Poetry is....

Today was the first meeting for the 2014-15 school year.  Creating writing club members started out the year by writing a group poem describing poetry using similes and metaphors to compare poetry to an animal, activity, food, and a place.

Which line do you like the most? What is poetry like to you? Respond in the comments!

If you're interested in joining the club, please come to our next meeting on Wednesday, October 1 @ 8:45 in room 135.

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by Grady Riester, Grant Kaplan, Valentina Villarroel, and Rishab Jain

Poetry is like skating.
Picking up speed
not waiting as your ideas develop,
and maybe you mess up,
but you get back on,
and keep going...

Poetry is like a field of roses in spring
Sprouting a new bud with every expression
of the soul;
forming one large plane of ideas.

Poetry is like a Thanksgiving feast with your family
overflowing with emotion,
full of variety to fit everyone's preference,
and a feeling of satisfaction by the end.

Poetry is like a human:
diverse, unique, and full of expressions.
Poetry has many turns and falls
until matured to perfection with a purpose.

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by Julia Rubin, Harriette Hanley, Laura Bea, and Autumn Desanti

Poetry is like a peach.
Juicy, colorful with a deep pit
Full of surprises in every one.

Poetry is like flowing water
along the paper
with the end being refreshing.

Poetry is like New Orleans.
All the ideas and all the cultures
flowing together to create
one harmonious thought.

Poetry is like a puppy dog
always fun
and making others happy
and filled with joy.

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by Jordyn Kurlander, Hannahh Isaacs, Ileana Toro, and Kian Bagherlee

Poetry is a soft flow of words
like a wave.
The wave goes in and out softly,
taking in sand to be abandoned
in the middle of the sea
as our minds are abandoned in though.

A poem is like a deer
Giving you mixed feels of
happiness
peacefulness
and at times
curiosity
of the deep thoughts
it has inside itself.

Poetry is like a tall building
staring at us.
People walking everywhere,
and statues look like
they are looking at us.

Poetry is as scrumptious as a cake.
The different words and thoughts bursting
after you let it bake.
Craving more
after each inspirational bite.
Pulling out the mix for a long
waiting period to be spread with happiness
at first sight.

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.