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Poem by Jett Shockley, inspired by "Goddess of the Sea"

The Goddess of the sea,

Hair as blue as the sea,

Skin as gray and rough as a stone,

Eyes as white as snow,

Her hair is water, splish splash, as it blows in the wind,

Her rough gray hands stroke the outside of a shell, sounding like nails on a chalkboard,

Her bright white eyes go deeper and deeper into your soul as you gaze into them,

The Goddess of the sea

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"City of Colors" by Kristian Escano, Quilcene High School

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Poem by Logan Harden, inspired by "City of Colors"

The Tower towering over the town over me over people like a steeple of a church

Just as high as the seagulls and eagles and the floor as low as the beagles hunting pheasant for the poor people but at that point we are all poor because the tower in the town square towers over us and the seagulls and eagles but the beagles are right next us

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"Grandpa" by Madeline Haydu, Olympic High School

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"The Grandpa" by Luke O'Hara, inspired by "Grandpa"

The grandpa is as old as a shoe

He is as happy as a clown

His beard is as white as snow

He is as wise as an owl

His shirt is as blue as the ocean

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"Found Love" by Alana Macanas, Olympic High School

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"Love to Me" by Emily Wilson, inspired by "Found Love"

Love to me is like a river that never ends

Compassion you have with friends

Like a spark inside my heart

Love is something that you can't depart

Love you can mend

You can never be broken whence its true

Love is true, beautiful, kind love is something you should cherish

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"Safe for a Second" by Arson Emeka, South Kitsap High School

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"Out of the Dark" by Sonia Olson, inspired by "Safe for a Second"

Growing up, the only thing keeping you from the dark was curling into a ball, protecting you, keeping you warm, filling you with hope. Curling up in a ball is the one thing that would patch up those dark gaping holes over your body. As much as the world would break you, curling up in a ball would heal you. As much as the world would chain you, curling up in a ball would free you. Curling up in a ball saved you, keeping your head up high over the murky pool everyone was drowning in. Curling up in that ball opened up things that were locked away, binding you to the world, keeping you crawling on the ground but opening up let you fly. See the world with new eyes. Curling up in a ball kept the light from going dormant inside of you.

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"Petals and Thorns" by Eli Shelton, Kingston High School

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Poem by Lucia O'Neil Osborne, inspired by "Petals and Thorns"

The rose

I picked a rose

The thorns scraped and scratched at my palms

And the cold crisp wind flew throughout my hair

The snow on the ground slowly melting

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"Sunset Off the Savannah Bridge" by Christina Converse, Olympic High School

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Poem by Savvy Grimm, inspired by "Sunset Off the Savannah Bridge"

I sit on my deck after a long day at the beach

I have sand in my salty hair

I watch as the sun goes down

It gets darker and darker but lighter and lighter

The colors mix together

I see the sun in the distance

I go to bed and prepare to see the same tomorrow

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"Grandpa" by Madeline Haydu, Olympic High School

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Poem by Elijah Thornton, inspired by "Grandpa"

Old man this old man is a work of art he makes his art yea he makes a profit from his work he is a piece of artwork on the shelf that gets looked at over and over time and time again it is like he is the are almost like he talks art almost like he teaches art grandpa has his glasses on on his head so he can see to make his art he is a piece of work like his art work he is gray like the gray of a sky on a cloudy day his hair blows in the just like grass when there is a breeze He has a cat that's black that black cat looks at his paintings old man has a cat this old man is built different

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"Found Love" by Alana Macanas, Olympic High School

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Poem by Idalya Stevenson, inspired by "Found Love"

Reaching out to grasp a concept you don't understand

One you understand it consumes you and holds you captive

But it makes you happy

You find security and confidence in this idea

But feelings can be lost as easy as they are gained

A happy day which turns dreadful within a few words

As the time you had spent on this new feeling feels lost

You wish as if you had never met the idea at all

People told you it would happen but you didn't listen

You had already became stuck and lost in this idea

As the person you had cared about most leaves you for another

You feel betrayed

You know they didn't want to hurt you

But it cuts you deeper more then anything you had ever happen

You loved and cared for them so unbelievably much that you dared to say they were the most important in your life

You know that you shouldn't hate them but it can't be helped.

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"Overwhelmed" by Kiarra Tate, Kingston High School

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Poem by Stella Bosley, inspired by "Overwhelmed"

It's like falling into a hole that you can’t get yourself out of. Everything swirls into a burl, eyes not knowing what to look at and mouth screaming because you're so deep in that hole that there is no sunlight. There is only gray and black. Just swimming in your thoughts and feelings, like being frozen. Not sure what road to take but in the end they all lead back.

