing you…

Writing

By Brian Roberge
Westford School, Grade 7

when you write you let your emotions go
writing is freedom in a keyboard
or in a pen
your life in a paper
or your world in a screen
that's what writing is
it's a way to escape
into another world
a land you create
so when you start to write
don't let people hold you back
because if you remember that
writing is your own
and whatever you say is what you want

I remember the time,I remember the place,
I remember the feeling and the look on your face. You looked so good in your T-shirt and jeans and every night you were in my dreams.
I wish I could be with you every night and day because I love you more then words can ever say.
When I looked into your eyes I knew it was true my heart never lies, I was in love with you.

Words

By Brian Roberge
Westford School, Grade 7

words can be weapons
but not everybody knows that
because when they say things
they think it rolls off my back
but words can be weapons
so they are spears in my side
and they are tipped with the poison
of disrespect
people don't know it
but there is no armor for words
because words can be weapons
and I have the scars to show it

Ha Ha Ha is the same as lol
it never gets boring when you have to tell
tell something about you, friends, or fam
its always exciting to look at them
Funny, ewwy, beautiful, or sad
the pics we share make us glad
txting and talking are so last year
so when you log on give me a cheer
It starts with F, ends with K
you figure it out and then yell HEY!

I'm always standing there
but nobody ever gives a stare
because I'm just waiting there
for someone to come
I wonder if I'm doing something wrong
for all the people that ignore me
but when I try to talk to them
they just walk away from me
so I think that if I wait long enough
maby things will change
but those are far off dreames
of a better time

Fear's Drum

By Zoe Boner
Pacem Learning Community, Grade 10

Fear comes
beating at the blood-colored drum
I know so well.
I crouch down
trying to blend
trying to hide
but I know that I can't.
Fear knows me, loves me
and in a way
protects me.

The Heart of the Wolf

By Adelaide Toensing
Charlotte Central School, Grade 3

The creature of the night will call you with his howl.

You feel a rage of energy through your body and shiver as a
cool breeze flows through the peaceful howl of the moon howler.
He howls peaceful music.
Soon, you fall into the magic from the moon caller.

After the alpha male howls they all come running to him.
I catch sight of the moonlight show -
It brings joy to every person to see this beautiful show of moon dancers perform
and sing with pride as I listen to them sing me a lullaby.

I fall asleep from the music.
I wake up the next morning and see a new pup with its mother,
licking her baby pup -
it makes a cute squeak.

I go outside to see a little closer.

NOTE: There are some wonderful poems in this post. Check them out. -- gg

Poems

By Laura Nema
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Limerick:
A fluffy kitten slurped some milk
Then accidentally slipped on some silk
But he looked confused
For what had happened
For instead of milk he had drunk liebfraumilch.

Fall
Orange, red, yellow
The leaves fall to the ground.
Gracefully leaping, twisting and diving like a dance.

A child’s gleeful laugh
Running through the leaves
So that they rise around you
And encircle you in there warmth.

Beauty of Fall
Warm colors
Obscure you vision.
A trick on your eyes?
Not quite.

More natural
More wondrous
Is the beauty of Fall.

Cherry Blossoms
Come with me,
Light the path.
Of a voiceless spring night
Bewitched by the fallen Cherry Blossoms.

Alone
A full moon that’s crimson red
Blades of grass
Stained with blood.

We live in a matrix
A world filled with special things.
All of these special things are vivacious
They all have spirit and animation.
But in this matrix the vivacious objects aren't just humans and animals they are spurious objects; some of these objects are amenities, things we think we need.
In our matrix there are spurious objects and things of vivacity, but there is also nature, the most beautiful part of all.
The waves, trees and the wind that is undulant like the waves in the ocean.
The Undulant wind when it is in a vehemence mood can be a very dangerous part of our matrix.
But there isn’t just danger there is beauty.
We live in a changing matrix, from summer to fall to winter and spring.
The summer when the flowers are in bloom and the sun makes you feel warm.
Fall when the leaves change and begin to fall and you can feel the changing once more in the season.
Winter the coldest change but the most beautiful change of all.

Dog

By Kiley Pratt
Bridge School, Grade 6

Running, Running, always running
Beside man for one hundred thousand years
From club to sword to gun
From wolf to dog
But it does not matter to you
As long as you have food
And a warm bed
And a human to love
Then you are happy
And he is happy
And you are both happy
As you walk together for one hundred thousand years

Tornado!

