I wear my hair in a braid so it
stays out of my way
My mom’s hair is black like the night
and it goes way down her back
My dad’s hair is short like beavers
cut it with their teeth
My brother’s hair sticks straight up
By Katrina, 3rd Grade
I want big muscles like my mom’s
She is so strong
I want a kind heart like my dad’s
He is so nice
By Stuart, 2nd Grade
Blue like shimmering water
Blue like my friend’s eyes
Blue like berries in summer
Blue like a robin’s egg
Blue like forever
By Mercy, 3rd Grade
I feel alive when I am in the water
swimming strong like a fish
I feel alive when I play the piano
my fingers flying across the keys
I feel alive when I’m laughing
with my mom in the kitchen
I feel alive when I’m happy
doing what I love
By Jennifer, 4th Grade
Sometimes you take the long way home.
You mess up. You think you know it all.
You leave with your hands in fists.
Then you wake up alone. Not so sure.
And you want to go back. Home.
By Sh’nae, 10th Grade
Go past the big tree at the end of the street
Its trunk is as big as my little sister
Then walk past the house with the cat
who is always hiding in the bushes
Run past the house with the barking dog
because he is scary
Next turn at the fire hydrant and you’ll see
a yellow house with a white mailbox
It’s where I live and I love it
By Kaitlan, 3rd grade
I overlook the little things
way, way too much
a tall glass of water
with ice cubes
on hot summer day.
By Jay, 8th Grade
I am a pair of sandals. I have beautiful stripes that are more colorful than a rainbow. I was happy this summer when a girl bought me. She wore me all summer long, and we had so much fun running and playing at the beach.Then, summer ended, and the girl had to go to school. Her school said, “No flip flops!” Now, I have to spend my whole day in a dark closet. I’m lonely! I hope summer comes again soon.
By Micaela, 2nd Grade
I wish that unicorns were real.
I wish I had a pet flamingo.
I wish my mom lived to be 100 years old.
I wish all the people had 100 shoes.
By Macall, Kindergarten
hair’s bleached lighter
skin tanned darker
days feel longer
driving in the car
on the sandy floor
the sun fades like old blue jeans
the rays, blinding
but soothing too
the sun sinks in the ocean
closing its eyes to dream–
to dream about a new tomorrow
By Kylie, 7th Grade
In the summer I eat more bananas
and go to the movies with my mom
In the summer I play with my cousins
and have sleepovers with friends
In the summer I go to fun camps
and meet kids from all over the city
In the summer I feel happy like
dancing after dinner
By Chelsea, 3rd Grade
I am marching down the street.
It’s night, and I am singing with
people all around me.
It’s cold, but I don’t notice
because I am trying to find my
way to freedom. I am letting
my soul take flight like a bird.
My arms are linked to the sky.
Voices ring in my ears as we
sing our way to heaven.
By Maya, 4th Grade
You stand deep in the snow.
You walk in the circular path
around the cracked ice on the lake,
the water underneath like black quartz.
You look around the frozen tundra and see him,
a weeping man on the thin ice.
He sees you and runs.
You yell but it’s too late.
The world slows as the ice shatters
underfoot. He stumbles,
you see the fear in his blazing sea green eyes.
“Help,” they seem to say but it’s too late.
He plunges into the ice cold water
and I know in my heart it’s too late to stop it.
By Max, 9th Grade
I am skipping and jumping rope
under the sun with my friend.
I tell her we will be friends forever.
If only we could go on top of the
world so we could feel the soft
floating clouds and be always happy.
By Reyna, 2nd Grade
When I feel powerful, I wear pink.
I write stories about girls who
run the world.
My heart feels like a drum,
but I won’t let anything stop me
when I feel powerful.
By Tria, 2nd Grade
Gigantic Sequins is a literary arts journal. Check out their announcement below about a contest for teen poets:
GIGANTIC TEEN SEQUINS:
CALLING ALL TEENAGE POETS!
In celebration of young poets, Gigantic Sequins is seeking submissions of poems from teenage writers ages 14 through 19 for an online feature!
Interested? Submit 3-5 poems, no longer than 2 pages each, to firstname.lastname@example.org
The deadline for submissions is JULY 20th, and all those who submit will be notified about the status of their submission by JULY 27th!
When you submit, please do the following!
1. Include a cover letter in the body of the email, listing your age, your email address, the name of your school and city, and a brief biography (any personal information of your choosing, up to 100 words).
2. Include your poetry submission as a document attached to your email in a .doc or .docx format.
A single poem from each age group will be given a spotlight on the Gigantic Sequins blog. Even if your poem is not selected for a spotlight, you will be listed on our site and receive the distinction of honorable mention in celebration of your dedication to poetry!
Each age group will be judged individually by the poet Robby Auld an undergraduate student at Salem State University, and by the poet Sophie Klahr, Robby’s mentor and Gigantic Sequins’ creative contributing editor.
The Gigantic Teen Sequins feature will appear on our blog during August 2015 and be publicized on all of the Gigantic Sequins social media sites.
You can find us online on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and our home site! Questions from teachers or students may be directed to Sophie at email@example.com.
When my aunt comes to visit
we have SO MUCH FUN!
She brings us crazy string
and tells us stories.
She laughs when we jump
off the couch and snort
milk out of our noses!
My aunt knows how to
blast open a day.
Not even rain gets her
down. She is SO MUCH FUN!
By Josh, 3rd Grade
My grandma was a kindergarten teacher, and one of the songs she taught her class was, “Clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere. Clean up, clean up, everybody do their share.” Whenever we went over to her house and made a big mess, she’d start singing this song.
My grandma made an impact on me because now whenever something bad happens in my community, I don’t just sit around. I get up and ask, “How can I pitch in?” because in the back of my head, I can hear grandma singing, “Clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere.”
By Jolene, 11th Grade