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HomeMy WebLinkAboutPIPYouth2014The Apple Ferguson Ward Age: 9, Longfellow Elementary, Grade: 4 I bit and bit With all my might, But only left a tiny bite. A Walk Zayetzy Luna Age: 14, West High School, Grade: 9 Summer is in the air; me with my flowy hair As I walk along the sea; with you right next to me The bright sun starts to set; waves with constant unrest We soon stop to stare; something is in the air A Peacock! Lillian Moninger Age: 7, Shimek Elementary, Grade: 1 A peacock sounds quiet I wish I could stand by it It feels soft and furry I don't know if it worries ON MOVING Ruby Gerard Age: 10, Penn Elementary, Grade: 5 I’ll miss my friends Won’t see Grandma and Grandpa as much Will the pets be okay in the moving truck? Will my fish survive? Will I have any friends when it’s my birthday? Hard to believe it’s happening My parents are making me go But I kind of want to so I can feed foxes from my hand A Different Survival Luke Gallagher Age: 16, Regina High School , Grade: 11 In class, that clock ticks and Nothing in my brain clicks. The teacher speaks, I don’t comprehend When she calls on me, I just pretend. I act like I was paying attention. If I don’t, I will receive detention. Love Claire Kleinmeyer Age: 16, Regina High School , Grade: 11 Look up at the stars They are afar But many say I love you to the moon And back But the love here Does not lack Frozen Fairy Wings Sena Graham Age: 12, Clear Creek Amana, Grade: 7 Tiny, Frozen, Fairy Wings. Fluttering, a bare whisper in my ear. All alone, nowhere to go. Nowhere except up, to meet the stars. Up in the indigo smeared canvas sky. Where the limits are unbearably impossible. Where my Frozen Fairy Wings carry me. Ode to My Baseball Glove Brett Graff Age: 12, Clear Creek Amana, Grade: 7 You’ve been with me since I was four. That way you fit my hand, we’re meant to be. You’ve never failed me. You will never fail me. You will always be the baseball glove that I will never forget. A Different Kind of Beautiful Audra Age: 13, Clear Creek Amana, Grade: 7 The missing handle of the laundry basket The squeaky middle drawer in the kitchen The famous, “Panda Corner,” spilling with pandas The porkchop my little sister hid in the closet The laundry hole that leads to another dimension The line of rocks on the railing of the porch The little things in life, that are a different kind of beautiful Ode to the Smelly Sock Dalton Lewis Age: 12, Clear Creek Amana, Grade: 7 Oh yes, so, so fragrant. You smell like the roses that have died, but you are fantastic. You are what keeps the world spinning. You are the thing that makes my duffle bag smell great if you are a fly. You are the thing I think about in my sleep. I wonder where you are, but you hide because if I wash you then the world will break in half. Knock, Knock Rudy Moncallo Age: 18, City High School , Grade: 12 As I shut one door to open up another to be blinded by the same thing I am seeing, knock knock. To see someone die my age but I’m still breathing, knock knock. I’m brown, he’s black, and he’s white but we’re all named Mark, if you cut us open we all have hearts. So what’s the difference, knock knock. Saggy pants, black hoodie with some candy, am I suspicious, knock knock. Can this world be any weirder that the land of the free became the land of the lost filled with colors to be a blank America, KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK. Who’s there? WE ARE. May’s Café Kemonte Brown Age: 17, City High School, Grade: 12 Coffee stains to coffee scent, linger on my clothes. Comparing bitter sweet espresso blends to fruits, conversations with customers about being a barista. John Mayer playing in the background, college students flock like birds. Tribal designs on her shirt, splashes of paint on his paints. We serve Ice Cream and Pastries. Talk about unique. Coffee is Love. Whineter Elijah Jones Age: 18, City High School, Grade: 12 When the world gets cold and the flavor gets old you can feel your reality freeze. But within your mind (happens all the time) You should enjoy the setting with ease ‘Cause your life is not like Scorsese Scars Debany Jarrin Age: 17, City High School, Grade: 12 Wounded hearts inside burning chests that are thirsty of love but afraid to forgive, to shatter completely our emotions’ nests, to rebuild our broken dreams and believe. Though we know memories are scars we decide to feel and learn to heal because hurting memories imprison our hearts. When the Night is Wongyun Park Age: 18, Regina High School, Grade: 11 When the night is lightless Memory of the days That are now meaningless Rise from my heart, and gather to the eyes When the night is soundless You rise from my memory, that is now meaningless, When the night is sleepless Normal Evie Rozendaal Age: 16, Regina High School, Grade: 11 The nature of being normal is nothing to commend. What kind of normal person breaks records? What kind of normal person makes history? Why would anyone choose to be normal? But consider our world, and the judgments we live by… Why would anyone choose to be different? What is Yellow? Alexa Age: 9, Regina Elementary, Grade: 4 YELLOW IS THE SUN IN SUMMER YELLOW IS FLAMES IN A CRACKLING FIRE YELLOW IS THE