Student Samples: Middle School
Mother’s Masterpiece
by Nicole, seventh grade poet
I sat in the center of the
shadowy room, staring out the
rain spattered window, staring
at the cloudy grey sky.
The thunder roared through
the house. The windows
reverberated, as the symbols
crashed to begin the music.
The rain plunged downward
from the shadowed sky, pounding
like drums on my roof.
The wind wailed through every
crack, like a sick puppy howling
for its mother.
The clap of a tree as it hits the
ground, almost ended this beautiful
masterpiece Mother decided to
play for us.
Still there in the middle of the
room, silently waiting for this beautiful
song to come to a close.
Predator
by Mchema, eighth grade poet
Tap, tap, tap,
Clear little pebbles knock on my window.
I open my window to greet them,
But they beat me to it.
The winds ruffle the leaves,
Whispering little secrets of life.
The grass cries to them,
Screaming, “Tell us too!”
Beautiful and restless,
Predator of the night.
Dark and mysterious,
Storm of the decades.
Crickets playing the violins,
Without a conductor or script.
Playing at will,
Creating a soothing melody.
Frogs ribbeting the drums,
Creating a beat with the violins.
Making the rhythm smooth and easy,
A baby’s lullaby.
Beautiful and restless,
Predator of the night.
Young and dangerous,
A child with a gun.
The clouds roll over,
Over the sky and mountains.
Rumbling like a bass,
That makes the band stick.
The wind howls,
Singing its spirit out.
Leader of the band,
Soul of the storm.
Beautiful and restless,
Predator of the night.
Deadly and fierce,
The night of your life.
Gone Wrong
by Christine, eighth grade poet
The thunder reverberated through the air
Pounding the water with it’s beats
The thrumming of a bass drum in a band
The angry clouds convened above
Darkening the world with its fury
Listening cracked across the forbidding skies
Striking the gray water
The sharp whack of snare drums
A storm at sea; a demonic marching band
The choppy surf beats upon the bland shore
Rain plummets down on the whirling water
The clapping of a plethora of spectators
The spray of sea brine clashes against
Against sinister, looming boulders
The bashing of Symbols
Wind roars over the water
Whipping it high into the air
A storm at sea; a demonic marching band
The foam of white horses race across the beaten sand
Roaring and screaming over the land
The terror-stricken cries of the crowd
Ringing, echoing off the water
A storm at sea; a demonic marching band
The world flashed white
A shot among the scattered crowd
The raging wind moaned and weakened
The air chilled and froze
The parade ended
A storm at sea; a demonic marching band.
