7th Grade Poetry

Green Lean Cucumber Machine

By: Audrey McMurrian, September 2020

Green lean cucumber machine you are like a tree

Oh green how you are so clean I do not know

Blue is the Color

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, September 2020

Blue is the color of lakes,

Blue is the color of cakes,

Blue will make you smile,

Think of it while,

You look up at the sky,

Do not cry,

Because blue is there

We've had enough

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, September 2020

We've had enough of your pain,

It rains down upon us,

It has no end, how will we mend

the hole left by Covid

Goodbye Summer

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, September 2020

The summer is ending,

Put your sand toys away

Into fall we are descending

So soon? It seems yesterday it was May

We dust of our backpacks

And pack them with bricks

And go on a bus that's old and stinks.

It smiles at us, but we don't smile back

Every reminder comes like as kick and a slap

From class to class we go,

These days go by so slow,

Seeing old friends is great,

But all we can think,

I how long we have to wait,

For next summer to roll around.

Haiku

By: Anna Wei, October 2020

I hate spotify ads

Their annoying tunes mock me

Especially State Farm songs

Almost Dead

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, October 2020

"Its only mostly dead,"

my mother said,

looking at my computer,

my computer had been a tutor,

and a guide through my virtual class,

preventing me from having to wear a mask,

First there was an error message,

with the blue screen of death,

it would later be a test,

if my dad's laptop could best,

my (almost) dead computer,

My mother tried,

but gave a sigh,

as my computer made one last moan,

and one last groan,

the screen went black,

like a tack in my heart,

my mom looked at my computer,

and said one word that made me want to mute her,

"dead"

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Holy Curse of Heaven

By: David Santoyo, October 2020

Holy Curse of Heaven

The angel’s choir starts to sing

With angelic chords pulling the strings

Power and faith, all up and beyond

With nothing left for the sinner

Their soul be gone

And their life destroyed

By the sacred curse of heaven

Behind their tail

The sacred curse of heaven

Leads those who doubt

Into a vicious cycle

Of being within and out

The clouds evaporate

Turning into dust

Forming into stars

That light up the dusk

Heaven is a concept

That is not a doubt

But the concept in which you think it is

Varies in and out

For some it may be flowers on hills

And others, revenge on those who have wronged them

This tale’s genesis

Has formed with multiple doubts

Newfound verses of this curse

Will change the song

As more and more

Die and go into heaven

Or get damned and go to hell

The Holy Curse of Heaven shouldn’t be trusted

As the next one it takes

May be you, or your loved ones

Or anyone else rusted with the

Holy Curse of Heaven

Bleeding Heaven

By: David Santoyo, October 2020

They say heaven is the best

A place for angels and lovers

To meet and have a test

A test of wits and mercy

A battle of love and war

Until the rain drops down

Of the blood from before

Crys of love and joy

Tears of bleeding mercy

Fall from the sky

Upon our mortal plain

Everything and nothing co-exist

In this fictional wonderland

The souls of the damned

And the wits of the enlightened

Heaven drops body parts

In the form of rain

They're from after the torture

That goes down up above

Melting them

Stirring them

Purifying them

Nothing has stopped them before

And nothing will stop them now.

Bleeding Heaven

Bleeding the tears of the fallen

Healing the rips and tears

Of all who have gone

To beyond our mortal plain

Our heaven isn’t pure

Our heaven isn’t truly heaven

Our heaven

Is bleeding

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GONE

I step up to the plate, 

Bat in hands,

Watching as the pitcher throws the ball,

Ready to smack the ball over the fence.

As it approaches the plate,

I give it an evil snarl,

I step my front foot forward, swing,

And WHAM!

I watch it sail,

Over the centerfielder’s head,

It’s going back, way back,

IT’S GONE!

By: Harrison Dunning, October 2020

Autumn

By: Harrison Dunning, October 2020

The leaves were like beautiful beaming ballerinas dancing through the autumn sky. The Sun, a golden sphere cheerfully smiling at me, and the animals gathering food for the cold winter ahead.

They are following you

They're coming for you. They have been for some time now. You wish they would just go away. They are the it. They are the now, and the then. They are here but are not supposed to be here. They came from the west and move to the east. Killing everything on the way. They go east to the man in the red vest. The man in the red vest is mad, very mad. He wants revenge. You don’t know why. No one knows why. You used to live in the free city’s close to the bog, the beautiful life-giving bog. The man in the red vest poisoned the bog. He’s lunatic. The bog covers half the world. The man in the red vest poisoned half the world. His creatures are following you and will be here soon.

