Poetry+Graffiti+Wall

by: Chimobi Nwankwo
 * __July 4th__**

I turned my head and the sky lit up, the sky was painted with fiery colors that elicited oooohs and aaahs from the crowd. Their eyes glued to the fluorescent sky, a collaboration of colors continued to explode in the air which engrossed the crowd. As the sky began to lose color and fade to black, the crowd was filled with sorrow. This great holiday had come to an end. =Never Ending Poem=

-Noah Jallos-Prufer
We have been here a while. Ages, in fact All along, I have waited, in and out of focus; A shadow, a seat, a door, a heart. Never lasting, but turning out alright. Teaching how to be stronger, smarter, better; Independent! And now, all this time, all these stories, all these tears, We come together. I the prophet of my own story, have unwillingly shaped yours. And because of this, They have the same end. Me, and you; and this never ending poem.

I like the line: "I the prophet of my own story, have unwillingly shaped yours. It makes you think about your actions, and how they affect others lives everyday. A tell of a good poem is how it makes you think about your choices, and this one has definitely done that to me. P.S. Prophet is a good poem word:)-Peter

Evil Pony By: Lily Pierce

 Up Down  Trotting around the arena  Bored.  Once past the gate. Twice past the gate. Third time?

Scoot to the left Rear Buck Spin  //__"SLAM"__// Rider on the ground.  **Mission Accomplished** 
 * HECK NO .**

 
 * __Summertime__**

Summer, it comes every once a year.Driving in a car with your older sister, singing along to Kenny Chesney.All the windows are down, driving fast, our hair flying everywhere.With the Chanels and Wayfarers on.As we drive into the driveway of the beach, we say to each other, "He was cute!"We get out of the car, get our towels, and beach bags...we know that it's finally Summer.When our feet hit the sand, it feels hot and soft. We put our chairs down, put our towels down on the chairs; sit and soak up the sun.It's getting hot now, and we dive into the waves of the green-blue ocean.We walk out of the ocean and slick our hair back.We say to each other, "Let's call it a day."So we leave the beach, get back in the Honda Pilot.As we leave the beach, and it's time to leave the Island, we will always know that the Chanels and the Wayfarers are here to stay forever... and will always love each other. Martha's Vineyard is possibly the best place on earth! - Grace Brescia

This makes me miss summer! I can just picture it! -Noah Boskey

ANNIE KELLOGG

by Danny Getz
Great detail Danny I like the connections you made. Once upon a time I met a great boy, Oh, wait, that was you Danny! I love what you did with this poem, when you write poetry its like your a wizard of words. Love, Henry.

It was morning outside, and we were at the table.My brother really wanted a drum-set as a present.


by Ben Mills
====The drark night dispelled bya flash, sparks in the skyilluminating every conerquickly fading into nothingnever touching the grass which whispersin the windof the spectaclebut only for a momentfor then the flash beginsagain.====

Nice description - Brian Rubenstein




 * //Leave//**

//Padding footsteps at what feels like the break of dawn// //Must awake// //Sleep, need sleep// //Food stomach grumbles// //No need for shower// //Scent nor warmth// //No use to stride// //He just won't listen// //3 more years// //What are the differential credentials// //Hop, skip, jump// //A flap, a walk, Major Tom// //Breeze back, brush bed// //Miss footsie PJ's// //Penguin sequins sewed// //The place you have grown// //Ripped beneath your feet// //Like a birdie with no more tweet tweet// //Revelations swim like salmon// //Succumbed like upstream// //Phasing in the air// //Cancer patients with no hair// //I have no patience// //4:30 tick tock of clock// //Shines homework has arisen// //No deprived of that too?// //Well what to do// //But saunter towards car// //Yank open door// //Climb right in// //Drive away// //Don't look back// //Or maybe I'll just walk away// //Just to go for a stroll// //Round the Reservoir// //While strangers patrol my house// //And when I look back through the windows// //Maybe in a few years// //See these strangers// //Looking at me// //Like I'm the deranged one// //Well call me crazy// //But I won't be living here no more

This appears to have taken a lot of deep thought, or maybe that comes naturally. Well written; deep; detailed; all in all, a well rounded work. Nice job, mom! -Noah Jallos-Prufer This poem is really good, and your a wicked good poet Mia! - Grace
 * by Mia Rosenberg**//

A normal eveningstruggling to rest after school Shuffle bang crash what was that? I think I knowSomething new in this normal night some sort of thing is upstairsA black saggy round funny-looking box-headed scrapper of a black lab stands over a tub of dog foodhis tong shoots at the ground like an ant-eaterThen a sheepish pudgy face full of dog food nervously raises his faceoh steve not again, what a dog<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"> by Desmond Mahoney

