2nd Hour Setting Poems by kim doele

Eli R

2017-10-06 13:30:55 UTC

School Day

Little life

Brown, white

Bleak, dreary

Cold, weary

Deep breath

Two more

Do math

Icy floor

Run home

Get warm

Ahhhhhhh…

Elise M.

2017-10-06 13:32:00 UTC

Smile

Run out to field

Favorite basket….mine!

Cartwheel happy

Loving farm mornings

Sun in my face

Wind in my hair

Dew on the grass

Pretty

Run to first row of blueberries

Pick drop pick drop pick drop

routine

Next row

Pick drop pick drop pick drop

Dog

My dog

Running toward me tongue out

Happy

Throw berry

Dog catches berry

Good boy clover!

Dog sniffs my basket

Go find your own

Dog runs out to clearing

Legs hardly touching the ground

Free

I follow dog

Dropping basket

chomping blueberries

Hand picked

Running

Legs hardly touching the ground

Flying

Free

Hands out

Smile on face

Spin spin spin spin spin

Around and around and around

Dog joins me

Spin spin spin spin spin

Wind in my face

Hair blowing

Free

Fall to ground

Dizzy

Happy

Get up

Cartwheel

Spin spin spin spin spin

Wind around me

Hair with a mind of its own

Fall down

Dizzy happy

Get up

Winner happy

Cartwheel

Cartwheel happy

Smile

The basketball court

2017-10-06 13:32:31 UTC

The crowd

is loud
screaming for stars
to come out
hardwood floor
crowd wants more
bounce of the ball
I stand tall
I have it all
on
the
basketball court
By Arjun Taylor

Focusing

2017-10-06 13:32:54 UTC

Trying to finish homework

Distracted by her face

Her head on my lap

“Oh Liliah” I say smiling into her eyes

“Do you know what X is in this equation?”

“I didn’t think so Lilah!”

Laughing and then I’m quiet

Liliah is sound asleep snoring as she listens to me talk to myself

Sam B

2017-10-06 13:33:05 UTC

A long plane ride
To a place that's foreign

From L.A. to London

City of Angels to

The Square Mile

Taking in the details

The fog

The buildings

And people

But most of all

The Forest

My forest
The place I used to run to
The place I ran to
To get away
Now
After ten years
I`m back to
My forest.

Drew S.

2017-10-06 13:33:36 UTC

Sage smells

ar🕳und

us,

Feet

Pitter-patter

on the ground,

Trees

Whisper💨

in Wyoming wind,

Ooh-aah our breath

like wind

bre aks

the silence

Reflections glisten

in jade water like mirrors,

Twigs

Snap,

Branches

bre ak,

Weeds

fall

down

Rafting

2017-10-06 13:33:46 UTC

Falling leaves,

the crunch of the needles.

But not the kind you'd expect,

soft to the touch.

Roasting marshmallows on hot coals,

splinters on the wooden floors.

Rope and twine spun together,

to make something so much more.

Pattle, faster, Faster,

Till you can only feel your heartbeat..

beat..

beat.

A Dark Space

2017-10-06 13:33:49 UTC

A dark space

It whispers

You are safe here

curtains sealed tight

Singing

It's only you

Confinement at its finest

colors mournful

textures bare

The light faint

dying away

A comfortable room

One that could satisfy

One that feels drawn down

that suffers from the pain in their heart

One that only desires

A dark space

Curled on the couch

Minute after minute

Hour after hour

Day after day

The room is fitting

For any flavorful emotions

A dark space

Cozy

Quiet

A dark space

Frozen By: Cole K

2017-10-06 13:34:19 UTC

Snow

Covering the ground, trees, bushes

Everything

Snow

In my gloves, shoes, pants

Everywhere

My foot indenting the snow

Like a dinosaur

The trail of where you have been

A cold breeze hits my face

Bringing a chill through my body

Snow

Taking over everything it can

Trees, Bushes, Everything

Cold

Taking over everything it can

Including me

Birds sing Flowers bloomLeaves crackGrass bendsTrees creakSquirrels climb Butterflies flutterClouds hoverSky blue like the seaAnd here I am all alone With the forest

2017-10-06 13:34:44 UTC

First Ski Trip: By Claire W Wind slaps my face Tears blur the pictures whipping past me However, I am not crying Suddenly black is all I see My cheeks grow colder and colder I push myself up; looking down, my skis are gone Click! Click! Back on Again with the wind and world No Too fast Wide turn right Snow Envelopes My Vision Laughter comes from up above My cheeks melt the snow stuck to them My eyes look down, embarrassed Determined I try again Failure A voice from behind “Need any help?” It asks I turn A boy with wavy caramel hair Ocean eyes Tan face “Yes! Thank you so much,” My lips say He tells me to kick the snow off my shoes On one foot I wobble Grab his shoulder for support “I’m Jamie” “I’m Maya”

