Original+Poetry--2010

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**ORIGINAL POETRY INSPIRED BY CAROLINE B. COONEY**


 * __The Endless War__**

Clang!! My sword skidded across the floor. I had nothing to fight with besides my bare hands. I saw the sword slice through the air towards my arm as if in slow motion. Suddenly a searing pain went up my arm as a very deep cut formed. //Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god.// This battle was truly endless. //The days leaped forward and winter was flung aside.// My arm was healing as we fought. I darted behind a column and ran out into the night. He chased after me but couldn’t find me. As soon as he was out of hearing distance, I broke a shop window. I ran inside and found a suit made of metal, which would enhance anything I did. I crept up from behind, ran and leapt as my sword glinted in the moonlight. I swung my sword sideways and heard a scream. I felt iron connecting with flesh and heard a loud thud. The battle was over and I had won.

Adam R. 

__A Sunset Dream__ By Alexandria G.

Look on, over that fair, pristine sea There awaits the sunset Glorious, gorgeous, large and wide Independent While I depend on it I need it Beauty, blend of colors, I take it all Its orange hue and yellow glow Do you stare at it? I don't know I can see the sunset The one that connected you and me So long ago, before we said good bye We had looked at this sunset And I began to cry So look at it now, and every day to follow Think of happiness, don't share my sorrow For when I stare into the sunset, its beauty and splendor I am looking into your eyes, large and tender My //eyes like the sea// Yours, //dark as deep wells// Now when I look at this sunset, my heart hurts and swells Look at the sunset Sitting on the ever blue sea I watch now eyes wide with wonder And everyone, different by skin color Or by their weight, their sight I wonder how many stare at this sunset tonight? Helen, King Melenaus, Paris, and I Who, is looking at the sunset tonight? You, as well, I hope And I hope you think of me For when you do, please know, I am thinking of you So look now, into our sunset Don't forget our treasure And heed the warning of the sunset The night will fall upon us I know you will go to sleep And thoughts of me will be replaced by adventures But I will dream of you, and our sweet sunset

**Silent War** By Ariel K.

As a world we are not one Only linked by our existence Only confronted by our experience Nothing more

Friends we have no more Allies were never there for us For now, peace is only a myth No one ever is who they seem

The whole sphere knows the lesson //We take and we are taken// But no one pays attention to the past Or so I thought

//The meadow was silent// But here is where it happened A clash of blood, bone and flesh Silent

//How quickly the bodies began to fall// But no piercing cry No bloody shout Still silent

Victory over the defeated The defeated devour the victory They leave the scene never to return Yet silent

They say the war is over But it is still going on for me As here I stand among blood, bone and flesh Oh so silent

The dead were still dead A scar in my mind I leave the place with no emotion //Again, the meadow was silent//

And there lay my tears

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//The days leaped forward and winter was flung aside// Summer Hot, Green, Colorful, Lively People, Camp, Fresh Air, Blue Skies, Dull, Colorless, Lifeless, Cold White, School, Home Work Winter

//Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god//

//Madness// //Anger, Hate, Poison,// //Red, Black, Evil, Death, Insanity// //Pink, Love, Marriage,// //Friendship, Optimism// //Happiness// Ofek P.

The Black Plague By Ruthie S.

The king's voice was as loud as his trumpets Sharp, piercing, powerful He was making the weekly announcements like every other week but something about this week was strange. Was it the trees? Black yet green filling the world from earth to sky Or was it the wind swirling around me like it was mad Cold and crisp. No it wasn’t any of those things. Someone was missing Then there was a scream Loud! Filling the air with a dark eerie feeling. Someone shouted, The Black Plague! There was madness People dashing everywhere Like little ghosts scurrying up and down the street Panic The place was full of it There was nowhere you could feel safe. The safety I had felt a mere 20 minutes ago in my cabin by the fire Warm, inviting, cozy Getting ready to walk to the weekly announcements That was a memory I looked back Something caught my eye It was Mrs. Pillsbury Sweet, short, kind But she didn’t look like it And then I saw it A little pink sore on her arm It was the black plague I screamed I ran And Mrs. Pillsbury stood and watched Hurt, embarrassed, scared Of what was to come……