Beaver Vs. Lexington

The ball whizzed down the fieldI stood in the nettensing myself to get itthe shotthe diveSAVE!The sidelines are cheering.But all of a suddenMy fingers feelson fire.In the glove,it's throbbinglike there is no tomorow.Coach takes a look,"Probably just a jam, tape it."That night, I suddenly notice it,my pinky is purple and puffy.Emergency room.No goalie practice for 3 weeks,damn. <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"> By: Sophia Ardell

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 80%;">I love you Sophh :) - Lily


 * Darkness**

The world is a dark place, nothing is the way it seems Life isn’t great, and might not be for a while, some can’t Handle it, some just fade away, when friends become enemies, When friends move away, life is saying just go away, there is always One light in the dark that can pull you out, we al have a light, That can save another, sometimes they disappear, more sadness less light can you find it in time before Life blows your light out. Hope you can, I won’t.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> -Anders Jarnryd

//Malte:// That's a very nice (maybe not the write word) poem and very deep. I agree with //Malte//, its a very deep poem - Brian Rubenstein

<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"> **Music** I am surround in a new world, no one can penetrate. Inspired. Enchanted. Fascinated. And my universe is transformed, transformed into a magical place of creativity, splashes of colors turns to a blur, pulls you in, feet start to tap, heads nod up and down, hands tap, bodies sway to the beat, and then it stops. Three minutes of magic and its over.

-Leah Spingarn

Music is my life! -Noah Boskey

Day to Night:

Sun rises and strikes rainbow on the horizon. I sit on the mountain top with a pen and piece of paper. I sketch what I see; green tree tops, houses in the distance, and the sun rising beaming out all colors known to man. As the sun rises to the top of the sky I sketch a yellow circle floating on a ocean blue canvas. Night comes and the sun sets, setting the horizon on fire again with a splash of orange and yellow. Time goes by, and it gets darker, and the fire settles. It's pitch black now. I sit on the mountain top with a pen and piece of paper. I sketch what I see; A black canvas... I remember that from this very point I was sketching the rainbow.

-Noah Boskey

I love the repetition of the phrase "I sketch what I see" -Leah Spingarn

What if...? (Malte Heissel)

What if people stopped driving cars? What if there would be enough food for everyone? What if all countries were completely peaceful? Then the world would have a lot of problems solved!

This is really good I like it a lot, but what would life be like? -nima

"**Martha's Vineyard**" Family Summer Beach Waves Sand Birthdays Anniversaries Holidays Soccer games Wiffle Ball Late-night Movies Cards Sunset's Lobster Races Love.

Grace Brescia

I love much each line uses only one or two words. I really adds to the creativity of the poem -Leah Spingarn //Malte//: I agree with you! agreed. I love Martha's Vineyard, and those things remind me so much about it! --Annie

This poem was pretty cool, all those things sound awsome! - Anders

=**Robbed of Innocence**= I was on the beach. On that day at the beach, the normally indigo-blue water was scarlet red. I cast the rod, and the hook sank to the depths. The thrashing and flailing we have all seen so many times in our life commenced. Like piranhas flocking to their prey. Soon gasping for air, waiting to be put out of its misery. We comply. The knife crescendos and dives into its gut. Maybe the fish is a metaphor? Why can’t I flay it? Why will it not go limp in my hands? I just have to slash the trachea, But it won’t sever. Adrenaline burst drives it home, and it cuts through bone. It’s not the bluefish’s. Howling pain like Lycanthropy. The essence mixes with with mine. Fusion Devine. Wind sheers like a cold day at a playground. And then, the waves blot the sun and they cascade upon me. Maybe the waves are a metaphor?

By: Peter Damon Great word choices Peter! The rythmic flow of the poem is entrancing. The seemingly radom points of repetition make for a deep feeling. Very professional.-Noah Jallos-Prufer

**The Last Mothers Day** I remember hugging my favorite person in the world that morning, My mom. I remember going to New York to celebrate the 11th of May with my relatives, Kissing, hugging, and smiling all around made the air feel warmer. We all knew we couldn't celebrate this special holiday, That there was a cold spot in our hearts. Looking over at my ill Grandmother, Her fake hair, pale skin, shaky hands, I couldn't bare to look at her. We all sat in a circle, Awaiting for the mothers to give there presents to each other. My Grandmother sitting in her chair, Gave the final present. Her trembling hands handing it to my mom. Inside the red bag was a pillow of a beautiful little girl cracking eggs, It was my grandmother. I look over to her, Big black sunglasses over her eyes, A tear runs down her cheeks, We all knew it was going to be the last mothers day.