2017-10-06 13:34:57 UTC

Caroline

flercar — 2017-10-06 13:35:19 UTC

Wow

Cute shops

Call out to me

Sunlight peeks

Through spaces between buildings

People walking with baguettes

Taxis buzz everywhere

Carrying tourists and locals

Beautiful music

seeps

through the open window

Of the bright yellow taxi

We pass the eiffel tower

That sticks out like a thumb

Although a

beautiful thumb

“Here’s our stop” Mom tells me

I step out of the yellow taxi

I see the sign

pâtisserie

After a warm baguette and nutella

I like it here

Lexie

2017-10-06 13:35:22 UTC

Riviera

The Riviera looks lonely

Without a crowd and music to join it

Alone but waiting

For the crowd and lights to wake it up

Vibrations of the drums to echo through the buildings and streets
No lights to make the building glow

No crowd to bustle through the open doors

Which are now closed

For the sound of music to make its way home

To the place it is welcome

Like the sign on the front

Empty now but beckoning for a name

Relief flooded through me and pushed all the worries from before aside

The night is over and now it’s morning

More adventure awaits me at the Riviera

but

it will have to wait another day

Kirby V The COURT,My COURT

2017-10-06 13:35:54 UTC

THE COURT.

I hear the crowd screaming

But as soon I step onto the court

Everything is silent

No thoughts of my future

No thoughts of school

And most importantly

No memories of my parents

Everything I have

The only thing that can get me anywhere

Is out on this place

THE COURT.

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THE COURT.

My ticket to a better life

My ticket to escape the horrors of which I grew up with

Lights flash

Sounds smash

But the roar of the crowd is nowhere to be found

Like a game of cat and mouse but i'm always the cat

Pride and accomplishment is how I feel when I play this game

The enemy who might have been my friend a couple seconds ago

Are now my biggest threat.

My COURT.

Grace Fellows

2017-10-06 13:36:14 UTC

Sweat dribbles down my face

My hands are red

As blood

My reflection in the gym.

The ball against my wrist,

Falls on other teams floor.

This court belongs to me,

And the reflection on the ground.

Panic

2017-10-06 13:36:18 UTC

Wind whispers outside the doorway
We enter

creak

Door opens

Step… step…

Ice cold hands

Reaching
to touch the frigid handle

I feel empty

Will I ever get home?

Whoosh!

Wind attacks, ducking heads

“Get down!”

My world is spinning

I feel distant

People shouting out instructions

Whirlwinds in my head

I sink down against the wall

What’s going on?

Hurricane hit

My panic

Wrapped me up

Like a blanket of fear

Jump, scream, crash

Our few belongings

Thrashing around

Only the first

Of many shocks

In the next 24 hours

Or days

Or years.

Trees watch me like a vulture stalks its preyLeaves hiding little bugs and crushing under my Nike sneakersThe sun hides behind trees and clouds and then showing its bright face againBirds sing a lonely tune that I march toSquirrels run up trees and hide their acorns under groundAnimals prepare for the harsh winter The smell of crisp fall airThe cool breeze that chills through my jacket and warns that winter is on its wayBushes dying and trees shedding their leavesEverything changes in the fall

2017-10-06 13:36:24 UTC

samrgra — 2017-10-06 13:37:15 UTC

PATTER PATTER PATTER
Footprints running
STOP
Through a amazingly beautiful park of grass swaying unmist the wind
Which is singing softly low but pretty
Trees branches like arms tall and strong reaching for every tiny, giant thing that it could possible reach

Hot tears slip past my guard tall and strong looking
But really their weak and bendable.
People talking
Sitting on benches
Joy?
On their faces?

Running again
Slipping in and out of trees
Darting through and around

Hoping
Praying
No ONE
Sees me
Long branches
Tall trees
Swaying in the wind
A open ground small
But private

Finally away from my family

The burden I carry lightens

FINALLY

I am alone

To cry

To wish

To hope

To dream

All the while knowing I can’t do the most important of all

To help

The one I love

The one I count on

The one who brings ME joy

The one who gives me love

I know I need to go back

but I can’t not

Not to that

I tried

Already

Really

I did

But nothing came of it but

Hurt

Sadness

Tears

Frustration

I must stay for as long as I can

To hope

To dream

To cry

To wish

To want

To feel ...

Finally I get up to go back

But I know who I am

Why I came

And now what I can

Do to

Finally
HELP

The one who

Loves

Cares

Knows

Wants

Cherishes

Feels

Hopes

(for)

Me.