**The Song of the World** by Avi Z. The song of the world Is a melody of harsh chords And sweet harmonies. From shadow, light emerges, As the ray of Time sets out Upon its first journey. Enswathed in mist, the tune darkens, For upon a remote planet, Creatures gather. They will destroy their planet, Interfere with the solar system, Wreak molecular havoc And probe the secrets of the universe That should not be approached. A falling star Moving through the nebula of cloudiness Pushes the song out of this era And into a radius of light A supernova in time, It will become a black hole, Trying to suck back Time. Yet Time cannot be stopped, A relentless giant Pushing steadily forward despite all efforts To the contrary. After this period Time begins to dim As the Universe empties. // But the song is not over // , No. The song is not over. But let us zoom in On the nebula, see what We can discover Behind the black haze. A bristling tree, bending with the wind; A sun, rising in the distance Beyond a hazy horizon. But now the cloud thickens; Humanity has opened its gates, Allowing various evils in the door. You have opened your gates: // Paris //// will destroy you //. The last wisps disappear. The violin has exited the stage;

So beautiful at one time, so horrible at another. The song plays on, introducing a horn, Blaring powerfully before a flute plays the last, Fading notes. Where is the World, Muse Where is the orchestra That played billions of years of havoc and Beauty, destruction and birth? How is it gone? Where is Time itself, Faded to a pale streak in a sea of blackness. The darkness will not clear, Not unless time can stop completely and begin again. The time is gone. It shall never return, and the past is fuzzy and Hazy in our memories. The song of the world Where has that gone? It is here yet: A low melody with a lower tempo. The song of the world Is a melody of harsh chords And sweet harmonies. From light, shadow emerges. The song of the world is not over, No. The song is not over. ---

**‘Nam** By Elliot B.

Nightfall approaches // The sky swells yellow like pus in a blister // The day concludes But the heat will not Sweat begins to appear It trickles down my neck The enemy is in sight They approach unaware // We meet with a clash of blood // It all goes black

I awake to the sound of rescue Choppers, planes, and men The jungles hanging over me Agony shoots through me The sound of bullets go by me Crack! Crack! Crack! People rush in horror over me I see a man's head jerk back He is dead Inches separate me and death I feel us rising in midair We are going back to the base

Medics everywhere Screaming and pain is what I hear I see a man who has just died I am spared I am lucky

In the homeland it is rough War is still in my mind I am in a parade for veterans It is on Memorial Day Many attend But most don't Why? I nearly gave my life for them Why?

// __By Sam E.__ // // I stood like bones inside two princesses I had never been, // // I felt so bad, and felt like a small bin // // My life was done, even though I was young. // // I had lived a good life, I never held grief. // // But it is my shame, that I am so lame. // // Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god. // // It was hard to bare them, o it was hard. // // From the shortness of my hair, it felt so bare. // // And being with Helen was the opposite of heaven. // // But being with Pleis made me so happy, I sang. //
 * // __Anaxandra’s Life__ //**

**Ballet Recitals ** By Annie B My new friend and I are all dance and motion waiting for this day to come As we hear our teacher saying Assemblé Balancé Frappe Jete, Plie, Attitude! Finally the big day arrives, after a long time of rehearsing The Ballet Recital. I wait backstage as I hear the music calling me next to dance I have a solo I am always scared to go out and perform, but Once I go out and see the crowd I am fine I am out there, my music starts playing My feet and hands in preparation position The notes fly from my fingers The rhythm tingles through my feet And I am dancing my heart out.

**THE COLOR OF NIGHT** **By Nita R.** **//__There is a cliff that reaches over everything__ Everything but the sky As I look out at the endless horizon The last silver light dies // __Vanishing like wicks of oil lamps__ In the endless windy nights That glittering light from the bright sun Has been stolen from sight The color has been washed away Replaced with a darker tone Black and white They share the night //__And the moonlight is broken like bones__ Although this might sound dreary to you It is truly a beautiful thing Because once the moon floats down from the sky That light is back again // **

By Zoe G.
 * Nature Walk**

I am walking along the earthy brown path Birds chirping Wind rustling through the trees The wind makes music by blowing thin, shimmering leaves through the cold air There is a peaceful, trickling sound // A silver river pours toward the sea, like an echo caught between stones // Everything around me seems to dance to the song of flowing water An enormous tree comes into my view Its thick trunk is decorated by a vine The vine is //black yet green, filling the world from earth to sky// I believe that the magical-looking vine grows beyond the tree, and touches the golden clouds I cannot see past the low branches of the tree I am so small compared to the piece of nature I will never know how tall the vine really reaches Suddenly, A gust of sharp evil wind tosses leaves and flowers in the air I shake //as the earth shakes when it throws mountaintops or palaces to the ground// But like all great winds end, so does this one Although the magic of nature will go on forever _

