Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don’t like poems
But I’m writing one for you
–Jaycie Schick
That one very terrible hurt-sour candy feeling when you have too much
With tongue so parched it sticks
To the roof of my mouth like burst of powder.
Nothing there to swallow but air.
Then the lovely tinkling of ice or a really cold slurpie
Falling into a glass,
And the steady slurping sound
Of a stream of soda pouring.
The soothing feel of really cold
Ice against my lips.
The cold gentle wetness
Bathing lips like a baby, tongue, and throat.
–Landon Snyder
BASKETBALL
The ball hit my fingers,
once my teammate passed it to me,
the shot clock was winding down,
my coach was yelling,
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I shot it,
swish,
we won the game,
once my coach finally believed in me.
–Nick Sparks
BASEBALL GAME
The croud is screaming from the stands
the air is crisp, the sun is blazing
the excitement is rising
you can easily hear the bat as it hits the ball
the snap of the baseball is easy to make out
this is a place like none other,
a baseball game
–Jake Stapley
STRAWBERRIES
Taste buds preparing for sweet or tart attack,
Mouth is watering awaiting a mingle of chocolate or brown sugar in combination
Fingers grasping the green cap to release the goodness below
Dripping red juice, smooth interrupted with seeds, bumpy and Glistening
Smell of fresh and earthy, smell of fresh dirt, as if just pulled off the bush
Lips smacking and tongue licking nature’s goodness in red packaging
–Rachel Thacker
Flashing lights from Jumbo-tron,
Colors speeding down the court!
My pulse pounds as if i’m playing too.
Popcorn smells, hot dogs too,
Stomach growling, but interrupted when points are scored.
Cheering, chanting, scoreboard buzz go silent
When hoping for a last point swish,
My dream — NBA!
–Junior Tippy
These are my hands
My hands will do
A thousand loving things for you
And you will remember
when When I am big…
That once my hands
were just this small
–Maddyson Toro
Cleansing the Earth,
the thunderstorm causes chaos
Booming down,
like a rock smashing into a window
The thunder screams out,
a bloody war cry
Slipping away,
the tears of the heavens roll down the window in despair
–Sila Tuakoi
Smelling the great smell of flowers,
The smell of roses seeping through your nostrils
that give you that happy, sensational feeling.
Lavender, Gardenia, Jasmine,
Oh, how many numerous and wonderful flowers
There are in the world.
–Aj Tukuafu
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