But why this time would would it work this time
for every time
I have time I have tried
It has not work
Fear
Sadness
hurt
anger
maddes
Every time
I feel
tears hot bubbling tears
spilling past my heart onto my face
hurting my pride
every time I try
Every time I help
Every time I think about
The hurt that comes from
knowing
the one
you love
the one
that loves you
Is not ok
is dying
is hurting
is in pain
When you know you have tried everything you can
everything you can think of
every time you feel you can
every time you end up failing
every time you think you finally ran away
the hurt comes chasing you around the corner
up the stairs down the hall out the door to the park where finally it gets to you
you break down
the tears of your life finally upon you the has till you go back know that you finally did it
you finally helped that is all that matters now

Afternoon Ride

2017-10-06 13:38:29 UTC

The wheel loses control

And so does the driver

A roller coaster ride

Inside of the car

The crash happens

A white bag bursts out

And disables the boy

Smoke rises from the hood

The driver head aches as she opens her eyes

A bystander helps her out

An ambulance arrives

And the driver starts to cry

An ambulance drives away with the boy

Lilly V.

2017-10-06 13:38:38 UTC

The Bluff

Out on the bluff,

Wind whistles,

And tosses my hair behind me,

Waves swirl and crash,

Fog rests low on the horizon,

Watching the day go by,

Ocean breeze,

Fills my lungs,

Inhale,

Exhale,

It’s sweet and calming,

Closed eyes,

Feeling brisk air,

Half Moon Bay’s jagged coast like torn paper,

Where sky melts into sea,

Where peace wraps around you like a blanket,

Feeling small in this big world,

Happiness is carried in with the tide,

Blown with the wind,

And settles in my heart.

THE HALLWAY The green lockers were shining I dodged a group of basketball players Then there were soccer girls dribbling through the hall Don’t forget the swim team, wet from their morning practice We were in the athletes wing This is every morning Our shoes squeaked on the floor Not because it was wet outside, Because we we passing the art wing of the school There is normally at least one form of paint of the floor I hopped over a picture made out of oil pastel. I started seeing mats on the floor The Gymnastics Wing I said bye to Bella I saw instrument cases on the floor My Stop The Musician wing

2017-10-06 13:40:22 UTC

Eavesdrop

2017-10-06 13:40:58 UTC

Whispers dance into my ear

People plotting

I’ll lie, say she’s a bully

Questions zoom through my head

Stay quiet or confront?

Body couldn’t move, too much stress

Nobody will like her anymore

Dreaming of people running away from me

world is spinning too fast

I deserved those friends and that modeling shoot

wanted to fly away, not listen to any of this

Wishing the world would stop for her

She’s such a pushover, no confidence

Maybe she’s right

Change could be good

Steps walking away feels like a needle to her heart

Don’t change for her

You are better than this

Change for yourself

Be who you are

Don’t bother with them

you are confident.

Grace Fellows

2017-10-06 13:41:51 UTC

Sweat dribbles down my face

My hands are red

As blood

My reflection in the gym.

The ball against my wrist,

Falls on their floor.

This court belongs to me,

And the reflection on the ground.

2017-10-06 13:42:24 UTC

vandwil — 2017-10-06 13:42:26 UTC

I slice through the white snow

Turning side to side

I hear the wind in my ears

Woosh

brisk air tickles my skin

As I slip and slide down on the soft packed snow

fog ahead makes the hill look like a blizzard

I am the only one on this path

But it feels like i am the only one on the mountain.

My skis are like knives

Slicing through butter

My poles control my descent

A upwards hill is coming up

I gain as much speed

I slowly slide up

At the top I almost stop

The rest of the mountain is revealed

I barely see people at the bottom

I slowly gain speed

Going back down again

I make a sharp turn right

Onto the path less traveled

The snow crunches under my skis

I don’t notice the tree

SMASH

THE WATER The smell of the trees and the sandWater lapping against my legs Peacefull and quiet Sounds of the water hitting the shore I watch in awe The view of where the water ends and the land beginsStanding on the deck Wind in my hair clouding my eyesSun in my eyesEverything is peaceful here Coming back to the water Coming back to the wind and the sand

2017-10-06 13:42:57 UTC

Silence is Key Beep Beep Beep Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Silence Mother cries Grandma hugs Grandpa stays silent I will not accept it It’s not real People shuffle around me I scream I scream as loud as I can But no one hears me No one will ever hear me

2017-10-06 13:43:04 UTC

By Sam M.

