Mrs. A’s Poet Society 4

All NBA fans know about LeBron James
He’s one player that’s made a huge impact on all the basketball players and fans in and out of the NBA
With his dunks, buzzer beater 3 pointers, steals, rebounds, alley-oops, and behind the back assists
He creates magic, just like a king

He’ll start and finish the game 110% and make the fans ask for more
He’ll take a charge on Shaq, make a steal, he’s the key to the Cavaliers
He’ll make me spill my soda while jumping in excitement when he hits that half court game winning 3-Pointer buzzer beater to save the game for the Cav’s
Its funny he’s only been in the NBA for five or so years.

He’s the type of guy that does his best on and off the court
he’s like a regular person just like us
has a family: 2 kids and a wife
wakes up in the morning makes breakfast, takes a shower, gets ready for the big game
He helps his community in his hometown of Akron and in Cleveland, Ohio just as well
He is involved in special progams such as NBA Cares that helps kids just like us understand life and sports in fun ways
Hes no different than a kid like us.

He is one of my heroes and a guy I love to watch do his magic on the court
He is the difference maker in the NBA

which is my goal to be on my travel team and play on across the state
Without him the NBA would be a totally different ballgame for Cleveland and the league itself
No heroic finishes, no huge buzzer beater game deciders, no magic,
Now you understand why LeBron James is the King

A poem by Austin R.

Life is like a story that never seems to end,
Life is like a roller coaster that twists and turns,
Life is a place where mixed feelings collide,
Life is like a shell that never seems to crack,
Life is like a story…but it isn’t,
I guess this is life.
By:Maria S.

A little fuzzy caterpillar
on top of my lip
Tape or no Tape
Sharpie or no Sharpie
A mustache is a mustache
No matter what they say

By Stefanie C.

you cry….

10 years later,
you’re eleven,
rembereing those days,
at the zoo,
you flipped over,
you are hurt,
you bleed ounces of blood,
too late.
Can’t change it now,
but that was back when you were young,
You look at those long lines of stiches on your forehead and right thumb (where one joint can’t bend),
and it tells the story itself,
afraid to look in the mirror again,
face it,
it’s still there.
Imprint of those old Stiches.

Stephanie P.

Cry.
Sniffle.
We are here
Cry and we’ll make
you laugh. You can’t
help it at all. I see
you and a smile
cracks!

Stephanie P.

I don’t know what to write,
There are so many choices,
I can’t decide,
Writing isn’t simple,
I don’t know what to write.
By:Maria S.

True friends know your thoughts
your emotions
your secrets
They back you up when you need support
They call you just to see how you’re doing
And when you’re feeling down
they know exactly how to comfort you
True friends understand things that even you can’t grasp
they can see from your point of view almost better than you can
They stand by your side
challenging the wind
fighting against the storm
The waves crashing down overhead shouldn’t bother you, shouldn’t mean anything
with the knowledge that they’ll always help and guide you to safety
True friends are ones you put your trust and faith in,
sealing it forever, dividing it between each other

But why did you just let go of my hand?

-Melinda W.

Iwalk swiftly but slowly to the back room
I close my eyes wondering if he is in pain

My hands slowly part from my face
and I see eyes closed

I immediatley think of the worst
and then they told me

the worst had come in to play and my dog
that I have known since I was born… was gone,

I leaned against the door

And  as we drove home
a tear rolled dowm my cheek

But it is time to move on
I have two dogs to love at home

and when it is their time to leave we will mourn but move on
Yes

It is time to move on.

-Jillian G.

Some poems are sweet,
Poems express all feelings,
Some poems are sad.
By:Maria S.

Someone, something, passes, flies…..
You mourn,
You cry. Wishing the past can last.
You get over it,
at least, that’s what outsiders see,
but what’s in the soul is hurt,
but what’s in the heart is marked forever.

by: Stephanie P.