SPRING It was a crisp early spring. The snow was melted; the grass shined young green
I walked slowly and soaked the sun. The soil was moist from the melted snow. As I finished my garden stroll I noticed a tulip sprout.
It was spring; a celebration was in order. “Invite your friends; all shall come.” A lawn party shall begin at dawn.
The party was over; we walked to a park. The sun hid behind the cliffs. We watched as the sun slowly disappear as the stars began to peek at us. What a wonderful park picnic. ~By Ian Daly
Paint Chip Poem~ Maddie Marshall
During Summer Maddie Marshall During summer, I like some toast With some guava jelly, And a french roast.
During summer I have to eat outside. The watermelon slice is so juicy, It runs down my chin like a slide.
During summer it’s pimento galore. After eating a bunch I get kinda sleepy, So sleepy, I start to snore.
During summer I look up towards the sky. Up, u Up the plant, to find the top tomato, Uh oh! It’s up really high.
The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai By A’niya Richards
Chaos had erupted; People hid and there were the several that scavenged. Children wailed while adults pushed and pulled, No one pictured that a day like this would come It had appeared soundlessly and struck relentlessly; Not sparing a poor soul that was unlucky enough to become a victim Friends and families became strangers as soon as fear engulfed the hearts of many; Survival became the only thing that people yearned for- To see the next day, unharmed; To see the sun instead of a roaring, bloodthirsty wave; To feel the warmth of your fireplace instead of the searing of a burning building; To live; To thrive; To survive
Rain by Seth Creegan
Rose by Mirah Tulley
Prince’s Dock. Hull by John Atkinson Grimshaw Dock of the Wise Person | Ekphrastic poem by Bella Brand
Through the lights lead the shore, down the hills following fires- Ships and sea, off to war, until the tide finally tires-
Ships stay still until tomorrow, waiting for a taste of salt- Downpour lays its final sorrow, hoping for stomping to halt-
Many lights lay awake, waiting for the hearts outside- Passing people do not break, hiding from the clouds have cried
There in paint, the days not pass- Sand stays stuck in the hourglass-
Paint chip poetry By:Cole Russell
Morning of Thanksgiving, and my family prepares spiced potpourri, Much of the morning smelled of spiced potpourri, Four years of the same potpourri, and it gets sickening I can’t take much more of this smell of spiced potpourri. Now in the air was a smell, that only came once a year Turkey and cherry juice, only glad it’s not jerky, As they came in two by two, maybe four, family members came with a roar,
Then we settle, waiting for a meal; with the smell of cherry juice in the air. Many months gone by, and now my garden The Heirloom Roses flourish, in the garden The gardener came, asking for his pardon, Much of the city smelled, of carbon But not my garden, filled with Heirloom Roses. The heat, they always say to beat the heat, So much to do, in the summer sun My main plan is to beat the heat, with a cherry cola Under the umbrella, looking at a Toyota Many months more, with mud on that brand-new Toyota.
Color Strip A Poem by Alicia Kane
A special thing Is a Lover’s Knot, Only for the beloved. The I Heart Potion Can mess up your mind And make you love everyone. Seven Chakras, Pulsing, beaming, Filling you with light. The Sultana waves her robes and The slaves obey, For she is the Sultan’s wife.
The Heart of flame. By: Holden Blau
I’ve been to the heart of the flame, The flame buried in the molten core. I’ve learned the way to play the game. And how to stop the roar. To keep the emotion down Even if they could let you soar. To push them down to the glowing red crown To the glowing red core of emotion, the one that keeps us alive. Building pressure to the point of breakdown For when you push enough down you too, begin to dive. To see the beauty of the wraith-like dance, for without this flame, what would be the point of staying alive.
The Walk By Georgia Mynatt As I walk along the wooden boardwalk, I feel a cold ocean breeze touch my bare skin and rush through my veins. The scene around me is one my eyes could never forget, The cloudy sky is a chilly blue with a dash of grey and a sprinkle of pink.
Sounds of seagulls shrieking fill my ears, But the calming, beautiful sound of the waves crashing against the sand overpowers all. It brings a sense of relief upon my body, my mind. The waves carry creatures, sea shells and treasure maps to the shore
I tear my eyes away from the waves and turn my attention to the shipyard nearby. A place holding big, little, red and blue ships. My mind ponders on the thought of sailing away, far away.