By Ian R. Sturm
Brewster Pierce Memorial School, Grade 4

A tornado is coming
a tornado is coming
A tornado is
coming to
town. It's
mashing
it's crashing
it's munching
it's crunching
it's eating
our little
town.
Woosh!
Aahh!
Crunch!
Gulp!

Earth's hair, Earth's hair
Brown and Green it is.
We clip it every day.
Some of it is hay.
It grows every night.
Slowly at night.
In winter it is gone.
But hold on.
It is back in Spring.
Greener then a tree.

Chuckling, Giggling,
Smiling, Laughing these are the things
I do.
Grinning, Singing
Joking around
this is my
Good Mood!

A New Baby in Town

By Ian R. Sturm
Brewster Pierce Memorial School, Grade 4

New baby
in town!
New baby
in town!
It's a
beautiful
sight!
From its
cute little
toes to
its button
nose!
Her
parents
are filled
with delight!
She has her
mom's eyes.
Sparkling
like the
Stars.
She has her dad's
peaceful
way.
Like a
river flowing by.
Welcome
to the world.
How joyful
am I?

Re-cess slide, sliding on by
Re-cess slide, better go hide

I'm flying off the end
playing in the sun,
come on people lets have some
fuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnn!

Re-cess slide, sliding on by
Re-cess slide, better go hide.

The Mystery

By Kevin Morin
Colchester High School, Grade 11

The girl who keeps me going through the day
The one whose character stuns me still
She captures my soul with what she doesn’t have
Her eyes reflect years of disappointment and anger
But never will she tell
The mystery that she reveals through her words
The code that she keeps looked inside her tattered soul
The code which I so long to decipher
What does one need to possess to decipher her code?
She wants to love but never will she speak
Friends try to unlock the mystery but only give up in defeat
She longs to hear the heart beat of another soul beside her
One shall never determine what her expression depicts
The mystery girl who portrays herself as a rough rock
But her insides are soft like a melting cinnamon bun
The cinnamon comes off so easily when the bun is warm
However the rock crumbles when her feelings are revealed
What is her code?
Why does she portray such a mystery?

Mystery Girl

By Samantha Day
Browns River Middle School, Grade 6

No one knew who she was
She was alone, with no one beside her
Walking with no shoes
Her feet were covered in dust and grime
Her throat musty and dry
Her hair in a messy bun
She walked on slowly
With rags as clothes
Not caring about the world around her
She looked straight ahead
Her eyes cloudy from pain
She walked on
To her people
She wasn’t a nobody
She wasn’t a somebody
She was Mystery Girl.

Autumn

By Rosie Grout
Spaulding High School, Grade 12

Yellow, red 'n orange
that's all I see out these
windows besides a hint of
green that still survives
but these bright colors
will soon die
like me
and
turn
brown
'n fall tumbling to the ground

You looked at my face, thought you could get me
Better look twice, it won't be that easy.
Think it's because you're a little older.
All you'll get from me is my cold shoulder
You shouldn't judge someone by what you see.
You may be wrong like you were wrong about me.
I'm not to young to know the right things to do and one of those things is not to get with you.
I don't want no pain, did you hear me say... I'm not gonna get with you so please just go away.

So what's up between us? You don't want to call me your girlfriend.
You don't want to call me anything... You don't want to mix me up with any fixed idea,
with something that ought to be true. What are you scared of?
Are you scared of being loved. Letting somebody love you,
letting you're guard down, showing me everything? You just want me to be there. Okay,
so that's what I want. I'll see you again, right?

It's not the size that counts

By Ashley M. Knight
Oxbow High School, Grade 12

My hair blows in the wind, because it is growing regrets.
My eyes slant because I'm laughing, laughing at you.
My fists clench because I'm ready to fight, ready to fight you.
My shoulders are small, yet big enough to shrug you off.
My feet are tiny, yet big enough to walk away from you.
My hands are small, yet big enough to wave good-bye to you.
Smoke is coming from my mouth, because the fire I had for you is out.

How do I tell you we can't go on
How do I tell you this isn't working,
How do I tell you that I was wrong,
To say some of those things
How do I tell you this needs to end
How do I tell you I need to break,
You heart to be a better friend

I need you to understand
It's not that I don't care about you
But I can not hold your hand
When I don't think it will continue

I'm sorry that it has to be this way
It kills me to see you pain
But it would be best for you and me,
If we make a lose our gain.

She lies on the floor half dead
Half alive
Numb and torn inside

She's tried to many times
To get them to understand
She can't do it anymore.

She thinks about death
How she's going to die
How she's going to commit suicide

Then as she slits her wrists,
Tears fall down the sad girl's face
As she wishes to go to a better place.