The Dream

large forest at night with a full moon in the sky

 

I dreamt I was in a forest

Surrounded by shadows of clinking tree branches

In the pitch-black night

The cool white moonlight

Around my pale reflection

In a dried-up stream bank

 

I dreamt I heard noises

CRACK.

I whip around

Nothing

And yet when there was really something there

I failed to notice.

 

I dreamt and feared the endless emptiness

In the misty woods

And my surrounded isolation

But I settled into the warm ground

Dead leaves, moss, and brush

And I fell asleep, shivering, in the freezing air

 

I dreamt I then woke

To a coyote curled next to me in the leaves

And above me a mouse that barked

 

I dreamt this was not a dream

I dreamt that this dream I dreamt was real

I dreamt I dozed off again to dream on the forest floor

 

And when I woke up

I was alone.

 

-Marie Walters (May 2018)

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night swimming

bright full moon in a dark, slightly cloudy sky

wet tinted goggles give the moon a fractured halo

of faint chaotic cobwebs spinning white and gold

the water is full of dancing flashing shadows

faint songs drift over from the carnival next door

the soft smooth darkness blurs the leaves

that whisper through the windlessness

you drip on the deck in the empty air

in a clammy towel, water slips down your spine

around the porch light doomed moths spiral

their quiet wings flash across your eyes

and fireflies surprise you in the night.

Summer Light Becomes (Nove Otto Poem)

photo of the sunDelightful day on summer’s dawn
Calms me so much it brings a yawn
To behold the sight is magic
The sun creeping out of the night
The joy of the light brings no fright
Though the end of peace is tragic
But bird calls are hymns of nature
Elegance of noise manifested by this creature


This is a new style of poetry I tried out, it’s nine lined with eight syllables each line with a rhyme scheme of aacbbcddc. You can read up on it on this site.

How I wish to fly

photo of clouds

Tick tock 1 o’ clock

I feel the breeze from the dock

Can’t sleep! no I won’t

The moon shining on my face I imagine flying off to space

Oh how I wish to fly

Jump out the window and go up high

Where no one will find me just for one night

Though I feel sad and gloomy because I can’t truly fly

Imagine how cool it would it be to go up into the sky

Through clouds and clouds just passing by

While the world is asleep, nice and quiet

I wish to sneak out through my window

Without any riot

Oh how I wish to fly

Sumaiya R 7thgrade

A Winter Walk

image of froze lake in winter

the lake calls out in the back of my eyes

brutally blue, cupped in hills of gold

fenced with thin pines, fragile in the cold

my legs ached, my ears numbed, and my nose ran

on the water, whitecaps formed and died

I trotted back along the dam

 

the lake calls out in the back of my mind

the foam looked glorious on the cobalt water

my cheeks burned red, the wind cut through my bones

the sunlight broke like fire around the hills

a few tough birds flew, calling harsh and low

I turned around and we all headed home.

 

By TJ Lawrence

An Elegy

image of red rose with quill

Tonight I will stand for you even though you have fallen

Your life may have ended but the light you brought with you is immortal

For you I will never let my heart sink in despair

So, I will never waste the positivity you have planted in our hearts

But to mourn you for one second I shall stand in the darkness with you until you dropped deeply enough your burdens will have left you

In this your mark is branded on our hearts

Even though you lie elsewhere


This is my attempt at a very abbreviated elegy. An elegy is basically a reflective poem typically for when someone has died. You could compare it to a eulogy except an elegy is more reflective and obviously in a poem format.

If you want to read some elegies, I have a website for you: https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/elegy/

Reflections

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I’m not posting art today. Instead, here’s a poem! I’m not that good at writing poems, and this one is way too fake-deep, but I’m working to become better.

My friends, I know,

Are the only ones I

Need.

 

Then, why do I

Always feel so

Lonely?

 

But at home, I have “friends”

Who can never

Leave.

 

And they’ll stay,

Guarding my

Insecurities.

 

The saddest thing

About all of this must

Be,

 

The only way to escape

Twisted

Reality

 

Is to hold “those friends”

Who mean the world to

Me.

 

Though, they are just

Reflections on a

Screen.

Hannah, 9th grade