by Lauren, fifth grade poet
Chocolate is delectible
When you suck on it
It makes you wish you had more
chocolate in your mouth
is like heaven on your tongue
To eat it anyway you want
Everybody should know
Chocolate is delectible.
by Caitlin, fifth grade poet
Chili is delicious
When it has beans
It makes it tastier
Melted cheese is delightful
Especially when it's hot
Peppers make it better
Mixed with all the ingredients
Chili is delicious.
Student Samples: Middle School
by Melanie, seventh grade poet
Pencils are special,
The expression of the soul,
The reason I'm even writing this poem.
It's magical when its tip touches paper,
One of the most unappreciated things in the world,
Our closest thing to real magic.
Every great thing starts with a pencil.
Pencils are special.
by Tristen, seventh grade poet
The leaves turn all different colours.
They fall from the trees,
Dancing as they make their slow descent.
The birds get ready to fly south,
The bears go into their caves,
The days get shorter, and that's what happens
by Locksley, seventh grade poet
As snow falls gently,
The clouds are fluffy and they fill the sky.
Not a pinch of blue can be seen.
Each flake has its own design,
They are all part of a magical quilt that
Covers the soft brown earth.
Children play roughly in the new fallen snow,
A couple more memories to stuff in their heads.
When they become tired, they leave the cold
Anow and head inside.
The fluffy quilt is left alone
As snow falls gently.
Alison, seventh grade poet
Under my bed
It's like a whole other world.
I lose stuff and then can't find it,
And find stuff that I forgot I ever had.
There are clothes, cards, markers, paper and
Anything else that I don't have room for.
Dust bunnies roll around, having a party each night.
Some of my sister's belongings are hidden under
Clothes so she can't find them.
Old school books and binders are shoved all in one corner.
All of this takes place
Under my bed.