STARS ON A CLEAR NIGHT YELLOW FEELS LIKE A BEAHC’S SAND AND YELLOW SMELLS LIKE FRESH HONEY IT CAN TAKE YOU ON A RIDE INTO THE SUNSET What is Green? Aden Hageman Age: 9, Regina Elementary, Grade: 4 Life filling the lands Pan flutes, peaceful noises Hard crunchy pickles Ooey, gooey slime Seaweed growing from the bottom of the sea It sprouts the world Jack Madeline Santos Age: 10, Regina Elementary, Grade: 4 There once was a horse named Jack, He was quiet and very laid back. Except for one day, He ran far away, ‘Cause he wanted to gallop the track. If I Were A Superhero Garion Opiola Age: 13, North Central Jr. High, Grade: 7 If I were a Superhero, what kind would I be? Would I be Marvel or would I be DC? I could fly fast at supersonic speed Or I could use my super strength to help those in need. I could travel to space in my iron suit. Or use a mighty shield to give bad guys the boot. I could shapeshift or wear a masked hood but mostly, do all that is good. Fire Hans von Rabenau Age: 14, North Central Jr. High, Grade: 8 Gives life and takes it away in an instant Catches everything trying to love it But only destroys all it touches Warms us in the coldest hours And dances in the ashes of chaos Moves as if telling a story Is it good or evil? The hunger is real Jayla N. Williams Age: 12, North Central Jr. High, Grade: 7 Some people say life is what you make it I say life is trying not to fake it Millions of people are living on the street No place to eat no place to sleep Not by choice by force Robbing Peter to pay Paul They thought they had it all Whispers to the Wind Samantha Deatsch Age: 14, North Central Jr. High, Grade: 8 He was gone too soon, ripped away too fast The things I never got to say, never got to do Are now stuck in my mind as just a mere thought I don’t know if he can hear me or not Still every night on the verge of sleep Hoping the wind will find my words to carry to him I whisper, “I love you grandpa” Needs Lauren Schuchard Age: 13, North Central Jr. High, Grade: 8 Kids grow up without parents, People grow up without homes, Children grow up without television, Teens grow up without phones. Some live on the streets in the rough side of town, Some are raised tough not to show a frown. What we think we need we don’t, what we really need is a reality check. Rambo Dog Gabe Bergeon Age: 12, South East Jr. High, Grade: 7 The pitter patter on the kitchen floor The constant stare while I’m eating Being pinned to the couch when you’re tired Your company while dinner is heating You’re perfect ball of fur and slobber And as my lap warmer you are hired. King of Oblivion Isabel Rushton Age: 14, South East Jr. High, Grade: 8 That mountain which spirals into endless nights I wanted to stand upon, to rule the world. So now, that mountain is a stone throne And I am the king who sits upon it. But when I look down for my subjects, I cannot see. This mountain also spirals above blinding clouds And when I look up, I’m lost in an endless night. Migrating Tula Bloom Brickel Age: 9, Longfellow Elementary, Grade: 4 Soaring far past the clouds past the trees and mountaintops. Flying far never stop until we reach our migrating spot. Past the wind, past the rain, past the hail and snow. Here we go, here we go, and back again we go. Snowy Owl Ava Smithey Age: 8, Weber Elementary, Grade: 3 White, spotted Soaring, flying, darting Florida, California, Texas, Iowa Fluttering, flapping, wandering Wide eyed, pretty Snowy owl Arctic Fox Zoe Scott Age: 9, Weber Elementary Grade: 3 Lovely, fierce Hunting, running, devouring Arctic, lemming, snow, survive Sneaking, spying, sleeping Small, proud Arctic Fox Gray Wolf Arun Dixit Age: 8, Weber Elementary, Grade: 3 Thoughtful, colossal, Scurrying, dashing, watching, Predator, carnivore, fur, pointy ears, Hearing, catching, chasing, Blissful, benevolent, Gray Wolf Winter Cooper Age: 5, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: K I smell salty snow. I taste snowflakes on my tongue. I touch the soft snow. I see shoveling snow. I hear crunching snow under my feet. I Am Margaret Moon Age: 7, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: 2 I am funny and nice I understand that I can’t get my way I say the world is great I dream of a monster I try to do a handstand I hope there will be no war I am funny and nice I love me Romy Age: 6.5, Willowwind Elem, Grade: 1 Romy Fun and kind Helping, loving, caring A Kind girl helper Bologna Untitled Kieran Moore Age: 10, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: 4 You know that place on the side of the road? Some call it a sidewalk? We call it a simple road with no dotted line where nothing grows. So you think it’s small? Not us. We think it’s huge, but that’s because we are smaller than your nose, smaller than a leaf, and about the size of your teeth. That’s because we are BUGS! Poe-Tree Melissa Uc Age: 8, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: 3 “Poe-tree” is a seed growing in your brain And when it grows there is no telling how big it can be. It may be trash or world famous, But when it grows you can feel it. So do not let that big idea go or you will be sorry. Beware of the dangers of losing the “poe-tree” growing in your brain. Get it down on paper right away. Night Mare