2017-10-06 13:43:39 UTC

It starts as a vibrant light, Then slowly dimming into an empty bulb. But in the dark glass there is always a way out, To make it into the light again…. Smiles on faces, Music cramming into your ears, Shadows cast by the bright demeanor of a happy family. Rich in love they dance, In their eyes you see, The wonderful world inside and out. Nobody is perfect, No family lives in peace of the entirety of life. There is always something lurking in the dark. A family rich in love, Rich in Happiness. A family of three, Shortened to two. And life begins again. The once bright light is now dimming, A flicker here and there, Joy sprouts in their mind as a replacement comes, He is nice and kind, Just not as the last. He fills the hole, Even though there are still gaps, But the light still shines. Trust is earned in everybody. Although it can still be broken with a snap. The family about to be mended, Is betrayed by no other than the mender A family who had still had its wealth, About to get back the love, Had it taken, And much more. The girl. The girl is affected the most, She has lost most. But she felt the feeling of losing hope. Of memory. Happiness. And love. And that's what broke her. She is in a empty bubble. Once filled with light. Now with sorrow. They travelled far, To make anew, A place where they can lose all of their memories…. And they started to. And that's when the girl thought she found an angel. She didn’t look like one, But through the girl's eyes, The angel was the one thing that could bring her back to the light. The angel. The angel was perhaps over 80, And a little crazy. But that’s what helped the girl She sometimes had a little too much wine, Or skinny pop, she couldn’t see the difference. She was crazy for sure. Maybe a little too much, But that’s what helped the girl. The girl. She observes her angel, She spends most of her time with her. She is funny as a crackpot, But her light is the biggest, Shining through every crack, Slipping into the corners of the girls lonely aura. The angel tells the girl a story. Her own story. The angels story: She is born alone, In a nice family. But death comes along, And she is now totally alone. Her life remains that way, Until today, When she met a girl. The girl saw that they had a lot in common, And that’s when in the next few days, She thought of her as her own grandma The very light which she loved dearly. Mom. She wasn’t so sure about this angel. Could she trust her? Is she safe? Will my daughter like her more than me? She didn’t want to lose her last treasure, If she did, She would be nothing, Floating In An Abyss Of Nothing. That’s when she new what to do. The girl. This is what she heard eavesdropping on her mom: Yes...I would like to file a mental report...yep, my neighbor...what does she do?...ok…all she does is sit and eat candy and wine... my daughter goes there repeatedly, she adores her...but she is-the grandma- exposing her to wine and trying to give her some… she is unsafe for my daughter and she doesn’t-yes, the grandma- she doesn’t know what she’s doing. It’s hard to watch her cry, As she listens to the lies. But she is scarred and strong from her past. She gets up and decides that she will not sit and cry when her friend is in danger. That's when her bulb pops, And shatters exposing the light that was once hidden, It reaches her like a tsunami. The vibrant colors of her love, And her compassion. And she sets out to find her angle and save her. The angel. She new she was going to die. She felt it. She let the girl tug her, Even though she wouldn’t make it down the stairs. She fell hitting her leg, She felt the bone snap, Yet she didn’t cry out. The girl came into her view, Frantic and shaking. The girl was yelling at her, But the angel only had time for her words: You were the greatest gift I ever received, May your life be happy and fulfilled. Goodbye. Oh the colors. That’s what came first. Like a mixing pot all around her, Colors she’s never seen. And then she was no more. Yet the light still glowed.

2017-10-06 13:43:51 UTC

My City

Bleak

Creek

Desolate

Dejected

Ridgewood Avenue

Texas

Forsaken

Mistaken

Gray

Extinct

Distinct

Clouds

Rain

Pain

Sleep

Street lights

Dark Nights

Somber

Trance

Chance

Dim

Neighborhood

Estelle M

2017-10-06 13:44:08 UTC

The School

the school

stood like a giant

Green and black uniforms

Scattered kids

On the grass , benches

Reading, talking
smiling

bricks

A tan like sand

The little windows

It was happy

Until the bell rang

📕📚✏️

Robbie Dwortz

2017-10-06 13:44:44 UTC

As I walk

Down lonely streets

The sounds of downtown

Are calling to me

Soon I shall be there

Soon I must be

Not Los Angelas

That’s not my choice

Not uptown New York

But downtown Detroit

The city, like magic

Seems fantsiful

Yet, the beauty

Appeals to few

The lights there swallow me

Push away my desires

To bring new hope

Hospital Hallways

2017-10-06 13:45:39 UTC

A long hallway,

It emerges from the white doors,

I stare,

They are clean and neat,

It is unnatural,

Cradling my hand as I walk,

Staring at every little detail.

The smudge on the wall,

To the tiniest specks on the floor,

I see trays with needles on them,

Laid neatly,

Side by side,

In front of locked doors,

I wonder,

Why are they locked?

Are they hiding some deep secret

Or are they just storage rooms

I will never know.

Haters Trying to find my wayFind a place to stayFind a thing to doJust like all of youTrying to have some funI don’t have no oneI don’t want to runDon´t make me runWhere was y’all atWhen I was just trying to goTo L.A. to find my new homeAnd where was y’all at when I had no moneyI drove 40 hoursJust to achieve my dream

2017-10-06 13:49:24 UTC

2017-10-06 13:49:26 UTC