Spring Poems

Janie, 7th grade

 

It’s a Beautiful Day

 

 

It’s a beautiful day,

Come fly away

With me.

Spread

Your wings,

Soar

In the sky.

No troubles,

Just the wind

On your face,

The clouds

All around you.

Leave your burdens

On the ground.

Shed them one

By one.

It’s a beautiful day,

Come run

With me.

Through

Fields of

Joy

And hope,

Leave

All your sorrow

And despair

Behind you.

Flowers

Have nothing

To fear

Here,

You have no sorrow

To dwell on here.

It’s a beautiful day,

Come enjoy the world

With me.

 

 

Cierra

 

Sometimes just plain weird,

She marches through our lives

Watching for shortcuts

Throughout the day

 

Rules? What rules? Oh those, of course

Oh yes, about that homework.

A sly look to the students,

Pencils and paper are handed to her.

 

Bu though she may be crazy,

And sometimes go berserk,

She still deserves a birthday wish,

So happy birthday to her!

 

 

Music

 

Sweat runs down your neck

As bright light blinds you

Prepare yourself

Batter up!

Bow as bat,

Hit those notes

Intricate melodies

And harmonies

Violins screech in beauty

Basses pluck out

Cellos sing

Violas set the mood

Sad to happy

In an instant

A crackle of pages

To the outfield!

Flutes take the lead

Clarinets gain a base

Trumpets announce the trombone

Sliding into home plate

 

 

No one

 

Naughty or Nice?

Good or Bad?

Evil or Heroic?

There’s some of her

In all of us

And that is good and bad,

But you might just as well

Name this poem

Everyone

 

 

 

Christmas

 

You better not grin

You better not smile

You better not be good

All of the time

Santa Claus will give it

All to me then.

 

 

You bundle of hay!

 

I hear it time and time again,

Though I know it isn’t true,

Parents say it all the time,

But only when they’re mad or blue.

 

Usually they’re provoked,

By their children, mostly.

And if it was fact I’d follow

Their advice very closely.

 

But the fact is it has never been proved

Since no proof has ever been fact,

And withought any proof to prove with,

The statement has never been backed.

 

Until one day in a faraway place,

A faraway place a llama one day

Did prove this glorious fact,

Some day maybe in may,

 

When his master noticed him staring,

With a glassy look in his eye,

Straight at him, straight in his eye,

With his face gone awry,

 

He said, simply and clearly,

I told you, llama, you bundle of hay

That if you kept making that face

Your face would stick that way!

 

 

PB & J

 

My friend and I

Are like peanut butter and jelly

Perfectly fitted

For each other

BFF’s,

PB and J.

 

 

Colors of Nature

 

Green, blue, red:

The colors of nature

Green for the plants

And trees all around

 

Green, blue, red:

The colors of nature

Blue for the water

Cool and refreshing

 

Green, blue, red:

The colors of nature

Red for the evil

Volcanoes, blood

 

Two are good, one is bad

But somehow they balance out evenly

For though three rights may make a left,

One good for one may be a bad for another.

 

 

Tears

 

Tears

Streaming down

Coating your face

Are you sad or happy?

 

Your sister hugs

Your brother pats

But try as they might

They cannot stop the flow

 

Then mother

Steps out from the house

Seeing you cry

Explodes into tears

 

Wraps you

In her warm embrace

And whispers

“It’s okay”

 

You sincerely

Want to think so

But how can you

Be happy?

 

Seeing

Your new bike

Sitting crushed

On the driveway

 

Why should you

Be happy

As you climb

Into the car?

 

Why should you

Be happy

As you drive up

To the store?

 

But sadness

Begins to fade

As you stroll

In the aisles

 

Watching mountains

And mountains

Of bikes

Go by

 

And then

You see it

The one

You must have

 

No training wheels,

No bike basket,

As grown up

As you are

 

You wipe the remnants

Of saltwater from you face

And walk up to it

And stroke the metal

 

Every child’s dream;

Some happy

To choke

The everlasting sad

 

 

Running in Place

 

Sometimes I feel

Like I’m going nowhere

Twisting and turning

Making my way

All the way back

To start, not finish

Going nowhere,

Running in place

 

 

Blue Moon

 

When you’ve just lost

A very dear friend

The song blue moon

Takes on a whole other meaning

No matter how far

Apart you seem now

You look at the moon

And feel close again

But at school the next day

Your friendship is in tatters

And again you are reminded

Of what could have been,

Of what should have been,

All by a very blue moon.

 

 

io

 

Oh how I would loveio

To be a birdio

Flying high and fario

Forever in the skyio

Oh won’t you comeio

Be a bird with meio?