Sailing into the infinite deep seathat is half of our world, The unknown part of our world. The thing that covers most of the planet Earth Just sailing, at one with the ocean, Sailing away, away, away.
I walk down the beach, The spirited yellow sand moves between my toes, The cool waves move over my feet.
Through the garden I stroll, Squash blossoms tickle my ankles, The plants move my soul.
I keep walking through the flowers, I smell the scent of the English Daisy, The fragrance touches my nose.
I venture into the backyard, My sweet citrus trees sway in the wind, I pick a laser lemon for an evening drink.
By Aedan Hall
Paint Chip Poem ~ Maddy McManus
Summer’s Day By Liam Ballard
In the summer sun, We eat crackers, meats and guava jelly, While we watch the day go by. While we doze, My mother brings out watermelon slices for all of us, Boy was it scrumptious. While we devour succulent watermelon, My friends start dipping crackers into the pimento cheese, For which, I did not bother. Only the top tomatoes are left. Uneaten in light of all the other food, That was much better.
Paint chip poem By Brooke Gage
Her blush was gently stroked upon her cheeks, coloring them lightly. The color of her blush was similar to the fruit cocktail in her hand. He wanted to approach, but couldn't find the courage anywhere inside him. She sat at the bar holding her head in her hands letting out a sigh, The bartender slid her a dark pink drink, smirking at her. She raised an eyebrow before taking a sip, he winked. “We call it Cherry Fizz.”
The sirens were blaring, the tires screeching, the dogs howling viciously. The knife was sunk deep into the thin skin covering his throat. A rang out as the circus red blood dripped down the knife.
She had smelled the unrecognizable perfume from when they had kissed. She now lathered on her dark crimson lipstick refusing to mope around. She smacked her lips knowing it was his loss; he had cheated so now he’s gone.
Deciduous Man by Aiden Robinson
Everything is green, But this man is not mean. The falling leaves swirl around as the pumpkins grow round.
This scene is quite beautiful, detailed as it is. A sense of peace comes resting on the shoulders of the mysterious man.
There is an absence. Where are the trees? They have been taken, for the use of humans.
The Night by Allie Elliott
Before we leave I have to call, We will be decanting, When you arrive We must say..
You may have to reserve, But you might not have the nerve, You know she will deserve it, It could take a swerve.
When you arrive we will seat you, And get you a full glass, Even though you may pass, We won’t take a swerve,
There will be some wine, You might even say fine wine, She will say this wine will be mine, Then you may shine with happiness.
Palm Trees by Izzy Philbern
Blackout Poem- Natalie DeBelina
Sun Valley by Quinn Schmidt Paint Chip Poetry-Cricket Field, Lazy Caterpillar, Salamander, Sun Valley (Greens)
Cool spring grass Watch a cricket pass, A natural choir of crickets.
Lulling around on a leaf Looks like a bag of beef, Lazy Caterpillar.
Sitting on the rocks Covered in lots of spots, Salamanders below the grass.
Hot and sunny rocks One needs to wear socks, In Sun Valley.
Red Wine By: Kathryn Paul
I swirl the glass; The aroma gives a harsh, puckery feel to the mouth. I lean in to take a sip of the newly decanted red wine.
Sweet, sour, salty, bitter grapes linger on my tongue; I smack my lips together to taste the last of the amaroidal, But tasteful reserve red wine.
I carefully pick up the aged bottle and splash the wine in my glass, I gaze upon the vermilion, crimson color, And sip the acerbic red wine.
I feel the gelid glass touch my lips; The cold, dry liquid slides down my throat. The perspiration dripping down the glass slowly reaches my hand; I am only aware of the fine wine, The reserve red wine.
To the Depths by Bella Brand
The thoughts of darkness scour a path, Down the walls covered in scars- To a lonely soul in the aftermath, All thoughts *clink* like bumper cars-
To the depth of endless tale- Look to the eyes, they show the soul- Souls taken by the ship without sail- Dead eyes now explain it all-
Follow those down a trail of sorrow- Keep on going til’ the end- Look at those longing for tomorrow, Until there is no look to mend-
For these souls, now they will sell- Down from the depths, the depths of hell-
New York By: Allie E. Outside the window green grass. The grass was so green from all the rain. Frogs hopping everywhere coming from the pond. The pond is a light green with cat tails and lily pads. Little goldfish swimming peacefully like there is no care in the world. Looking under the rocks there might be salamanders, maybe even a newt.
