Come with me Let’s start a new story Wake me up from my past dreams with the kiss of the future Walk me to the balcony Grab me by my hand Let’s jump out of this bad plan and maybe we will wind up in the future Boom. Are we there? by London, 12th grade

It happened all of a sudden like my life was ending in front of me. Water rushing through the door like surfing on a beach. Climbing in the attic like dogs starving for food. We had to walk through dirty water with the wind raging in every person’s ear. It bothered me and made me… Read more »

the sun shining as I walk, as the water runs out, children splashing each other tamales my mom makes in the kitchen watching how delicately she turns them on the stove cars stopping every second children trying to earn money by putting fire in their mouths in the streets going down to get in a… Read more »

I’m turning nine, but I still look back and see pictures of me. I see pictures of my mom going on every field trip I had, and in every picture I looked into, I saw my mom and me. I stopped and looked at a picture of my mother and me on a swing. I… Read more »

Black bike tracks on the hard cement The crazy driver zipping down the street The pears on the pear tree in the back yard growing as slow as molasses. My mom rushing to get to work Me erasing so many times my eraser is dust Drawing so fast, my hand falls off. Watching my dad… Read more »

I am the moon reflecting off the calm, blue water. I am a balloon drifting higher and higher, hovering above the clouds. I am a raindrop plummeting down from the bright sky. I am a tree feeling the nourishment from the sun. I am the leaves fluttering down from a magnolia tree. I am the… Read more »

Dear Pluto, It’s us, we are kicking you out. Your ego was the size of the sun, And you’re no longer considered to be one of us. Have fun in another galaxy! Sincerely, The Solar System P.S—You left some of your moons; we expect that you’ll be by to pick them up. A.S.A.P. by Emily,… Read more »

The lions are roaring with temper. The traffic is running in terror. The dolphins are leaping in happiness. The people are rushing to the shop in the market. I am resting, trying to get some sleep. The fire is burning with fear. The cars are driving with speed. The mother is resting to sleep. A… Read more »

The Houston NPR radio station interviewed two young poets from the 2007 Poem a Day project sponsored by Writers in the Schools. You can listen to Storie Nivers and Kevin Murphy read their poems on the KUHF website.

The waves of a calm river Bashing the deep sea green Hugging the shore and the trees The leaves whispering Into the water Its fast-rushing waves Dashing to the waterfall Seaweed draping the river’s floor And the splashing of its heart Splish, splash, splash. by Maya, 4th grade

My thumb is like a tough, bold soldier who lived in the war. My index finger is like a mother, always pointing. My middle finger is like a snobbish finger from Paris. My ring finger holds up all the rings from my other fingers. My pinky is smaller than a short pencil. The lines on… Read more »

You can speak in all kinds of languages. You can speak in bird calls. You can speak English. You can speak however you want. Always remember that the words are coming out of your mouth. You can speak in Spanish. You can speak anything to anybody. It’s always up to you. You can speak “country.”… Read more »

Birds in trees sing out their hearts to fill the air with lovely songs. I hear the birds whispering to themselves. I see other birds fly up to the sky. Then the birds stop singing. I close my eyes, but they’re nowhere to be seen. As I walk away I feel as if I want… Read more »

Oh, emerald green, you are slippery and wet You tumble like the grass Oh, emerald green, you whisper secrets in the night You are like an emerald green window Oh, emerald green, I can’t sleep without you You glow in the night Emerald green, I see you with my eyes closed I feel you inside… Read more »

I am the sky, I never die. I fly so free, and I fly so high. I never stop even if I try. I love watching people go by. I am so big, I can touch space. I am up, up, and up over the clouds. My pals Cloud and Sun are always with me…. Read more »

because my mom gives me shots the chemo shots so I’ll get better she has to poke me on the fat side of my arm when she sees me get poked she holds her breath she’s so scared she doesn’t want me jumping around what if the needle breaks? she is so scared she hopes… Read more »

Mi nombre Mi nombre es como una mariposa volando en el cielo por las mañanas shhh shhh. Mi nombre se ve como el lápiz de mi hermano que apenas sabe escribir oraciones. Mi nombre suena bs bs como una abeja amarilla. Mi nombre huele como una banana grande que me comí en la casa de… Read more »

He is night black and coffee brown. He is very thoughtful. Every time I’m sad, he cheers me up. With his big, dark eyes, he brainwashes me into giving him a treat. When I go home to my dog my dog turns home into heaven. He is very old and has a lot of wisdom…. Read more »

I am anything I want to be. My arms are made up of the seven wonders of the world. My tears are tsunamis. I have power beyond everyone’s imagination. I invented the best creation known to man: plastic. If I went to lunch every day, there would be no spoon high enough for me. I’m… Read more »

When my eyes leave me they see everything around me. They turn hybrid colors. They play the game marbles and always win. They buy themselves bling bling and ring up my credit card bill. Then my eyes get on a spaceship and go to another planet. And on that planet there are millions of eyes…. Read more »