__ **“False”** By Jonathan S.

The word screams in your ear As you // enter a strange world under a ** false ** name // The world where ** false ** is not accepted The horrible lie // You have always been a princess // So your ** false ** lie was forgiven The gods forgave you The gods have blessed you The falseness of you has been forgiven You have been lucky, O princess The gods have forgiven you __
 * False **
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**Last Breath** I run across the battlefield to the rest of the troops An enemy sticks his sword through my back I quickly and nervously strike back //We meet in a clash of blood// I fall to the solid cold earth, //curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god// Black is what I see A bright light flashes in front of my eyes Scared out of my mind I start crawling Spitting blood out of my mouth and leaving a trail Thinking of my last memories like my bar mitzvah and birthdays, my wife and children Seconds later I drop dead on the ground

//Jacob S.//

** __Ballet__ ** By Mia S.

// Tiny girls danced, arching their backs as if they had no spines // What a wonderful way to spend your time Lovely and sweet Beautiful and elegant Pink leotards, tutus and ballet slippers

Ten minutes before Nervous but excited Butterflies flying around in my stomach I squeezed my mom’s hand Time to calm down and get ready

// I shrank in horror // My heart was beating as fast as ever I stood in my first position The lights turned on I started to dance

It felt natural Almost as if I was a professional It was coming to an end I came to my last position I will never forget my first ballet recital

by Dina Malka B.
 * // __Winter__ //**

Winter When snow blankets my ground Gently as one touches breakable pottery //Its voice is a thin whip against my skin// //Its voice is very cold, as if sleet is falling// My trees are rigid with cold //At night when the sun goes down, the ice turns purple, like frozen wine// Suddenly, ice falls from high in the sky Crushing everything in its path It is nature It is winter

//The days leap forward and winter is flung aside// // People rejoice // // But winter will come back // // It is the will of nature //

By David T.
 * The Year **

It was once winter A time for children to play in the snow A time when we celebrate And a time of cold But // The days leaped forward and winter was flung aside. // It was then spring A time for rain A time of being outdoors A time for fun It is now summer A time for the sea // I looked out to sea, it was utterly still, the ships just toys on a pond. // // The islands just paintings on a vase // A time for relaxation And a time when we get sunburn It will be fall It will be a time for harvest A time for farmers A time for nature A time for all.


 * A** **Winter Rose**

Fall had ended The cold season following I could feel the breeze of a storm // My flesh had gone as cold as winter // But suddenly I saw a color It was a rose I walked over as if I had never seen one before It glistened in the sunlight that returned It was like magic Suddenly out of nowhere A girl with hair so red Came over and whispered // My mother the queen often says my hair is like rose petals // That is how I can control A winter rose

Gabrielle H.


 * Terrifying Walk**

As I walked to the ice cream shop I was stopped by three scary people. They started beating me up and I was so scared. //Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god.// This just made them even angrier. They kept beating me and beating me. After they were done, //I stood like bones inside two princesses I had never been.// I could not move. It was like I was in shock. I wanted to beat them like you mash potatoes. I think there was an O.K. reason for this brutal attack. But I will never forget this terrifying walk to the ice cream shop.

By Bryce T

//Her eyes hooked mine as a sharp hook would fasten to a fish// What had I done? Her look scared me I didn’t know what to do What should I do? I ran away Then, again I saw that look //Her loathing scared me as barnacles on a boat scrape the bare skin// Why did she hate me so? What had I done? What should I have done?

By Ari N.

__Beach__ Peaceful and graceful. The birds are singing and the waves are crashing against the rocks. It sounds like music. //It is beautiful like rose petals.// But not always. Waves can become rough and cold. The sun can disappear and be replaced with clouds. //Fear sucks on me like an octopus.// I am scared. But then the sun comes back. The birds sing again. And the waves are calm. All is good for now. But not for long. By Joshua J.

**Midnight Sunrise** By Zach S.

The beaten rubber soles of my shoes hit the water on the sidewalk The black sky overflowed and poured rain down on gray buildings As always, the empty city streets were lonely I had finished my night shift at the factory I heard something uncanny, for I could not hear the rain anymore The only sound was the voice of an extraordinary girl // The song seemed to come right out of the sky // And in the middle of the night, the sun shone At the top of the building at the end of the block Stood a beautiful girl with //Hair like the sunset. Eyes like the sea.// As I approached the building, the rain resumed Blackness filled the night sky And, alas, the girl plummeted to her death Like she does every morning as I am walking home from work.

The ear-piercing sound of a bomb feels only a few miles away I run towards the destruction, why, I do not know Finally, as I draw nearer, I hear gunshots and stare at the disaster before me I can only focus on one thing, my father The leader is up front not recognizing that his six-year-old daughter is watching The leader is grinning while killing the lives of others The leader is covered in blood, but serving his nation He is a killer, but he is fulfilling what needs to be done Both hate and love fill my body as coffee and hot chocolate fill the mug of a child // He is hot gold infused on icy silver // // He is the warmest sun and the coldest marble // I darted to my father in the midst of war howling, “Stop, Stop” He told me to go back but I did not obey When I tried to drag him out of the battle he turned around and perished as he was stabbed in the back I stood there in shock, when I too was stabbed in the back By Benji J.
 * Father**

**Seasons** By Alec C.

It is Autumn. The leaves are colorful, the grass nice and green. The cool wind blows in throughout the sky and the cold sun is shining down on my face. It is too cold, I don’t enjoy Autumn.

