Poetry
The red cherry on the tree
takes the cold light
from the moon
sees the bat
disappear behind a big
black bird
with red eyes
and sharp claws
the bird
eats the red cherry
Bernard Harris
Katherine B. White Elementary
Article# 852, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
I’m very happy today.
I found a gold dollar
I spent on a soda.
Maybe it’s me
Or am I really crazy?
I don’t think I’m 42.
I have a very joyful soul.
My heart is gold like corn.
Or is it the sun on my shirt?
Like some kids
I’m very sad
when it’s not my birthday.
I can’t figure out
why I’m full of doubt.
Should I choose the red or blue cup?
Keyerra Hamilton
Coffey Middle School
Article# 851, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
Poetry is water.
Turn on.
Pick it up with your hands and swallow it down your
throat.
And now it spills.
Turn on more water.
Anthony Cheairs
Bunche Elementary
Article# 850, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
Trying to have some peace
you can barely go to sleep
because your eyes open up
every time the horns beeps.
No stopping cars rocking.
Don’t you hear the bass?
Driver bops in black tints
so you can’t see his face.
People scrapping. Goons jacking,
Oh the low down dudes macking.
The wind blows, full of
trash talking in the air
It’s all good in the life of the hood.
Whips pass. What you asking for?
You better keep your mouth closed
You don’t want to end up a victim of Joy Road.
Rashad Williams
Cody High School
Article# 849, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
Archers standing guard
with piercing red, black and purple arrows.
Blues, oranges, yellows and pinks.
Stretches beyond my imagination.
I smell paint.
Tick Tock
soothes yet annoys me.
I smell green.
Green is reachable.
One two three
made it up.
Glow rests upon Cherokee.
Indian red beauty
higher than comfortable.
Windows are clean.
Cleaner than yesterday.
Blues, yellow, limes, orange and pink
beauty.
Tick Tock. Thump Thump.
The drummer boys appear.
Little Drummer Boy.
Blues, yellow, orange and pink.
The wind allows gold to sing beautifully.
Tug of War!
I declare war!
Children or not. Jump ropes,
arched brows,
mathematic symbols.
Not good at division.
Number 10 with this one, and that one, and another one.
Running... I feel it.
Tick Tock.
Peach blue.
Thump Thump.
Excellent artist,
Big Red!!
Reigns are being pulled.
So I pulled the reigns.
Dark brown saves and pure gold.
The book balanced on her head.
I wait.
( sigh )
Brittany Kellum
Crosman Alternative High School
Article# 848, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
Walking into this dark dead end room with these lights flickering on and … and off and … and on and I’m so nervous that my hands are sweating as if my fingertips were lighters feeling all alone and all I want is for someone to understand my fear and pain and to console me and blow out the fire on my fingertips and tell me he won’t drop my tooth in my mouth like his hands were sweating too and to tell me that I won’t die from being stabbed by a surgical tool and for them to lift my chair that is dipped so steep and for them to turn on the lights so when I’m walking in the room it’s not dark and it’s not dead end and when it hurts I can move.
Norman Shepherd
Mumford High School
Article# 847, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
Blood courses
through my fingers
numb
forcing its way
down from
under my fingernails
sweeps into my pen
overtaking the ink
and bleeds into
words on paper.
Robyn Arnett
Osborn High School
Article# 846, Created Jun. 6, 2006 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
