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by Luke Bussanich

Make sure you have

a pen

Because you need to

write until the end

Just to get ideas

down on paper

Can definitely help you

later

When the ten minutes

are done

It’s time to share

what greatness you’ve done

Just writing down what

you please

Can make a story

in less than a

week

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By Michael Larsen

There’s a monkey in me

Makes me want to scream

Lets me climb trees

Brings the real me out

Wants me eat and sleep

Pounds against my chest

Lets me free to be

There’s a monkey in me

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By Connor Stewart

It sits on a table,

Hard as a rock,

Its brown skin chipped away,

To reveal the yellow flesh within,

The bumps and bruises are battle scars,

Its life has been long,

But it will finally end in a warm place,

Nuzzled between chicken and vegetables,

A potato waits to be eaten.

Regret
By Thomas Bussanich

It is the feeling that no one can escape

It is the feeling of sorrow and hate

It is the feeling that will never pass away

It is the feeling of wanting to go back in time

Wanting to know how to change that time

Hoping to see a better time

Hoping that everything will just move along

But it seems like time has stopped

Time has stopped, just for you

For you to realize all the things you had gone through

For you to remember the hate that flowed through you

Even though it seems hopeless right now

Just remember someone is there for you

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By D.M.

So big and so proud

A gift from France

They gave us a chance

It was under some type of circumstances

It was big and bronze

It looked like a monopoly pawn

Over the years, it has lost its color

Now it looks like a green sand dollar

It has lost its color,

It has lost its beauty,

But has it lost its meaning too?

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Practice

By D.S.

practice makes perfect

nobody said

life is easy

you have to try

in order to rise

you must

FALL

that’s why you have

PRACTICE

a way to make things

BETTER

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B.K.

Oh, a writer’s notebook

When I cook

I can write the recipe in my writer’s notebook

When I find a fishing hook

I take a look

Then I write about it in my writer’s notebook

In my writer’s notebook

When I finish a tour

I write in my writer’s notebook

‘Cause that’s what they’re for!

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By Besim Koci

Pencil, oh Pencil

A type of utensil

I use it to write

And to erase

I might even use it to trace

Pencil, oh Pencil

On my desk it lays

Waiting to be used again

Alongside his friend, pen

Pencil, oh Pencil

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By Rocco Chiaviello

What is love?

I know I shouldn’t care

Since I am only 12 years old

But I don’t get it

Not one bit

Is it like an ocean?

Or a desert?

Or breeze in the sky?

But it might be awhile

Until I know

Because I am only

12 years old

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Winter snows

Gusting Blows

Wet cloths

Rubber Hose

Snowball throws

Runny nose

Frozen toes

Nightlight glows

Winter snows

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M.D.

Blue skies

Birds eyes

Whirling winds

Little grins

White clouds

Different sounds

Brown wood

You should

Take a look

At our beautiful world

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M.D.

Some wear suit and ties

Some may do some bad lines

It is all about the treasure

No matter the measure

Going through the hours

Tic-Tock on the towers

The one you love never letting go

The one you love saying very slow,

“Glory it is all we need

Glory for all to be”

Life comes and goes

So make the best of your show.

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By Ryon Arsala

The night shines

Dark, black like rock

So beautiful

It makes me think, what a lovely night it can be

I go outside, stare up high

And gaze at the stars, so far

Amazing, fascinating, so bright and big

These stars are here to shine

So let them sing

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by D.M.

In BASKETBALL you need Skill.

You need the Attention of a shark catching its prey

When you get a rebound, you need the Grip Strength of a crossfit Athlete

When you get a steal, you need the Speed of a cheetah to run down the court

When you miss a shot, you need the Mentality to Keep Trying

When you score, you need the Composure to Stay Focused

When you turn the ball over, you need to keep a Positive Attitude

Last of all,

When Playing BASKETBALL,

You Need Hardwork and Dedication.

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War

Your dad walks out the door

On a draft

Maybe to come back

He fought for your freedom

and went up to the kingdom

War is bad

You miss your

Dad

War is only sweet to those who know nothing of it.

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by Besim Koci

What inspires me?

Maybe a bush or a tree

Or maybe a country or even poetry

So many things!

