A Poem by Anonymous

Scaring children and freaking them out

Hated by every kid; there’s no doubt.

100 problems, can’t solve them themselves

Can’t figure them out; I’m on my twelfth.

There’s no time to relax. I must study.

And if I don’t, I hope I get lucky.

It’s time to worry for

The pressure’s on me.

Why can’t we students just

Be free?

Testing by Maya Merchant

The beautiful eye shadow

Glitters on her eye lids;

the liquid liner

and mascara,

are irritating.

The nail polish cracks her delicate nails,

but we don’t care.

Better she suffer than us.

Tears form,

her eyes are very red;

in an instant

she is blind.

The concealer seeped into her sockets.

She is writhing in pain.

“The Loreal concealer 312 is not working”

says one scientist.

“She’s not going to make it!” another cries.

“Euthanize her!” they shout.

And just like that, Rabbit 3-9A41 is dead.

But better her than us. 

More Poetry

Blue

by Carli Udine, Ryan Bush, and Skyler Harris

The color blue.

The color of blue is very pure.

It is just plain and simple.

It could represent sadness, yet a new day.

Light blue, dark blue, and baby blue -- you could say.

And those don’t seem all so gray.

A blue sea encompasses the ocean.

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Writing Club   

by Ryder Kaplan

I think of the fun I have,

And then I laugh.

I can write about giraffes .

I can write about a bad performance

In the first half.

I write to express my feelings.

I can write about the ceiling

Using the tools I have received in the past,

“When’s the next meeting?” I ask.

Poetry & Description

by Ryan Bush
Soaring high above the fluffy white clouds,

Free to come and go as pleasing.

Cultures and cultures go by.

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by Noah Barboza

My shape is quite peculiar, matching the traditional picture of a figure in the night sky. The bittersweet crunch is only edible if the elusive seeds are carefully picked out. It is preferred that sugar is poured onto me. What am I?

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by Rachel Schonberger

Board onto the bus

Reunite with all my friends

The summer has begun.

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by Ben Ross

The smooth, bright colored sphere rests in the palm of my hand. 

My teeth sink through its nutritious skin and flavor hits my taste buds.

I chomp down the delicious treat all the way down to its core. 

After I finish, I plant its seeds so more can return, tastier than before.

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by Skyler Harris

World Peace

No one is fighting.

There is peace everywhere.

All people are safe.

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Anonymous

Apple

Spherical, smooth to the touch,

Rich in flavor and as sweet as sugarcane.

I take a bite and the piece slides past my lips

and into my mouth, 

a sensation of cold, refreshing bliss

rushes through my body. 

Fall Theme Poetry

by Katherine Gibson

Change

I balance my foot in the center of the rocking boat.

Around me, pinecones and sap waft their sweet and spikey aroma throughout the air.

I throw the orange vest over my pudgy bun, and grab the wooden stick at my side, whose purpose is to propel my reflection in the water.

Push. Pull. Push. Pull.

I take off into the mirror of glass crashing and smashing it as I trudge along.

I look to the left and see the green leaves of summer tumbling and slowly, slowly dancing to the ground.

I look to my right and the foliage of fall is blossoming on the treetops.

If the leaves know their purpose and when their time is to push on and when to give up, shouldn't I too?

I'm caught in the middle of two seasons, which so happen to be the middle of my life. 

I close my eyes and imagine my path.

Scratching Haiku

We recently learned that Haiku does not always have to be the traditional 3-line poem which follows the 5-7-5 syllable structure.  Non-traditional Haiku is about capturing the essence of an experience, feeling, or moment. Sometimes it's a fragment with a sentence. Sometimes the final line offers a twist.

Check out this non-traditional Haiku by Camille Adames

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The word-

the most powerful being

on Earth.

More Fall Theme Scratching

by Julia Perillo

The Fall Feeling

Leaves crunch underneath my feet

A peaceful breeze drifts down the street.

I snuggle by the fire as I read a great book,

And I marvel at the pictures my friends and I took.

Excitement for the holidays surges through everyone,

Halloween parties and family gatherings are so much fun!

Maybe the leaves do not change and it does not get that cold,

But I still love Florida’s fall so much that it will never get old.

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by Sabrina Blandon

The Magic of Fall

     Once there was a 3^rd grader named Serina. She was an excellent student; she had good grades, but she didn’t have any friends. She would get picked on by bullies, and by this one girl who was the popular girl; her name was Stella. Everyday she would have two friends beside her; their names were Minx and Shannon. 

     “Look who it is, it’s Friendless,” Stella said one day. 

     “Not everyone is as lucky as you, Stella,” Minx said. 

     After that, Serina came home, crying.  The next day, after school, Serina went to her homeroom teacher’s classroom. 

     “Mrs. Mullens, can I stay here for a couple of minutes?” 

     “Ok, but shouldn’t you be getting home?” Mrs. Mullens asked, “Did you get started on that season project were you have to write about your favorite season and why?” 

     Serina nodded. Serina got home and started on her Season project. 

     That day the project was due, everyone went first and then Serina last. Everyone chose summer because school is out, but Serina chose fall. 

     “My favorite season is fall,” Serina was interrupted.

     “Like always, Serina sticks out like a sore thumb.” 
     But what Stella said didn’t stop Serina.  “I like fall because of all the different leaves. I like how everyday after school a kid can just jump into a pile of colors. I love how in the morning, I can see the fresh air swirling around with the different kinds of leaves. I love the colors, like the crisp red and golden orange, on the leaves, and how they are all so different. It feels like magic when it's fall. I also like how when fall happens, the trees get rid of their old selves and grow in new ones like a kid from glasses to contacts. That is why fall is my favorite season.” 

     After the bell rang, Serina would usually get picked on by Stella and her entourage, but that day was different. Two kids went up to Serina. 

     “Hi, I liked your piece," one kid commented. 

     “Thanks, what’s your name?”

     “I am Sophie and this is Eden.” After a couple of minutes of talking they finally became friends. After that day, Stella and her entourage never bullied her again. 

     Later on in her lifetime, Serina became a writer, and she created an organization about bullying and what to do to stand up to bullies. 

THE END 

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