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"Ramen Bowl" by Cole Newcomer, South Kitsap High School

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"The Ramen Bowl" by Skye Trollsplinter, inspired by "Ramen Bowl"

My gorgeous ramen bowl

Ever-waiting

Its crystal sheen glows

Pour the boiling water in

The bowl glistens

In comes the ramen

The bowl’s crystals

Illuminate once more

But when the ramen is gone

The bowl

All alone

Plunges in darkness

Until tomorrow…

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"Found Love" by Alana Macanas, Olympic High School

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"The Truth in My Heart" by Freya Gellert DePalma, inspired by "Found Love"

My heart.

Holds so much compassion and love for all those around me

But on those days I ask myself, do I hold enough space for me too?

I walk and see those dancing

I talk and see those singing

I run but see those gliding

I wonder why I can’t do enough to feel at ease, but instead I am tiptoeing around my truth.

But alas, I keep pushing, keep striding, trying to be the best I can be.

My heart holds so much for others, but can I hold enough for me?

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"Empty Space" by Elena Matthew, Olympic High School

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Poem by Isla Emerson, inspired by "Empty Space"

All the empty space

Drifting and damaging

Surrounding but not being gathered

Echoing and indecisive

Dramatically obvious

All the empty space inside

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"A Fuzzy Little Guy" by Char Santerre, Port Townsend High School

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"Fuzzy Man" by C.J. Fisher, inspired by " A Fuzzy Little Guy"

Fuzzy man, who are you? You're known for being fuzzy but what are you?

Fuzzy man please listen everyone is missing

Fuzzy man you may be little but you are glistening

Fuzzy man the words I hear are hurting

Fuzzy man the world is in your hands

Fuzzy man you are a mystery

Fuzzy man aren't you like any other man?

Fuzzy man you’re rambling again

The words you speak are not known to any other man

Fuzzy little man

Fuzzy Little Man the world is in your hands

Fuzzy man, who are you?

Little man is blind you see

But Fuzzy man can you even see me at all?

Fuzzy man you may not be the best but you are a star

Fuzzy man shine bright and let everyone see

Fuzzy man who are you not just fuzzy are you blue

Now Fuzzy man who are you

Are you there at all?

Fuzzy man.

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"Schematics" by Logan Babcock, Quilcene High School

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"Jets" by Sam Fox, inspired by "Schematics"

A jet's nose is a spear piercing the sky.
Its wings slice the clouds.
The engines burn with power.
The pilot is rich with confidence.
When the plane lands its wheels struggle to hold up the weight.

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"Flying on a Skateboard" by Samantha Stromberg, Port Townsend High School

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"Flying High" by Cesar Garcia, inspired by "Flying on a Skateboard"

Flying high like a balloon in the air

Floating to nowhere

Looking down into the bowl

It has no end

The end comes soon

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"Slow Flowing" by Leighton Menge, Kingston High School

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"The Dawn of Spring" by Chase Gardner, inspired by "Slow Flowing"

A river floats, slow, and low waiting for the rush of crisp snowmelt and benevolent rain

The trees wait for a refreshing sip of water

filtered through the mountain plains

The sun peaks out from the clouds the weather finally hotter

The mountains melt exposes craggy stone

The valleys open to greet flowing grass from grey soil

Once the snowy glaciers are all alone

Then starts the summer boil

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"Someday" by Sabina Funaro, Port Townsend High School

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Poem by Anonymous, inspired by "Someday"

I look at other girls

The girls with the highlights

The girls with good style

The girls who have it all

Then I look at myself

I realize I’m not close to that girl

I’m the girl in the hoodies and leggings

The girl with three close friends and the un-dyed hair

The girl who trips over everything

And has bruised shins

I’m not the girl who is perfectly put together

I’m not the girl who matches beauty standards

I’m not the girl with the perfect grades

I’m not that girl

I’m the girl who compares them self to everyone

The girl with the unreliable grades

But I’m also that girl

That girl who enjoys the little things

The girl who has reliable friends

The girl who is happy with where they are at

The girl who isn’t always reaching for more

Someday I will realize that

Someday I will reach for the positive view

Someday I will push the negative out and make room for better thoughts

Someday will be soon

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"Petals and Thorns" by Eli Shelton, Kingston High School

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Poem by Macy Little, inspired by "Petals and Thorns"

A garden filled with ripening flowers

The ruff cobblestone path pushes into me

The sweet floral smell brings my nose much joy

The soft colors soothe my eyes

I see a rose.