The house is large, in the house my grandfather, Summer, India, Mia, and Marcus live. Summer is the golden retriever, Marcus is the African Gray bird, Mia and India are the cats. My brothers and I ride on the lawnmower while I almost went into the pond.
My family loves the bagel shop around the corner. Picking up bunches of bagels. In the bagel shop they sell all kinds of goods and I got a chocolate bomb cake. I split it into 4 perfect pieces. The cake was filled with a gooey fudge.
My great aunt lives in a house with a backyard full of bugs,
that come around once every three years. We go into the backyard; it is full of buzzing, and I hear rustling in the bushes. I go over to the bushes and I see a gardner snake; I go in for the catch. I grabbed the snake and held it.
The time came when we started packing up, getting more bagels to take home. We left the house, saying goodbye, and knowing we would be coming back another time, to see everything and everyone.
Color Poem-Jordan Woolverton Sugar Poppy: I walk past a field of sugar poppies. The sugar poppies are blowing with the wind. I see the petals of the flower slowly falling off and traveling with the wind. Those petals will never see their stem again. Roulette: I test my chances with a game of roulette. I watch the wheel spin round and round as I cross my fingers and hope for the best. I keep my poker face as I count my chips in their stacks. I will definitely go home with a lot of money. Race Car Stripe: They sprayed my race car stripe on as we were preparing for the race. We pulled up to the start line, and I could see everyone admiring my new stripe. I was the best racer there ever was. When I zoomed through the finish line, I finished last. 00mph: I was zooming at 100mph, around the corner on the last lap to finish. I could see the finish line and I thought I had first for sure. When all of the sudden, BAM, I started flying through the air flipping. I would never race again.
~Fine Wine~- By Ashlee Ludwig The streets were full with busy cars The moon was full that night I was decanting some wine.
The neighbors were opening their best reserve as The week finally ended- I finally let my worries go.
I poured myself a full glass The calming moonlight completed my night I laid on the couch and closed my eyes.
My fine wine soothed me- The end of work I can rest my eyes easily.
Ruby Ward Change 100 years ago a field of sugar poppies grew reaching as far as the eye could see. A time when time didn’t matter to people like you and me. Peaceful years passed with the hum of bees, Now the air is trampled by the ring of keys. A casino now stands tall in that very field, Bees and poppies gone, replaced by roulette wheels. A world run on money, A world where happiness is less important than a paper green sheet. A planet that used to be green is now stacked with concrete. With everyone obsessed with their body type, Happiness speeds away like a race car stripe. Everyone lives their lives quickly, moving 100 miles per hour, Isolated from each other as if they are in their own tower.
Paint Chip Poem ~ Clarice Hise
Hot gossip, You hear the whispers all around. Eyes watching, Watching your every move. You can feel their words, Ripping holes in your brain. Words swirling through your head, Never leaving your side.
You can’t kiss and tell, They already know. They listen, They watch, They always know.
Heads turning, They’re getting whiplash. They can’t help it, The curiosity eats at them.
The second they hear a flirt alert, They’re at it. Like sharks. Devouring anything they can find, They don’t care who they hurt, As long as they know, Everything.
Change by Ruby Ward 100 years ago a field of sugar poppies grew reaching as far as the eye could see. A time when time didn’t matter to people like you and me. Peaceful years passed with the hum of bees, Now the air is trampled by the ring of keys. A casino now stands tall in that very field, Bees and poppies gone, replaced by roulette wheels. A world run on money, A world where happiness is less important than a paper green sheet. A planet that used to be green is now stacked with concrete. With everyone obsessed with their body type, Happiness speeds away like a race car stripe. Everyone lives their lives quickly, moving 100 miles per hour, Isolated from each other as if they are in their own tower.
Blackout Poem~ Nevada Alden
BLUE By Paul Knight
Azure Lake I sat beside an azure lake And fell asleep until I wake. Explorer Blue An explorer went into the gloom- The explorer was truly blue, Explorer blue he became known in true. Precious Stone A precious stone lay deep below- Farther than a thousand throw, So still it lies- too deep to go Blue Stream A stream ran blue, The stream ran true, And into it walked a cockatoo!