7th
Annual Poetry By Me Contest
First Place - 6th-8th Grade Category
The Pickle's Last Words
Do you know what it's like being packed in a jar
of brine
Not knowing if you'll be next in line?
Great anticipation in my heart,
Not knowing when I will be ripped apart.
Oh, I wish I had a disguise to look like spinach,
broccoli, or those other guys.
The jar is being shaken and shaken
While I am hoping I am not the next to be taken.
Pop goes the lid, in comes the touch of death.
I hope this isn't my last breath!
Phew! The touch of death passed over me.
Oh, won't they just let me be in my salty sea.
Oh, wait, he's coming back.
I hope it's not me he wants for a snack.
He already ate my brother, please, oh, please, choose
another!
Oh, no! In I go!
Out of the batch and down the hatch!
Roseanna Gatton Mansfield Christian School 8th Grade
Second Place - 6th-8th Grade
Category
Ode to Imagination
To enter a world that is unseen,
Defying the explanation of everything.
From the deepest reaches of our minds,
A dream is born and takes flight.
To make a thought more than something to hold,
A legend eternally retold.
What holds love and wishes.
Imagination is,
Completing every feeling and thought,
Weaving them together; Imagination is wrought.
To enter a world that I create,
Freeing me from anger and hate.
To free me from what I see,
Imagination…is what it means to be free.
Tom Berick St. Peter's Elementary School 8th Grade
Third Place - 6th-8th Grade
Category
Dream
A dream is sweet and kind
An image from your mind
Something to hold onto
Or something left behind
Remember the dream
It is something you ought to do
'Cause in the end
You never know
It really might come true
Lisa Black Plymouth-Shiloh Middle School 8th Grade |