Mira Kumar Age: 11, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: 6 Rearing, bucking, tossing like a turbulent sea--the Night Mare! Long its search, finds an innocent creature dreaming peaceful in the nightly gloom Eyes closed, smile painted on its face in the ghostly shade of moon, the divine painter looks up, dips and swerves around the Night Mare, painting it in the day It shines, the Sun Steed now, shies and falls to the east Titian mane, streak of yellow rising from the horizon Fears the night, revels in the light. Lonely Log Krisha Kapoor Age: 8, Weber Elementary, Grade: 3 I saw a lonely log near a lonely street, I felt lonely myself with my mom in the front seat, Poor log I thought without a family, Poor poor log on the lonely street. The Gymnasts Andrea Belding Age: 10, Van Allen Elementary, Grade: 4 On the bar they do their tricks Round and Round, Flippity-flip First they mount and then they twist Round and Round, Flippity-flip Then they jump and tuck and spin Round and Round, flippity- LAND! Purple Caroline Vander Weg Age: 5, Kate Wickham Elementary, Grade: K Purple flowers and purple stripes, Purple zebras and purple knives. I can name more rhymes, can you? So flake a snake, Or make a shake! I Really Want a Pet Molly Riepe Age: 8, Horace Mann Elementary, Grade: 3 I really want a pet, but I haven't got one yet. My dad says only a fish, but that isn't what I wish. I really want a cat, but he says no to all of that. I might get a cat when I'm in college. But I think I'll need some more cat knowledge. Shutter Aperture Madi Genz Age: 17, City High School, Grade: 12 Forgetting someone's face is a spooky thing. First their haircut is fizzled, the style not quite right and the color not as vibrant. Then the freckles, wrinkles, the mole on their jaw, the perfect imperfections Smear as their nose molds into their cheekbones. The smile shines less, the eyes aren't as bright. The lenses of your memory can't seem to focus. Until you're sitting there, brows furrowed, eyes squinting into the past, Wishing you had taken a picture. Potato Jacob Aji Age: 8, Hoover Elementary, Grade: 2 If I were a potato I would bury myself six inches and grow underground. When I grew older, I would get moldy, and as I grew moldy, the ground would get older and colder and older and colder until new potatoes show. Live Tempest Wisdom Age: 17, City High School, Grade: 12 LIVE! TONIGHT the fluttering sheets proclaim, weathered by months of rain A telephone pole, glittering with staples, keeps time better than any calendar could. My Sushi Addiction Claudia Chia Age: 12, Horn Elementary, Grade: 6 I eat sushi. Just thinking about sushi makes me woozy. If I don’t get sushi I get moody. If I get sushi I get groovy. Too much sushi makes me looney. I love sushi……..absolutely. Fire Girl McKinley Quinn BarbouRoske Age: 16, City High School, Grade: 10 The girl of fire in a world of grey She stands alone, alone and proud A warming spark seen through the ashen haze She sings her song to the monochrome crowd A boy looks up with golden eyes now alight Cats Ella Gilbert Age: 8, Lincoln Elementary, Grade: 2 White cats, bite cats, look like snow fright cats Purr cats, fur cats, cold winter burr cats Hairy cats, wary cats, look out for scary cats Small cats, tall cats, chasing ball cats Shy cats, sly cats, Snowy my cat A condensed pantoum for the lost Ella Ostedgaard Age: 16, City High School, Grade: 10 waiting in line / no one knows for what. but still we stay / endless, infinite, forever. no one knows for what / we are waiting on. endless, infinite, forever. no one seems to mind. we are waiting on / a dream, a song, a love. no one seems to mind / waiting in line. Man’s Pride Ted Park Age: 18, Regina High School, Grade: 11 In his empty heart, these is a little glass There are many scars on the glass from other’s insults and ignorance Spears and Hammer, hitting it, and trying to break it It might break but it doesn’t A man, keeping his glass in his heart, takes it as responsibility and it becomes heavier It seems to never break, however When he meets her whom he loves, the glass slowly changes into ashes Dragonia Kellen Warren Age: 10, Regina Elementary, Grade: 4 Extirpating foes Pernicious creature Magical colors Persephone Calliope Age: 6, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: K My sister, Persephone Playing Outside When dinner is getting fixed It is going to be a long time until dinner is ready. Spain Ginger McCartney Age: 8, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: 2 The first day you arrive, you go to the beach Then, its time for lunch. You go to an Italian restaurant. You either get noodles or pizza. Then you go back to the beach. Later, its time to go. Butterfly Kirin Yamada Age: 7, Willowwind Elementary, Grade: 1 I saw a butterfly. I sat down to look for another butterfly. There was no more, so I ate the first butterfly! Winter Theo Prineas Age: 14, North West Jr. High, Grade: 8 It is cold enough to freeze even the warmest of hearts, And the wind bites more heartlessly than the cold, Blowing up a cloud of snow, writhing like a nest of serpents. But an owl still calls to another, And the other calls back, an echo. A long forgotten song. Or perhaps a song that is all around us.