Wake Up

Posted April 30, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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We are one nation, a federation of
people struggling to get an education
for graduation, patients and doctors
lost in contemplation because there is
no illumination. Without conversation
citizens live and work in desperation and
vote every day for liberation. We need to
stop the hallucinations and the wrongful
incarcerations, slamming people in jail,
making the innocent hurt for one mistake.
Wake up, America! It’s time for celebration,
for we are all one—a nation, a federation with
only one chance.

By Niocca, age 16

Clock

Posted April 29, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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Oh, clock,
tickey tock,
you point
at me
with your nose
on your head
and you tell
me what time
it is. Your
sound is
like when you
tap your
shoe on
the ground. Your
head is
hanging like a
picture. You can
only count
to twelve.

By Thomas, age 7

(photo by badboy69 via flickr)

Anger

Posted April 28, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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When I get mad I think darkly.
Flames coming out of men.
Black, heartless, nothingness, twisters.
I feel like throwing the world into a trash can.
One man crashing everything in sight.
The black rose.
A black casket.
A cow producing black milk.
The sun falling out of the sky and the moon never coming up.
Black graffiti on every man’s heart.
The blind being able to see,
Those with sight becoming blind.

By Jaylon, age 13

(photo by FDB Graphics via flickr)

City of Dreams

Posted April 27, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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Darkness, black, specks of light, swim
closer, light in the city of dreams,
population, fish, buildings, coral, shock,
flash, a fish beside me, he was slightly
transparent, flew into me, and I came to
be a fish, he flew out, I was human so I
called him Mistia, I gave him that name
because it was by that name he was
known on the streets and in the houses
of that magical city, no air, must breathe,
and he flew into me again to forever stay.

By Caroline, age 9

(photo by Stuck in Customs via flickr)

video = 53 seconds

My Street

Posted April 26, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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The evergreen trees are swaying in the wind.
It sounds like a hurricane will come.

A bird soars over my head and in a flash it’s gone.
A raindrop trickles down my back.

My dog slides past me, and I race to catch up to her.
Leaves crunch under her feet.

The footsteps of my sister sneaking up on me
get louder as she nears. Then silence, and I feel
her cold hands touching my neck.

By Lauren, age 8

(photo uploaded by Apevit via Flickr)

video = 32 seconds

Silly Things

Posted April 25, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

If I’m bored at night I go out
to try and catch a shooting star.
I fly up into space like a rocket ship
and stick my tongue out
googolplex feet until I reach
the star belt and find a shooting star to eat.

When I slip in mud at school
I fly into space to use twilight
to clean it up. I carry a hat
and go to the moon. I see twilight
and fill my hat and put it on my head.
I am not done. I need the moon’s towel.
I get it dry like paper and stiff as wood.

If I had a smart hen
I would teach it to be my secretary.
It would answer my phone calls
and take messages while I am out.
I would not pay this creature because without
me it will be nothing
in space.

By Eleanor, age 9

video = 49 seconds

After War

Posted April 24, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

peace.jpgWar can be horrible and disturbing.
War can cause the trees and leaves to fall and wither away,
But then after it is gone, we can see
peace and quiet can come again.
The trees start spreading their leaves,

and the grass glows an emerald green.

By Said, age 15

(photo by Gracefoto<3 via flickr)

Elephant Wishes

Posted April 23, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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I always wanted to go somewhere
where there were no poachers
and we could rest more
and not get eaten by lions.
I always wanted to be the Emperor of China
and I would banish all of the poachers
and send them to Madagascar.

by Sydney, age 7

(originally posted on July 23, 2007)

video = 23 seconds

Pakistan

Posted April 22, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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I will put in my box

A giant greenish-blackish tree
Sparks from a pistol
The cries of thousands of people

I will put in my box

The founder of Pakistan
The books of the year
The uniforms of people who died in wars

I will put in my box

A beautiful day of Independence
A taste of victory
Sounds of firecrackers

I will put in my box

Celebration of our heroes
Sights of our people happy
A view of my grandfather’s garden–he died studying those books

My box is made of brown, old papers, papers of Independence
I will celebrate my country in my box with my family.
I will play cricket in my box forever!

by Mahid, 5th grade

(Originally posted on July 24, 2007)

(photo by Lakerae via flickr)

Found Poem

Posted April 21, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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Power to begin can inspire
a whole new thing.
You can taste the good life
anytime you want.

By Philip, age 13
(originally posted on September 27, 2007)

All Kids Deserve Glory

Posted April 20, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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All kids deserve glory.
In what books do artists catch gold,
What island just passes to exist?
The old men help change history
with thinking and serious writing.
Perfect is gone.
You take time from people,
You have no name…need one?
Get it free.

By Maria, age 15

(photo by Jeridaking via flickr)

To the Artist

Posted April 19, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Here we go.
Now, do this right, or you will be a failure.
I need an oval face.
My eyes are like my childhood—all miserable.
My nose should be a leaning triangle
and my mouth, an upside-down banana.
No ears. My body is stick-like.
But in the background,
merely me on a dragon with no legs
and a snake body and a rectangle head,
and the rest you can do,
but put us in the sky with dusty clouds.
And last but not least,
write your signature in cursive for my hair.
Or a little squiggle if your name is small.