By: Audrey Mcmurran, October 2020

Bus Friends

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, October 2020

5th Grade was great

It was an awesome year

But one of my favorite parts

was the bus ride

Yes it was an hour long

Yes it stunk if you had to go pee

Yes it could be annoying at times

But there were so many positives

that I will never forget

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We had a nice bus driver

for most of the year

She was not strict

Which may have been a bad thing sometimes

Then one day,

we watched an ambulance take her

and we never saw her again

But that's a different story

for another poem

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We were so many different ages

and we would have never met

without the bus ride

We went through a lot together

My closest of the friends

was a second grader named Sawyer

When you spend an hour together,

sitting on a dirty tile floor

stuck in a school office

scared and bored

cause your bus driver never came

You'll always be friends forever

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At the bus stop in the morning,

Sawyer, my sister (Cali), and I would play

with sticks

and leaves

and other random stuff

Sawyers little brother would play with us too

Then we would see the bus

come around the corner

And we'd all scramble to grab our bags

and board the bus

The others would already be there

Sometimes someone would be absent

But I loved when we were all there

We'd talk

and laugh

and be a bit naughty

We'd share snacks,

and do homework

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Once the hour was up

and we had arrived

we'd cram notebooks into backpacks

and wrappers into lunchboxes

Then we'd hop off the bus

and go our separate ways

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This repeated twice a day

For 180 days

Making a total of 360 hours spend together

Which if you do the math,

Is over 21 thousand minutes together

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On the last day of 5th grade

I said goodbye,

not only to my classmates

but also my bus friends

On that final day

we had one last laugh

and one last snack

Then at the end

of the final hour

We stepped off the bus together

one last time

I started a new life chapter

Having to leave behind the old

But I will never forget

My bus friends

Sawyer, Amir, Zahara, Aaron, and Cali

(plus my bus-stop friend, 3-year-old William)

Cold

By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020

The wind blows softly

Through the trees

Down the road

In the house

A gay fire flickers

There is singing

In that house

There is laughter

In that house

In the woods

Is where I am

There is no fire

To warm me.

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Full

By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020

I'll never fully figure out

my capacities.

Nor my strengths.

Until I figure out

my weaknesses.

And learn from them.

Never, will I know all

my mistakes.

Never, or ever, will I need to.

But a time will come

when I will understand,

But never accept.

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The Trumpet and his 

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Player

By: Noah Vasallo, November 2020

The jumping trumpet earns sits on the street corner,

For the old man

Who cannot earn a cent,

But the trumpet

The jumping trumpet

It earns it for him,

It makes his pockets full,

For the trumpet understands

Outside

By: Noah Vasallo, November 2020

The cold breeze flying by,

The birds tweeting

You can hear your heart beating

You can hear the swing rocking

You can feel your pencil moving across the paper as you write,

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You can see the little butterflies flying across the sky,

After watching the cars go by you decide to go inside

Grapefruit

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, November 2020

Taste the sweet and juicy grapefruit

It helps start the morning right

Worth more than a pirates loot

Such a beautiful sight

​

It helps start the morning right

How could you disagree?

It's such a beautiful sight

Can I have some more please?

​

How could you disagree?

It tastes so sweet

Can I have some more please?

Cut it up and then you can eat

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It tastes so sweet

Worth more than a pirates loot

Cut it up and then you can eat

Taste the sweet and juicy grapefruit

Imagine

By: Sally Rozelle November 2020

Sit outside in the park
Listen to all of the little doggies bark
Find some shade
Close your eyes
Disguise.

Think about your future
Think about your past
Go there really, really fast
Travel.

See all the flying bunnies
Listen...
And you'll find them funny
Imagine

Music

By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020

When I dance and play
The music just fills me
It moves my feet 
To a steady beat
I feel free
The music dances with me

My hands move across 
The white and black keys
The song is just so soothing
I'm glad that I am moving
I smile and laugh

The music becomes alive
Like swirls in the sky
It moves in just the right timing
The sound is so alarming
I'm lost inside the song

Soon the music stops
And the waves come crashing over
It destroys my house, my town, and my road
I hop about
Then the next song starts
The waves are calm again.