That I see

That inspire me

What about a car

Or even a jar

Or a book

Maybe a person's look

These are things that I see

But also things that inspire me

Maybe a dog

Or even a log

Or maybe even some fog

What about a flower

Or even the Eiffel Tower

Maybe a drink

Or even a skating rink

Or maybe a sausage link

What else could there be

Maybe a bee

Or a tee

What about a can

Or a man

Or even a piece of gold

Or what about some mold in the road

Maybe a chalkboard

Or even an electric chord

What about a band

Or even some sand

What about a piece of meat

Or even a bunch of feet

Maybe a sun

Or even a pun

What about a cry

Or even a lie

Maybe a wish

Or even a snitch

Maybe a card

Or even a coast guard

What about a population

Or even a gas station

Maybe a plane

Or even a train

What about a tango

Or even a mango

What about a robot

Or even a parking lot

Maybe a chair

Or even a bear

What about a piece of hair

Or a jumpscare

Maybe an animal

Or even a cannibal

Maybe some trucks

Or a few bucks

What about a moon

Or even a toon

What about a show

Or even Edgar Allan Poe

What about a couch

Or even a pouch

What about a state

Or even a character trait

What about shampoo

Or even Winnie the Poo

What about water

Or even Harry Potter

What about a pool

Or even a stool

Sounds cool

Maybe a shirt

Or even some dirt

What about Spanish

Or even to vanish

Maybe someone who is fast

Or even a cast

What about a building

Or even a ceiling on top of a building

What about a taste

Or even some waste

What about energy

Or even people replenishing

What about a mat

Or even a baseball bat

Maybe a chair

Or even a bear

What about a bridge

Or even a singe

Maybe a singer

Or even a ringer

What about a bell

Or even a yell

What about a tool

Or even a rule

That sounds cool

These things are cool

They Rule

Do you know who inspired to make this poem?

It’s someone in this school

She’s Real

It’s Mrs.O’Neill

These are things that I see

That inspire me!

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If I were a rock

There would be no difference

I’d have the same name with no inference

I’d still be a lump

With no expression

And sit on my butt

With no expectations

People will ask me what I’ve been doing

And I say nothing

And they will frown

They will ask why I´m so lazy

And I will say

I’m a rock, what do you expect?

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Every day I wake up
I feel like I belong
I am me
This is all that matters
No one can tell me what to do or say
Because I am me
And no one can change that

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By: David Matesic

Inspired by William Carlos Williams

Red Wheelbarrow

Red Wheelbarrow

Oh, where will it go?

Maybe through the shiny bright snow

Does it move fast?

Does it move slow?

How fast can it go?

Is it big? Is it small?

Or maybe is it really tall?

Or is it plain and very short?

You can find this in Newport

Go and try it out at last

I promise…

It will be a blast!

Red Wheelbarrow

Red Wheelbarrow

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By Emilee Gilde

She Loved winter.

He, Spring.

She was funny

He was un-amusing

She was alone

He, Constantly surrounded by people

She was nice and generous

He was un-holy and selfish

She was happy even in tough times,

She held herself up high,

Even when she was about to cry.

He was sad,

Just sad,

He had everything, except happiness.

She was different

He was normal

Then she moved

And

He lived next-door

She lit the flames of happiness,

He did not have.

He had her and

She was,

His everything.

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By Aiden Owimrin

Why are they called willow trees?

Is it because they have no will to be a tree?

Why do they look so sad? Always looking

Down like they’re looking for something to make them happy.

Who knows? Well, guess what?

They do.

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by Caitlin Mayo

As far as goodbyes go

This one is simple

The slight wave of a hand,

The knowing glance,

The small, sad smile.

Goodbyes don’t promise a return

Or a happy ending

Sometimes when you say

Goodbye

The person is already gone

Some are easy

Some are difficult

Some are inbetween

But this one is simple

As far as goodbyes go

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by Jessica Koble

I dislike school

It is the same thing everyday

It is overwhelming

Everyday I count how many more days

You have to get through

Until the weekend

Then the next week

The same countdown restarts

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by Riley Ehrenfels

Be…

Be yourself

Be courageous

Be happy

Be brave

Be selfless

Be amazing

Be hardworking

Be friendly

Be funny

Be confident

and Be creative.

Don’t Be…

Don’t be something you’re not

Don’t be afraid

Don’t be mean

Don’t be lazy

Don’t be scared

Don’t be selfish

Don’t be fearful

Don’t be sad

Don’t be mad

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by Stephanie Curiel

The sun

The glare

I could feel it burning my hair

The yellow sun

Burning bright

Even when it’s night

Here comes the light

It goes down, it goes up

And feels like a burning brush

Oh Sun,Sun

Burn bright

Even when it’s night

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by Jack R. Kalin

There is an old saying

That’s been around for years

It’s not related to playing

Or hearing out of your ears

I don’t know where it’s from

Or how it came to be

It has to do with a plum

Growing out of a tree

I’m telling you this

Even though it doesn’t matter

There’s this guy named Chris

And the plum made him fatter

You should take a chance

You might find this saying on a shelf

Give it a quick glance

And just be yourself

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by CB

Taken for granted.

I’ve always been taken,

For granted.

Some are grateful for me.

But many people do not see,

That they miss me,

When I leave,

Because I’m taken for granted.

When I chose to go

Out of the state,

Or out of your lives,

You wish I was here

You beg me to take you back

As a friend,

But I will not because

I was taken for granted.

