Poem Sparks

At dusk,
sneakers are untied,
pillows are fluffed,
fireflies are dancing,
eyes are shut
while the sun sets
so slowly,
like a father telling his daughter
a bedtime story,
stalling,
because he never wants the day
to end.

               by Savanna

This is a “Found Poem” from Hoot by Carl Hiaasen

Night tiptoes toward us.
All lights, gone.
Owls hunt
and boats glow
as peace sneaks away into the
dark.
Unusual cries cause unusual
racket,
but it’s soon muted,
almost as though it’s being muffled
by the hands of
darkness.

               by Savanna

I’m so alone sitting in this corner.
I used to be his heartwarmer.
GBA’s the name.
So do you want to play a game?
No?
Well, then I guess this conversation is over.

               by Patrick

3-2 count
Is what I see
Bases loaded, too
One strike from the win
One ball away from the loss
I get into my windup
Step on the mound
Here’s the pitch
Payoff pitch
Ball looking high
Oh, no, ball’s curving away
Oh, no, ball’s curving for the loss
Wait!
The umpire’s call
Strike three.

               by Brian

That day
when we walked in the sand
was the day we walked
holding hands.
We talked all day.
We talked all night.
You and I were such
a beautiful sight.
And I, too, was sorry
that it had to end,
that day we walked
in the sand
holding hands.

               by Kylie

Rain pours,
Birds chirp,
Flowers bloom,
It’s Spring, but it feels
Like Winter today,
Cold,
Wind,
A mess,
I guess Winter
Won’t get blown    a   w   a   y
Today.

               by Brian and LoganKid2k7

Bronze, silver and gold,
The colors of my rainbow
and my prized trumpet.

             by Patrick

Let it waltz over your page in grace.
Let it become magic.
Let it make your day.
Let it make your dreams come alive,
Let it take you places.
Let it kiss the page.
Let it possess you.

               By Savanna 

Flight deck clear
Wings out
Runway clear
Propellers on
Taxiing down
Flapping
Liftoff
Whoosh
Gaining altitude
Over ocean, pull up
No fog, good,
Landing gear in
More altitude
Join with flock
Dive down
Grab fish
Fly away
Land
Eat
Success!

              by Sam R.

The ball is smashed to deep left,
I charge toward second base.
Our outfielders chase after the ball.
The runner rounds first,
He’s heading toward second.
My blood is rushing, waiting for the throw.
It comes in hard,
Jams in my glove.
I swipe fo the tag and the runner is
Out!
I jump and cheer!
The crowd screams!
My teammates are going crazy!
We win the game
Thanks to my tag.

               by David L.