Many Tries

By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020

I open the door
And in she comes
The door closes behind her
The cries of many birds and bats 
Comes through and out of her bag
Inside are the many tries of life and death together

The angels battle the devil
No one can win
No one can loose
The sides are very much even
Evil backwards is live
Live backwards is evil

With that she leaves
Walks right out the door
It closes right behind her

Lonely Little Things

By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020

At night I crawl into my bed
I find it hard to wake
The shadows come into my room
My head will start to ache

Boom, boom
In they come
The Lonely Little Things
They stomp and shout
And cry about
They're Lonely Little Things

I hug my pillow tight
'Cause if I don't 
They come on in
Into my head
And make me lonely too

Watch out!
Don't let that happen to you.

THE THROWING HOUSE

By: Noah Vasallo, November 2020

Nobody can stay in the throwing house

For the house does not allow

The house is not a fun one

It is one that you do not like

For the House does not allow

This house will throw you away

For it is one you do not like,

When you think that you own this house think again when it throws you out,

This house will throw you away

Like you to a dead fat mouse

When you think that you own this house think again when it throws you out,

So just think twice before the house throws you out

Like you to a dead fat mouse

The house is not a fun one

So just think twice before the house throws you out

Nobody can stay in the throwing house

Fall Weather

By: Quinlyn Dalyander, November 2020

Feel the soft breeze

and the cool grass under your feet

Enjoy the fall weather

don't take it for granted

Because you don't know

when the weather will turn cold

and when a blizzard will start

There won't be fall weather forever

But when winter does come

Remember that spring is just around the corner

The Same as ours

By: Sally Rozelle, December 2020

Out there,
Somewhere
Is a world the same as ours.

The same mountains,
The same roads.
The same people,
The same toads.
All mirroring your every move
In that world the same as ours.

Bruno

By: Brook Reed, December 2020

Bruno, 
What a gorgeous dog,
they would always say. 
As he is he, every day.
Bruno, so smart
without sadness,
We could never be apart.
He only wants affection,
as he is my protection.
“Throw the ball! Throw the ball!”
“I just want to play!” 
What’s going through his mind...
I wonder all day.
So, I throw the ball,
He’s so fast
as he has a blast!
Super crazy,
not so lazy.
Bruno,
We love you, 
you love us.
As we all knew

Holiday Poems

By: Noah Vasallo

I wake in the morn

Open many many presents,

We drive to our grandparents

We eat the biggest breakfast of the year

With the kiss and cousins master,( My grandfather was one of the owners )

After we are full, we show off our favorite present

By: Quinlyn Dalyander

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Dumpster Fires

Hearts in dire need

The holidays are coming

But not with the same cheer as before

People are sad

Their heads hung low

Decorations are lacking

And the usual people are missing

-2020-

The events of this year were odd and strange

Most of them were not good

But in between all the darkness

There were specks of light

More time was spent with family

And we traveled through the great outdoors.

As abnormal 2020 was

There were still great snippets of the year

2020 GREAT THINGS FROM A - Z

By: Noah Vasallo, January 2020

Bagels, bird feeders, Christmas Lights, Chromebook, Electric Scooter, Family Time,Game Nights , Online School, Pool, Second basketball hoop, Surprise birthday party, Turtles, Video games, Videos, Visco stickers

Dumplinging

By: Kai Lopez

The art of dumplinging
Is to add excesive amounts of dumplings

To anything of your choice

Observe Tito dumplinging his salad

Radioing

By: Sally Rozelle

The other day I

Turned on my radio

And made sure the

Volume was as loud as

It could go

The news yelled and

Screamed in my ear

So I turned it down

To make it disappear

Then I turned it up

So I could hear

And this annoyed

My Father who came in and said

"You and this radio better go to bed!"

To Mahome you must do 3 things

1, You must lazer every throw and make an Elway cross in every other man's chest.

2, You must throw the ball super far but super accurate

3, You must always win the game even if it’s Brady, Brees, Bridgewater or Burrow

Inspired by Patrick Mahomes

To act like a cat

Is quite a feat

Chasing a rat

While scratching a mat

Being graceful

Landing on your feet

Whacking with your paws

And going in the box