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by Samantha Blagec

What will summer bring?

A whole bunch of fun things?

Seeing the dark waves crash

Sometimes seeing the storm’s lightning flash

Picking up all the shells

Looking down all the wells

Looking up at the hot sun

Everyone was having fun

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Pain is temporary

It may seem like it will last forever

As time passes, it will get better and better

As the bruises fade

There will be more that are made

For the many times that I’ve cried

It won't make up the times that I have tried

I have given it my all

And sometimes I will fall

Saying you must

Is giving your trust

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By: Ava Palminteri

Second chances are given out like free candy

Too many to give any good

How can you trust the people who hurt you once?

You can see if they change

People can

But what if they don’t

When you give them a second chance,

You let your guard down for them

And then they can hurt you

All over again

How many chances is too many

Before you are crumbled and

Damaged inside from the damage they cause

If they beg and they scream

Just hoping that you give it up

Do you just give in?

Let them have what they want?

Or do you keep your ground?

Never let any words of agreement slip from your lips

But will you lose them?

Does it matter now?

If they are gone, is it for the best?

They won’t be able to take any more pieces away from you

But how could you let someone you love go?

If they mean the world to you

How could you just block them?

Mean the world.

Do they really?

All they do is keep on hurting you

Is all this just you lying to yourself?

Telling yourself

Over and over

That you need them

When all you really need

Is to stop after the

Second chance

And free that harmful person

From your life.

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By LE AND AC

Why are there standards

That make people cry

Make them forget

About the beauty inside

Standards are like storms,

Change people’s lives

Can break the beauty

That lies deep inside

Beneath the makeup

Beneath the dyed hair

Your heart lies there

With a huge tear

Cause nobody cares

About the beauty that’s inside

But instead, standards

Are making everyone cry

So why are we changing?

Why do we care?

We should just love ourselves

And forget the despair

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by Kate Donnelly

Happiness.

Not just a word

Not just a thing

That you have heard

Not just a thing

You feel inside

And no you can’t

Just let it slide

Not just the sun

Shining on you

It's not a thing

You can “just do”

It’s not a thing

It's not a place

It’s just a feeling

You can’t replace

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by Atara Ahdoot

Be yourself no matter what

Even when you get cut

Is that what they say?

Making it seem like this is easy

People will try to put you down

Call you names

Even push you around

But don’t play their games!

As long as you can do things that you were taught

You can definitely avoid being something you’re not

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by Atara Ahdoot

Today’s weather is weirdly nice

Maybe it’s spring after all?

But wait, we recently had snow and ice!

And I  don’t see any flowers that are small

I should just get this thought out of my head

Winter is still here

And Spring is still dead

But wait again, could Spring be near?

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by Atara Ahdoot

I am thankful for my ears

Without them I wouldn’t hear

My eyes give me a lot to see

Color, beautiful sights, and trees

My working legs and arms and work great

They help me walk and carry things that have weight

I love that my mouth doesn’t contain a lock

And I’m so happy that I can express my feelings and talk

My food, my house, my family

They are very essential to me

God gives me all of these amazing abilities

Things like happiness, strength, and agility

All these things make me healthy

And this is why I feel wealthy

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by Atara Ahdoot

I have a teacher named Mrs. O’Neill

She is a really great one

I love that she makes stories seem real

And her class fun

The activities she conducts make me really think

And her class for me isn’t a bore

Her daily writing exercises help my writing abilities not shrink

And she inspires me to write poems galore

I really appreciate her love for writing

I think I share the same one too

Her ways of teaching are very enlightening

And she has definitely discovered an interest that is new

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Atara Ahdoot

I can’t believe Creative Writing is coming to an end

I really didn’t know at all what to expect

But I was really excited to attend

And grow my writing intellect

What I didn’t know was that I was going to write poems galore

I didn’t really think of myself as a poet

But I won’t really have time to be doing it anymore

But at least now I know it

I’m thankful found a potential new interest from this class

Along with the other ones

I’m sad that this class went by fast

But at least I got to have lots of fun

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BY JACK COLEMAN

I don’t know why, but, I climbed something big.

It wasn’t a horse and it wasn’t a slaughtered pig.

It was a mountain bigger than Everest.

My dream of climbing this thing would never rest.

What was it called? Well, I’m glad you asked.

It was a human being named Donald Ugly.

It was a challenge for he was 5,000 ft tall.

With a whopping 5,000 lbs, he was the biggest of them all.

Today was the big day to climb this buffoon.

I was sure I would reach the top pretty soon.

I found a large cave it wasn’t nothing

But Donald’s 93 ft wide belly button.

I wanted to go in but do trust me

That the inside was ever so greasy.

I kept on climbing and tried not to get hurt.

But, he sneezed mustard and it came dribbling down his McDonald’s T-Shirt.

I dodged the mustard and I was around his chin.

