Shape Poem by Hunter (age 10)
the sun goes to sleep,
and there seems to be no light
But in that small second this dim light
like a lamp in the living room. This moon
is shining the night with a glow with white
or yellow, I am not sure why, and who knows,
maybe that night you look up and you watch the night full of stars
the satellites moving above the earth
and maybe if you are lucky,
then you could find a shooting star
and make a wish
and sit near the fireplace
have a happy conversation
under this moon calms you down
after your busy day
and you fall asleep
with a smile on your face.
Haiku by Mark (14)
The fat pink peaches
grow heavily ripe on trees,
bending branches low.
Sense of Clarity
Tanka poem by Emma (15)
Breaking through the grey
glass of queries and blindness.
Reaching for the end
of a tunnel’s dark, mad eyes,
where a river flows still sane.
Fragmented poem by Sara (18)
The wild blistering wind.
The jumping fish along with the stream.
The birds heading north.
The gleaming water.
As sunshine peaks from the trees.
As things come out from hibernation.
As backpackers trek through the forest.
The sleepy earth now awoken.
As the Swan Dreams
Fragmented poem by Emma (15)
as the swan dreams,
of wings in silver capes,
flying in beautiful serenity,
breaking and chipping through places not fathomed
nor figured out when insides its mazes.
sweeping over blood red forests and glass rivers
and hugging the crisp breaths from below.
as curious eyes from the ground watch above
kissing them sweetly.
And the wind whistles out
the calls of nature within and the world around.
Now once in time,
opening its shields to a realization of truth,
that such dream wasn’t a lie,
but a vivid reality.
Concrete poem by Joeli (13)