It is Winter. The snow is sprinkling down from the sky, decorating the trees and the rooftops. It is extremely cold but the cool air feels good against my cheeks. Children are sledding in their backyards and teenagers are having snowball fights in the park.

//The days leaped forward and Winter was flung aside.// //Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god,// for I love Winter.

It is Spring. The flowers are blooming, the birds chirping. Butterflies and other beautiful animals and insects are roaming around minding their own business. Children are playing baseball in the park and soccer in the field. I am sitting on my porch admiring all of the beauty, for I am too old to exercise to a high extent. I enjoy Spring.

It is Summer. It is too hot for me to be standing outside, so I am forced to sit inside all day in my rocking chair. I begin to feel sick from heat. I lie in bed and slowly begin to lose consciousness. I strongly dislike Summer, for it killed me.

I am a newborn I know no sinful words My parents have never said anything sinful

I am a small child I know people who know sinful words but I never speak of them My punishment starts

I am a teen I saw a man //This man's beard raged over his cheeks and jaw like a bad temper.// And his temper matched his beard He sinned like a manic

I am a young adult This man came back The sins got worse and worse until he said the worst word of them all

This man influenced me; he was my mentor, teacher and friend

I am an adult I learned to curse I was angry with a man, a new man //Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god.// I was punished with death

Learn from my mistakes

Amos E.

Stones By Alice S.

When you walk out the door And you look at the floor You could see some pretty little stones //How neatly each stone slice lay like fish scales// in a bay How could you ever look away? The stones are every where you look // Spread like seed scattered by a careless hand // Like a beach with sand

** A Strange Man ** By Tali G.

A man came to me His eyes were brown // His oiled beard jutted from his chin like a spear point //

I was scared //I stood like bones inside two princesses I had never been // //I tried to be brave // //I asked this strange man what he was doing at my meadow // //All he said was: “ ////We take and we are taken over” //

//I was confused // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">Maybe he was talking about my father // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">A pirate and a man of war //

//<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt;">The meadow was silent // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">This man took me by the arm and dragged me // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">He dragged me to a place where I always said // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt;">How quickly the bodies begin to fall //

//<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">The strange man took me to war // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">This strange man never let me go back to the meadow // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">My memories were ////<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt;">vanishing like wicks of oil lamps // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">I want to go back // //<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">I can’t

<span style="color: black; display: block; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; text-align: left;">** Lightning **

by Charles S. // <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">When the lightning hit the ground I hit the ground running As fast as I could The lightning was //shining like silver// All over the town As the townspeople scattered The hill I was standing on was as big as a giraffe I feared what would happen if the gods got angrier All of a sudden the ground shook As I returned the stolen goods the ground stopped

Now the fear of the octopus was over

**// __Helen of Troy By Max.F__ //**

Helen of Troy is coy. //She is like clear glass// and speaks with sass. She appears fragile and you can see right through her. //She cares only for herself and not for others.// Like an ice princess, but not a nice princess. Helen of Troy is coy.

**My Teddy Bear** by Josh C. My Stuffed animal when I was six was a little bear, This bear had green fur and pure white eyes, Its was beautiful //like rose petals// and I loved it so much, But at night his eyes glowed fiercely and I was frightened Fear sucked on me //like an octopus,// I swear to this day I heard it growl and say my name I ripped the bear in two and burned it and never saw it again, My bear still haunts my dreams; but I like to believe there was some god in the bear I will never know who he was, just that he was a misunderstood little bear.

by Harrison B.
 * From Bad to Good**

//Curses poured out of me like lava from the spout of a god.// I was screaming and screaming I could not stop Those men had murdered my whole family This could not be true //The days leaped forward and winter was flung aside.// Now spring is near The snow is gone The green is coming back What a glorious thing

By David G.
 * The Height of the Day **

Ring ring goes the alarm, so much to do on a crazy farm I race down the stairs as steep as a goat path if I was late I would face my mother’s wrath Sky as blue as a bird’s egg as I pass by peasants beg I ask Pa to give a dime but he says we don’t have much time Under a tree with a trunk like a handle of an axe, I sit and read a book and relax I put down the book and look up in a trance, to see a blue bird sing and dance His feathers are soft and light, then he takes off in graceful flight If I see this bird once more, he will sing to me, I’m sure