One singular rose.

Like the dark sky with a shining star burning brighter than the rest

With delicate red petals and a deep green stem with striking thorns

It’s beauty magnetic

I forgot the thorns so distracted by the petals

I wanted that rose for myself

But it didn't want me.

The thorns pierced my skin

Red silky blood came pouring out

The tears ripped from inside me

I killed the rose.

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"The Crows Call" by Char Santerre, Port Townsend High School

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Poem by Anonymous, inspired by "The Crows Call"

The wind carries the sound of the crows CAW CAW to my ear.

The crow floats back and forththrough the sky.

The crow slices the air with its wings.

The quietly waits at the top waiting to pick scraps up to eat.

The lands on the fence pole effortlessly and waits.

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"My Beloved Loaf" by Abigail Cook, Central Kitsap High School

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"First Thing I See" by Anonymous, inspired by "My Beloved Loaf"

When I walk through the door I see you

Peacefully sleeping in your loaf pose

You are my beloved loaf

No other cat can compare to you

I love you

You are the first thing I see

Your pale eyes standing out from your dark fur

You bring me joy just seeing you

Right by the door where you always are when I come home

Everyday I wait to see you

Shining in the sun by the window

I feel as if your waiting for me too

I love you

I will always love you

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"Where You'll Find Me" by Sabina Funaro, Port Townsend High School

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Poem by Emilia O'Neill, inspired by "Where You'll Find Me"

You’ll find me in the spaces between the lines of a book.

and in the space between the seat and the console in the middle of a car

You’ll find me in those weird, hazy memories

and in the far corner of the library

You’ll find me in the pocket of a jacket you thought you lost

and in that jar near the back of the cupboard

You’ll find me ripped up into tiny pieces and strewn across the floor

You’ll find me in the flurries of snow

And the beams of sunlight

And murky puddles on your way to school

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"Backlit" by Jaye Ruckman, Kingston High School

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"Goddess's Still Feel Pain" by Ila-Mera Patric, inspired by "Backlit"

I am an earth goddess

I see the good and the bad everywhere

The blood and tears shed by everyone trying to hide it

I see the loss and the pain in the circle of life

You try to put the blindfold back on and unsee what you’ve seen

But you have to rember the feeling of happiness

Seeing a loved one after being apart for to long

Doing something  you are truely proud of

I am an earth goddess

I see the good and the bad everywhere

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"Goddess of the Sea" by Taylor Unruh, Olympic High School

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"Mother of the Ocean" by Ila-Mera Patric, inspired by "Goddess of the Sea"

I am the mother of the sea

Mother nature is my sister

The sea stars are my children

When I’m unhappy I send out waves

When I’m joyful I make it a good day for sailors

I am always busy, never still

I am the mother of sea, and will always be

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"Uncertainty" by Keturah Savage, Bremerton High School

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Poem by Rayna Pray, inspired by "Uncertainty"

Doubt, shame, uncertainty. Everything portrayed through my drooping face. A maddening state. All the things to come, I don’t even know where I’m from anymore, uncertainty as cold and chilly as a winter storm. My pulse quickening and beating through my neck. An unfamiliar face staring back from the smooth, water-like glass of the mirror. I’m unknown, full of uncertainty.

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"Found Love" by Alana Macanas, Port Townsend High School

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"Hopeless Love" by Aubrie Taylor, inspired by "Found Love"

Love I can't seem to find it, it's out there somewhere waiting for me, love feels like I'm gasping for air but can't seem breath, there is a shield in my way it barricades love from me, turning it away ever option like it was not there in the beginning, digging deeper and deeper into me until it burst and I break, love is nowhere unless it comes by me loving me then love comes but I can't seem to find the way out of this maze. It's like an endless cycle, non-stop with no end repeating over and over and over and over.

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"Paint" by Rylee Filbert, South Kitsap High School

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Poem by Aiyanna Webb, inspired by "Paint"

When did our hands become blank

And without color

Boring

Our hands were once colorful, vibrant and free

The colors would dance across our skin

It would shine so bright we couldn’t see

A unique pair

They now grow bland, trapped, dull

They cry for light and dark

Faded and vibrant

Warm and cool

Colors

When did they become tools for us to use without a second thought

When they used to be creatures that wind their way around the objects of the world

Our hands used to be made of color

Color was their name

Now their name is forgotten

An afterthought that they beg us to say

But when you do say it they will fly

The weight pulling them back down to the Earth gone

Forever Colorful