 * By: Spencer Carmen

Nice poem Spencer I can almost picture it. Very powerful, Spencer. I can also picture the scene very well, and frankly I almost cried. Something I like in a poem is the poet doesn't use a ton of descriptive words, and yet it clearly paints a picture. It shows amazing control of the literary arts. You have a real gift-Peter

Wednesday nights

On the line boys**
 * he hears groans as we saunter****to the end line. On the whistle** **We skate skate skate****swet drops down my face****lands ont he ice below my feet****The whistle sounds again****we skate as fast as we can

By Reilly McDonnell

<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> **Specific holiday memory July 4th: Americas Cup Jonathan Marsh In Winslow, Maine at Camp caribou, team California competes for the cupWhile today it was fireworks, that woke us upwe play wiffle ball, as well compete in footballWater Polo was a blast, I try and keep my team from coming in lastOn this holiday we compete in sports, running up and down the basketball courtsThe weather is hot and we all want to swim, but not as much as team California wants to winAt the end of the day when the best team is announced, It is my team (California) that is pronouncedAlthough it was California that finished the best At night we get more fireworks, and then got to rest

<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">My mothers new blue ** Car came down the laneBlack dog in the backHops out the frontFluffy no moreWhat a boreOh WellStands up sad but notBad dog thats still black Left a present in the back <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> ** Interesting...... And the fact that the car is blue completes it. -Anders
 * New Blue Car
 * By Lucas Judson

//On the Fourth of July////Destroyer in the Bay////As we go near////They interfere with guns pointed here////As they near////We go rear with fear////As we leave// //They are relieved// <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;">On the Fourth of July
 * By Travis Block**

<span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> code __Fourth of July__ code

code Olivia Mansifeld

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code The concert. code

code Every year code

code Music playing code

code My dad conducting code

code The spirt code

code The hope code

code The joy. code

code On our lawn, in Cataumet, Cape Cod code

code My favorite place on earth code

code The salty breeze fills me with all I need code

code The sunset that has changed me in every way code

code The fireworks on our dock code

code Parents drinking beer, and us Lemonade code

code Eating until we have a stomach ache code

code Laughing with my cousins till I cry code

code Playing hide and seek on our 8 acre land code

code The anticipation code

code The night of a lifetime code

code Honoring my uncle who passed code

code His favorite holiday of all time code

code Red code

code White code

code And Blue. code

code We've all missed you code <span style="font-family: 'Courier New',sans-serif; font-size: small;">

School

Let me tell you about school About Math, Science, English and History Let me tell you about school Its all such a mystery.

Let me tell you about math Solving problems about arithmetic Let me tell you about math Geometry is what i would pick.

Let me tell you about science Learn about atoms in chemistry Let me tell you about science The vials all very bubbly.

Let me tell you about English All that grammar and such Let me tell you about English It is certainly not Dutch

Let me tell you about History Learning about our past Let me tell you about History It certainly has me aghast

-Brian Rubenstein

<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"> Monday'sMonday's are like the bad news messenger, you know hes coming but you hope that there is something else in store for you. Maybe a snow day or a broken water pipe. No, your alarm clock still goes off in the morning, the same sound like nails to a chalk board. You cover up your head hoping that it will go back to Saturday but you realize time is wasting. You get up and out the door, you feel like your falling apart running out with the Ego waffle half defrosted and your shoes untied and falling off. You drive to school hoping you might be able to fall asleep but no, the rodes are to ridged. Your car pulls up to the school and you look at it like its the most evil thing in the world. Walk inside knowing there is a tough week ahead of you two quizzes and a paper which you have not started. You think things can not get worse but right when your thinking that you remember your homework sitting all alone on your desk at home. You walk out of your first period class saying oh well Mondays almost over.

-Henry Floyd

There is no better place to be than my room.A place to studyA place to playa place to just sit back and laymy room4 corners6 posters3 paintingsa deskand a bed a closet filled with clothes, and book case with novelsno better place in world than my room. Nima Olumi
 * __My room__**

Christmas Dinner
several Christmas' ago all my cousins, Aunts, and best friends came down to my house for Christmas dinner. Some all the way from New York. the turkey was huuuuge! bigger than me the gravy warm and the stuffing sweet. the snow was deep but we still played what i received i can't recall strange that memory did fade.

By Tyler Myrick

There is no better place to be than my room.A place to studyA place to playa place to just sit back and laymy room4 corners6 posters3 paintingsa deskand a bed a closet filled with clothes, and book case with novelsno better place in world than my room. **__Squash__** Where I feel at homeThe rubber of shoes burn from the constant amount of frictionsweat pooring down the face Two players intensified with a racket in their hand Two players with one goalto win By Nima Olumi
 * __G's Room__**G's roomThe grandest of them all. Where kids learn whether they'd like to or not. The historical attitude of an English teacher can get you sometimes.Make you concentrate on the worst days.Even Mondays.
 * __My room__**