Stars
Dark. Then bright. What does it mean to be a star? No one knows. For the stars. Shining. Then disappearing. Where do they go? No one knows. For the stars. There is stardust. We are stardust. Galaxies away. They are stardust. But how? No one knows. For the stars. Illuminate. Our world.
by Viola Seda Poet-Teacher: Brian County: Marin
I Had a Dream I Got Everything I Wanted
I had a dream I got everything I wanted
I didn't know but it wasn't what I thought it was
I saw through my eyes, not through my heart
I wanted to let it go but it stuck hard
I had a dream I got everything I wanted
I thought it would be good but it was bad
I let it turn my head around to see through the mirage of fantasy and to reality
I had a dream I got everything I wanted
I knew now that it wasn't what I wanted
by Viola Seda
Poet-Teacher: Brian Kirven
County: Marin
Spring
Cold winter days gone Sun peaks out behind a cloud Now the spring is here
by Viola Seda
Poet-Teacher: Brian Kirven
County: Marin
Worried Blues
Wake up every morning wondering if everything will be okay.
If school will be canceled for another day.
Will they find a cure for Covid19 today?
by Aletse, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Ice Cream Blues
I love ice cream but I can't eat it everyday,
Said I love ice cream but I can eat it everyday,
Do you think I will eat a whole gallon today?
I do like veggies, but ice cream’s better in every way,
Said I do like veggies, but ice cream’s better in every way,
Don't you wish ice cream was as healthy as veggies today?
by Vivienne Glogoza, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Softball Blues
The wind I feel when I run to first,
I dive to second head first,
I sprint my way pass third and slide to fourth, feet first,
I run to the dugout, sad because I know this might be my first and final game.
After we celebrate my coach says, “This is our last game.”
“We hate the Coronavirus!”, my team claims.
by Khylie Inthiratvongsy, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
The TaeKwonDo Blues
Wish I could practice today.
But the coronavirus has been here since yesterday.
I was looking forward to TaeKwonDo in May.
But I have to stay away.
I hope they find a cure someday.
Maybe today will be the day.
by Emilio Leon, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Baseball Blues
I wish I could go play baseball
And hit it over the wall.
And run the bases and hope I don't fall.
Oh I remember how it was bright..
When the ball flew out of sight.
Because I hit it with all my might. by Tyler Champie, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Society Blues
I heard the news of the Coronavirus that lives it did take.
Now we’ve got 500,000 people who have been infected by the outbreak.
Everyday I hope I don’t start to ache.
But, everyday another person dies from it.
I hope we find a cure so we know who can transmit it.
So society can get back to functioning normally, and not just quit.
by Kyle Peterson, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Quarantined Blues
I don’t want to be in quarantine all day.
I don’t want to be quarantined all the way.
But I feel lazy every day.
And let me tell you it’s boring,
Everyone is snoring...
I feel like I am disappearing.
by Regina Tamayo, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Dear Baseball,
From the moment I held that squishy little Cubs ball I had a smile on my face. I remember when I played baseball in the hallway and I used the front door as second base. I remember when I was a Dover Park hitting a ball off a tee with my dad. I remember no matter how long we played I kept wanting to hit and pitch and catch. I remember always wanting to make a diving catch and hit the game winning homerun. I remember the 2016 World Series between the Cubs and Indians and Rajai Davis hit the two run homerun and my mom went into the bedroom and started crying. I remember the rain delay was so long I fell asleep before the Cubs won in 10 innings. I remember leaving school early to go to an A’s game. I know one thing for sure: You are my best friend.
Love, Mazi
by Mazi Armajani
County: Alameda
Haiku #1
Tree outside dining room window branches hold leaves words blow in the wind.
Haiku #2
Walking to corner store getting some hot fries so red, feeling happy.
by Mazi Armajani
County: Alameda
Love and Fear
What I love about night is that there are not a lot of cars. What I fear about cars is they can hit me. What I love about me is that I play basketball like a lion. What I fear about a lion is that it can break into my house. What I love about a house is that I have a warm place to sleep. What I fear about sleep is what I might dream. What I love about dream is I can go to a beach on a nice summer day. What I fear about the day is that Donald Trump is president now. What I love about now is writing this poem.
by Mazi Armajani
County: Alameda
Ode To My Bicycle
You hold me up when I fall. You live in the streets. You sleep in the garage. You love it when I am riding you. You can go as fast as fire. You will still be my friend when I get a new bike. You don’t mind when I go out in the rain. When I first met you I was 5.
by Mazi Armajani
County: Alameda
I Am The Green Clock
I am like a cheetah running in the grass. I am the cold wind blowing away the leaves. I am the smell of the ocean water crashing onto the beach. I am the green clock ticking away. I am the spicy hot sauce on macaroni and cheese. I am king of the mountain. I am protected by the moon.
by Mazi Armajani
County: Alameda
Virus Feelings Blues
Some people are feeling okay
I said, some people are feeling okay
Everybody wants the virus to stop today.
The world feels gray.
I said, the world feels gray.
I hope this virus will go away.
Neftali Hernandez, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Loon for Pandemic
Eat on couch
Eat outside a lot
Pandemic is hard
by Ava Simmons, 2nd grade
County: Sonoma
Earth Day Poem
A rainbow is like a blue, cold slide.
You give me air and my cat.
You look like an orange squash.
You grow with blueberries and raspberries.
You are fragrant with the hummingbirds and the bees
and all the flowers on you.
by Ava Simmons, 2nd grade
County: Sonoma
Sushi!
Sushi!
Brown like dirt.
Sushi!
I don't know what to say.
Sushi!
Reminds me of my first brain freeze.
by Leo Simmons, 1st grade
County: Sonoma
I am
I am sitting
by the very hot
fire
in my old house.
I hear people
groaning.
by Leo Simmons, 1st grade
County: Sonoma
What Is A Family
What is a family?
I wonder.
You see the "perfect families" on television,
the responsible mother
who is known to cook, clean, be a caregiver,
and fall to her husbands feet.
Really?
And the dad who is supposed to be so strong
and brave for his son who somehow looks exactly like
him and behaves the same way.
Wow, I'm just dying for more.
And don't get me started on the daughter, A.K.A me,
I mean, I'm not that clueless.
I am NOT boy crazy,
I am not preppy and disrespectful 24/7.
Not every family is like this, we should all know that by now...
even if you don't have a
complete family
you should know that deep in your heart.
In our family, we have each others backs.
We are special like a bunch of dancing dandelions.
And dandelions stick together
in patches.
I don't have every luxury I desire. but I have love.
My mom, my dad and my bonus mom have different ways,
but one thing in common, they all love me
and they want me to succeed in all my talents.
In a way, we are all family, a family of earth beings.
We should appreciative each other and the people who love us,
make us cry,
make us laugh,
make us strong.
And so much, much, much, more.
So, "What is a family?"
Well, it is a large diverse unit of people who will
never
ever
ever
give up on you.
Even if they cant show it,
the way you want them to,
Dandelions patches always stick together.
By: Jayda Joy McAdams, 7th Grade
Minneapolis, Minnesota
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