smspoets

I flip over my pencil
There you are
Ready to work
to save the paper on which I was writing
You eliminate my mistakes -
Erase them away
Thanks to you they are no longer visible
And I do not have to start over
The Pink Pearl of my desk
You stand out
Apart from the rest
The most commonly used
You diminish faster than even the pencil
You can be any color
lime green,
blue,
neon yellow,
orange,
Even purple
And have a variety of scents
blueberry,
kiwi,
lemon,
Or lime
Or you can be squishy and moldable
But that doesn’t matter
For you are still my eraser

Ode to my snowboard
My 154
My shred stick, my good wood, the way I roll
You take the hits from the rails and jumps
And even the falls from the Mathes’ trunk
Oh snowboard the home of my feet
I spin you, yet you find your way around
When I fall, I know I can just look down
And you’ll still be there, strapped to my feet
You’re something that will always be there for me
Oh snowboard my escape from life
My freedom, attitude, and expression
My best friend
One who helps me run from ski patrol
And would never leave my feet
Oh snowboard, you are so very sweet
By EJ

I love to hunt.
It’s in my blood.
I hunt for food.
Not to kill.
Hunting has been carried down.
Generation to generation.
On my father’s side of the family.
I will teach my kids to hunt.
And they will teach their kids.

Tylar G

Have you felt love?
Have you been scorched by hate?
Have you shaken with fear
And then banished it away with bravery?
Your eyes are open, but are you really awake?
All it takes is a pinch to wake you from your sleep.

Does your eternal sleep
Shield you from love?
Or does the state of being awake
Invite the wicked touch of hate?
When it begins to crash through you there is nothing that can stop the flow of bravery.
Not even the daunting onset of fear.

It is an evil thing, this shallow fear.
It often has us lying motionless begging for sleep.
In the dark it is much harder to find bravery,
And in the whispery shadows you feel drawn towards love.
It is time to banish hate.
It is time to awaken.
It is not that hard to do, but it is hard to tell when you are awake,
Sometimes you get lost between asleep and awake only to find a realm of fear.
It is so easy to hate.
Just close our eyes and go to sleep.
But we can’t and won’t. We have to love.
Even if it’s not the easiest way. That is true bravery.

But what is bravery?
Is it the will to stay awake?
Or is it the will to trek the dangerous path towards love?
Is it the capability to turn away from fear?
Or is it fighting off a yawn and the gentle coaxing hand that urges you to be asleep?
Or is it the ability to understand but not partake in hate.

In past and current times we have called it hate.
But what did we call it before the past? Bravery?
And how long did it take for the world to fall asleep?
Or are we still pacing the room wide awake
With fear?
What will we call hate in the future? Or will we only have love?

Can you tell the difference between love and hate?
Will you make the choice between fear and bravery?
You may think you are awake
But you might just be asleep.

By Antoinette F.

What is up?
What is down?
What is a smile?
What is a frown?
Where did the person,
I once knew, go?
Is she there?
It feels like she has
Been gone forever.
But she hasn’t.
She is there.
Smiling, laughing, pretending.
I am who I am.
Are you?
Are you that girl,
Acting like you are someone
You’er not.
Acting like you are all hot.
Trying to be cool,
When you are really being a fool.
Being who you are,
Is the key.
You don’t have to impress,
Just do your best,
And be you.

By. Kaitlyn S.

The words just flow out of my pen, onto my paper.
It is all from the heart.
And the jumbled up words form a poem.

The poem,
is written on paper,
but it will stay in my heart

forever. Forever it will stay  stay in my heart.
All these powerful words make a poem.
The poem is written in my heart and on paper

A poem could be written on paper,
Or in your heart. But poetry
is poetry. And forever it will stay unique.

By. Kaitlyn S.

Field Hockey: a sestina

Flowing skorts,
The mud in my cleats.
Zipping past the wind.
Dribble, dribble, pass, team.
Acceleration and speed.
Never, ever, step over your boundaries.

Sprint ahead! Save the ball! Before it passes the boundaries.
Feel your skort
Stick to your legs, as you pick up speed.
Let your cleats
Dig into Earth, search for your team.
Smack the ball, let it flow, pass it, cutting the ball through the wind.

It’s the thrill of wind.
It’s knowing not to cross the boundaries.
It’s having your team.
It’s representing the skorts.
It’s wearing out your cleats.
It’s knowing your speed.

See the ball? Speed.
See the wind?
Cut through it. Jump into your cleats.
See the boundaries?
Save it. See the flowing skorts?
Love it.

Depend on your team
To pick up their speed
To wear those skorts
To feel the wind
To not cross boundaries
To wear out their cleats.

Most of all I miss the mud in my cleats.
The love of my team
Diving for the ball so it never crosses the boundaries
I miss the acceleration, the chase, the speed.
I miss the wind,
Flowing through my skort.

Learn to love skorts,
Mud in cleats,
The wind,
Your team,
The speed,
Even, the boundaries.

Hana U.

The stunts we do,
The flyers that flew.
The smiles we flash,
The winks that last.
Our legs in a split,
The moves that we hit.
Hurkies
Birdies.
Pikes.
Our foot work is just right.
Our basket is getting height.
We’re never too loud.
We always please the crowd.
Round-offs,
Back handsprings,
Back tucks.
We always bring good luck.
Cheerleading,
is my life,
my love,
and my passion.

By. Kaitlyn S.

Turkey Hunting

Going out to the woods
Sitting in the blind
Waiting for a big Tom
To scare away the Jakes
Calling in the turkeys
Ready to pull the trigger on the shotgun

Some people try to shoot a shotgun
Or getting up early to get to the woods
Some people can’t use a turkey call
While sitting in the blind
The Jakes come out but don’t shoot
Always wait it out for a big Tom

Look for the Tom with the biggest beard
Aim the shotgun towards the turkey
Leave the Jakes for next year
Don’t slip on the rocks in the dark
Stay quiet in the blind
Take out the turkey call and cluck away

Only cluck three, five, or seven times
Watch the Tom strut to your decoys
Stay still and stay quiet on the blind
Slowly put the shotgun out the window
Watch every corner of the woods
Watche the Tom scare away the Jakes

See the Jakes run to the decoys
Call to the Jakes and make them answer
Watch the turkeys come out of the woods
Watch the long beard on the Tom flop around
Hold the shotgun tight to your shoulder
Hide the blind in the brush

Make the blind nice and sturdy
Make the young Jakes think you’re a female turkey
Put the shotgun bead on the turkeys’ neck
Bring a few different calls to try out
Convince the wise Toms to come to you
Blend into the woods

Blend the blind into the woods
Quietly watch the Toms and Jakes
Always remember your turkey calls and shotgun

JP

Everyone needs a friend
Someone to help them up
Whenever they are down
And who never gives up

I am lucky, I know,
To have such great friends
And I know that most of them
Will be there to the end

And when one goes away
I know there will always be

And if ever I am sad
Mad or down
I know that they will be there
To lift me off the ground

And if ever they
need a helping hand
I will be there
And do what I can

Branden B.