This is when the real chaos had to begin.

I heard indigestion inside of his tummy.

It came up his throat and it didn’t sound yummy.

He burped so loud that there was an avalanche.

Down came hamburgers, barbeque and cool ranch.

I fell down to the bottom and started to bleed.

I fell into a puddle of barbeque sauce that his bottom made.

He was so tired and fell asleep.

He toppled down on me and I let out a big fat weep.

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by L.E.

Sparks fly into my heart

As I can not control my feelings,

The goodbyes were hard

As I couldn’t control the tears running down my face

My heart was pounding

didn’t know what to follow

Do I go to the left or the right?

My mind is swirling

Don’t know what to think

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By Emilee Gilde

A Dream World?

I never knew.

They won’t let me in

And I just can’t sleep,

Because I keep thinking.

Open the gates,

But they won’t.

I can’t be seen

And now I know.

Divine Being

Just show,

Me.

Please, Show me a nice,

Vivid dream.

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By Emilee Gilde

The Rain is singing.

Drip Drop,

Drip Drop.

It’s asking what’s that shiny thing?

It’s a very distinctive bling.

To answer the Rain I say

“Drip Drop,

Drip Drop.”

It says “Thanks!”

And that I helped a lot.

I look ahead,

Then stopped.

It was a stop sign.

There was a car ahead.

The Rain bled.

Drip Drop,

Drip Drop.

It bled, it has an open wound,

It bled hard all over the hood.

The Car was drenched,

But so was I.

At the end my head was ringing.

Plot Twist,

I died.

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3 minutes and you’re late.

Don’t run, walk.

Even if you’re late, it’s not your fate.

Counting in your head how much time

you have.

3 minutes…

2 minutes and 30 seconds…

Time’s ticking…

Tick tock

30 seconds until you’re late.

You get worried,

start running.

Crash!

You bump into someone,

and then you’re late.

Don’t run in the halls.

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anonymous

I love you

With my heart.

I love you,

With my eyes,

To see your

Smile so bright

I love you,

In my brain,

Thinking of you,

Every single day

I love you,

With my ears

To hear your

Voice so calm

And so soothing

I love you,

You’re my everything

That is all.

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Lying in bed on a Sunday morning,

Your arms weakening

You are awakened by a dog barking

You ask: what is there to do?

Your homework is done, your sports are finished

Your friends can’t hangout.

It is like you’re trapped

Alone, your mind spinning in circles

You have no choice but to get some Fortnite dubs

But you soon get bored.

Parents don’t understand your boredumb

Every option you are given you reject

Just like that fish tank project.

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Live. Laugh. Love.

By Emilee Gilde

Live.

Laugh.

Love.

That’s what many before us have done.

Most of us make it our philosophy,

And most of us make it a priority.

Then again, most of us have our own way

And that's totally ok,

But what happens when you give up?

What happens when you give up on your way?

Do you change your way of thinking?

Or can you just,

Live

Laugh.

Love.

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Don’t Be Scared

By Emilee Gilde

It’s oh, so dark.

I can’t see,

But I can hear a dog bark.

The dark is scary and it’s definitely not hairy.

If you are scared of the dark,

Just listen to sounds.

Like the Woodpecker pound on that poor tree.

Listen to that cat flee,

Scatter Patter.

Listen - the people are talking,

The Lady is flattered.

Listen. Maybe you’re Alice,

Can you hear the Mad Hatter?

Don’t be scared of the dark.

No need to see.

Just make a dream of what you hear.

Think about it. You’re friends with a talking Bear!

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By Ryan Becker

Pain and the suffering done

to the victims

17 Dead

No longer living

Claiming school is so safe

I don’t believe that.

The laws we have

contradict that

It was just a boy

Who did the insidious act

Just because of being expelled?

You know what's interesting?

Bearing arms is one of our rights

Abused

Yet not changed in

In any sight.

One act

That’ll end you up in prison.

Your whole life

Due to his rifle’s might

17 dead

In a matter of minutes.

How could the USA not realize that?

Just make it semi-automatic

It’ll be ok right?

No training required

Just get a license

And you can have a weapon

To change someone's life,

To end their days

In an instant

A day of love they thought

But he pulled the trigger

And let the bullets flood.

Finishing his victims without one shrug.

As he tried to flee the scene

But now he’s in prison,

Where he will live.

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Carly Boesch

What happens to us when we pass away?

Does day become night? Does night become day?

Does heaven exist? What about hell?

How would we know? How can we tell?

What happens to my soul when it is my time?

As it leaves my body do death bells chime?

Do they chime in the afterlife I am welcomed to?

Do they chime to my family? What would they do?

My life can’t be over, it has only begun.

The light becomes brighter. Am I going to the sun?

Will I live my afterlife in the heavens above?

Will I ever get to see the ones that I’ve loved?