By Alex, age 10
(photo by Jaki Good via flickr)to-the-artist.jpg

Text Messaging the Ocean

Posted April 18, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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You will feel the vibrations.
If you don’t reply, you might drown.
Text the ocean, she will text you back
She will send a breeze.
You will shiver.
She will send a smell you will like.
You will see a big cloud come out of the ocean.

By Daniel, age 12
(photo by Dougww via flickr)

I am a Seashell

Posted April 17, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

seashells.jpgI am a seashell
waiting for
somebody to see
me.

I am shiny and
curled up like a
cinnamon roll.
I’m rough and
sandy.

I swim
with the
sea and
the sea
with me.

I am
cold inside
so if you
touch me
you’ll shiver and
quiver.

I swim
around the
sea with
animals living
inside of me.

I’m joyful
in the sea
with fishes
and sea
creatures
surrounding me.

I like
being a
shell
because
people

can hear
the sea
inside of
me.

By Melissa, age 7

(photo by Omnia via flickr)

video = 46 seconds

I Walk Alone

Posted April 16, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Wynton’s eyes see the night in a whole different dawn,
Walking his dog with his headphones on.
Listening to the music that takes his mind away,
Not into the night, but a whole new day.

Ignoring the world that continues to die,
Sad-hearted people harmoniously cry,
But not Wynton Macklin in a world all his own,
Walking his dog with his headphones on.

X-girlfriend’s shoulder colder than an igloo.
His best friend is dating who?
It won’t matter to Wynton unless it’s lyrics to a song,
Walking his dog with his headphones on.

As the world falls apart, Wynton is left alone.
Keep calling but reality won’t answer the phone.
So Wynton stays proud as he grows alone,
Walking his dog with his headphones on.

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By Wynton, age 14

(originally posted on July 16, 2007)

Oda a la Cobija (Ode to the Blanket)

Posted April 15, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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Cobija, eres suave y cómoda
en el invierno más frío me calientas.
Colores brillantes, café y azul,
larga y rectangular,
me cubres los pies en el gran invierno.
Eres suave como un algodón alrededor de mí.
Me das largos sueños,
cómoda y suave cobija.
Estás dulce mi cobija.

&

Blanket, you are soft and comfortable
in the coldest winter, you keep me warm.
Beautiful colors, brown and blue,
long and rectangular,
you cover my feet in the dark winter.
You surround me like soft cotton.
You give me long, sweet dreams,
comfortable and soft blanket.
You are sweet, my blanket.

By María, age 8

[photo by Cassieblanca via flickr]

Someone I Love

Posted April 14, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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My mother talks like an angel.
My mother is the one who makes me food every day,
who gives me a kiss at night
and energy every day.
My mother is the one who paints
and draws with me in the morning,
the person who is always happy
when I have hundreds,
the one who says to me in Spanish
you are my treasure chest
and the person who asks me how was your day?
My mom is a person who has very long hair
like the tail of a pony,
and a person who likes to wear earrings and pink shirts.
My mom is the person who has the prettiest eyes
on the planet,
the person who goes to church and sings,
that’s the person I care about and love;
that’s my cool mom.

By Irma, age 9

(photo by Mngl via flickr)

When I Write

Posted April 13, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

wrting.jpgWhen I write,
I imagine.
I use my heart.
I listen to my soul-mind.

I use my hands,
and touch the tip of the pencil.

I write words.

I imagine things I want to do.
I can write a story.
I listen to myself.
I feel free.

By Nathan, age 8
(photo by Alexander De Block via flickr)

Ode to Clementines

Posted April 12, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

clementines1.jpgOh, have you ever trifled with

a juicy tree treasure?

Oh, have you owned

an orange orb?

Oh, have you conjured

a Clementine,

With all its juicy jumble?

The delicate flavors

tango on the tongue,

spraying their

supple sweetness.

Tangy but tart,

tree treasure from

the earth—

the Courageous Clementine!

By Jacob, age 8
(photo by BabyJD via flickr)

Nine Ways of Looking at Candy

Posted April 11, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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I.
I like to give away my candy
because I’m a giver.
Give! Give! Give!
That’s all I do.
Don’t ask why.

II.
Just eat it.
You just better be happy.
I got this candy for you
because I rode on an ambulance last
night.

III.
The reason I don’t eat candy
or chips or stuff like that
is that it gets stuck in your teeth.
The more you eat
the more it gets stuck.

IV.
My mom buys all the candy,
and I stay home
watching television.

V.
If you eat too much licorice
you’re going to grow tall.
Not red, but tall.
Tall with a red head.
If you eat too much chocolate
you turn into a blueberry.

VI.
I’ll tell you who likes candy: Brian.
He stole some from Armani.
A long time ago.
It’s true.

VII.
I don’t care
who eats it.

VIII.
A mixing of
chocolate and fruit
a mixing of
vanilla, chocolate and strawberry
crunchy.

IX.
I’m going to pass the candy
around.

By Micah, age 9

[photo by Steve Hopson via flickr]