Student Samples: High School
Unity
by Brittany, eleventh grade poet
So Much Depends Upon
The small gold speck
Ripped from the ground
Beside the broken stone
Where it all lays and everyone
wants it, arguing over material
possessions, the golden key, which
is only hers, in the ground where
no one treads, only one of us
knows what it is for, and they aren’t
talking until I stopped the arguing. I
got the key where it had been
missing and the answer was unity.
I read the will about all her
possessions found in her gray box.
Cityscape
by Mike, twelfth grade poet
So much depends
upon
A sleep swept
cityscape
Polluted with midnight
air
Entrancing its inspired
seed
Supporting one’s whole
future
With bright breathing
lights
Spurting springs of
insight
Take it all
in
Just breathe, just
breathe.
Second Seat
by Erica, twelfth grade poet
So much depends upon
The second seat back
Talking in English class
The teacher’s seating chart
This is where it started.
This is where the rollercoaster began,
The friendship and the trust,
The tears and the betrayal,
The laughs and the lies,
The good memories and the bad,
The desperation and the annoyance.
The cruel realization you actually did
that to me. It all started in that
second seat.
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