POETRY BY
MIDDLE SCHOOL STUDENTS
Mom
by Joliene Reigelsperger
She gives you life.
People run in and out the door,
But one thing is for sure;
She will be there for all time,
And you will need not one thing more.
Then one day, unexpectedly,
She is gone,
And not anything
Can or will bring her back,
No matter how much love or anger
You feel inside.
You've lost her;
You've lost it all.
You feel that the whole world
Is against you.
Then your dad sends you to see
A counselor.
He tries to tell you
That everything
Will be just fine.
But inside
You're slowly dying.
No one else can understand
What you're going through.
Then you feel like
You want to kill yourself
And not a thing will stop you,
Or so you think.
But don't be stupid.
No matter what,
There are other people
Who love you,
Even if they don't
Always show it.
Just think
Of how much more grief
You would cause,
And don't do it.
In soul,
Your Mom is always there,
Watching over you.
Her love for you will last
Forever and ever.
Even if she took her own life,
Remember:
It's not your fault.
Divorce
by Bethany Hight
Divorce is like a shattered window.
It has consequences.
You're always in the middle.
You're talking to them,
but they're not even
listening.
That's how most divorces go.
But sometimes your parents
are there for you.
Those are the best and most special days.
Then you can talk with them
about anything.
In a divorce
you have to deal with step-mothers
and step-fathers.
You have to deal with step-brothers
and step-sisters.
Sometimes, even with
newborns.
When it's your weekend
with one of your parents,
usually you don't even want
to be there.
You will feel left out and different.
Sometimes you become jealous.
It's just the nature of divorce.
Your parent isn't even paying attention to you.
And if there's a newborn,
it's like you're not there
anymore.
Just remember one thing.
Your parents will always love you.
You may not feel the love sometimes,
and they may not show it all the time.
But it's there.
It's always there.
Real Forgiveness
by Amanda Porter
Outside with all your friends,
You make fun of people, until it ends.
When does it, though,
Just when they come and go.
At Fellowship of Christian Athletes,
They are nice and respectful.
Are they really like that
Or are they playing me for a fool?
My friends go there;
Does that mean they're wrong?
Because they curse a lot and make comments
About people they think don't belong.
Sometimes I do that,
But I know for a fact
That somehow I'll earn the forgiveness I need;
I'll continue, I'll proceed.
Are people really truthful friends
When they talk about you?
Is that the natural thing that they are supposed to do?
Some people might think I am stupid.
I know they talk about me.
But do they really see?
Sometimes they don't see the real me inside.
The real me, hidden deep and real wide.
Stop making fun of others!
Aren't we supposed to love one another?
Don't discriminate, don't hate,
Don't dive into peer pressure,
And if it's not too late,
Lean towards God, the Almighty.
Lean towards Him, and follow his lighting.
For he knows good from evil, evil from good.
He'll give me answers, if I should . . .
Pray for Him, ask his forgiveness.
He'll turn my life clean, away from this mess.
The Spring
by Amanda Porter
The spring is weird and hopeless,
Consisting of days of less and less---
Days cold with tons of sunshine,
Days moist that make people out of line,
Days that make people feel crazy,
Days that don't affect me.
I feel like I am alone with sorrow,
Feeling no hope for the day of tomorrow,
Feeling there's nothing that I can do.
Nobody can help me, not even you.
Hoping that someday I may dwell,
Dwell into the day of hope and love,
Where instead of low, I feel above.
The days of spring are strange;
Everybody wanting to rearrange,
Rearrange life the way it is now,
But I sit here, with a frown.
Maybe the world has changed or maybe it's me.
Maybe I need to rearrange and believe.
I'll believe that the days of spring
Are beautiful and lifefulfilling,
Everyday ending with a lessoning---
A lesson to learn, a lesson to hold,
A lesson to carry until I get old.
The days of spring I guess will never change.
So, I guess it's time for me to rearrange.
The days of spring always fulfill its name.
It springs ahead and knows what to claim.
Maybe it's time for me to think the same.
Friendship
by Kim Wolford
Like a needle in a haystack,
Good friends are hard to find.
That's why I'm very grateful
That I can call you mine.
Whenever I need a shoulder,
Yours is there to catch my tears.
You've kept my deepest secrets
Throughout the many years.
You've been there through my triumphs;
You've witnessed my defeats.
I'll always remember the good times
And hope the bad ones don't repeat.
With you my heart is honest;
There's just one thing I need to do.
That's thanking you for being there;
There's no one quite like you!
Death
by Matthew Cardoza
Death is around us every day
Like a burden upon our shoulders.
We don't think much about it
Until it strikes
Like a Panther hidden in the shadows.
When Death is stalking, we are playing,
But when it issues its fatal touch,
Thank God for friends and family.
It's hard to believe people die,
But, sadly, they do,
When you least expect
Death to happen.
Answer me this, then;
Who's afraid of the Panther?
I wrote this poem to get out my fears,
But I failed,
And for that I apologize.
So long and adieu.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Until I write again,
Watch out for the Panther.
Wolves' Darkness
by James Stewart
It is night now and I am alone again.
I sit here, looking into the darkness.
Wondering what I may find.
Then it dawns on me
And I see her.
There she is!
A shaggy coat of darkness,
Slipping through the shadows
Of the night.
She stands there now,
Staring back at me,
Her red eyes shining gloomily
With a steady glow.
I watch and I listen,
And I hear her howl.
I wonder why she is howling,
For love, hate, or sadness.
I wish I knew.
Fascinated, I reach out to her,
Wanting to touch that wildness,
But she disappears,
Which is nothing new.
Everything in my life
Seems to disappear.
Then she barks again,
Howling for love and pain,
And I notice that this wolf and I
Have much in common.
I see her again, and she looks at me
As if she has something to say.
As I sit here in my window.
Contemplating love and pain,
I realize that everyone
Has a reason why they live.
How I wish that the wolf and I
Could be loved by the ones we love.
But that would be asking too much.
Fateful Night: April 14, 1912
by Kim Wolford
Shipbuilder Thomas Andrews
Built the largest ship in the land,
With a speed everyone could marvel at
And a first-class deck so grand.
They said that she was a beauty;
An unsinkable ship was she.
With Captain Edward Smith aboard,
We were as safe as we could be.
As the sun was slowly setting,
I sat at my cabin desk to think.
Only a few lifeboats were on board
If the ship would happen to sink.
At eleven-forty that same night,
I felt a shudder just below us.
"But this ship is unsinkable," they said,
So I thought nothing of it.
I went on with my evening
Till a man shouted, "Put on this!"
Then he shoved a life vest on me;
I knew something was amiss.
At twelve-forty-five in the morning
I was in a lifeboat being lowered.
I turned and watched the mighty ship
As its beauty was devoured.
As our lifeboat drifted away,
I thought of the great ship's splendor
And how famous this ship would have been
If only it hadn't gone under.
At a quarter past four that morning,
The Carpathia came to our aid.
We sat on her deck in the freezing night
Left by this disaster dismayed.
I am without my belongings,
For they lie beneath the Atlantic.
But, oh, I have lived through the sinking
Of the mighty ship Titanic.
Basketball
by Jonathan Dollinger
With thirty seconds on the clock,
Scottie Pippen just got a block.
Michael Jordan grabbed the rebound.
There is not a Sonic player to be found.
Michael Jordan dunked the ball;
The fans can't believe what they just saw.
The Bulls are currently up by three;
All their fans are filled with glee.
Gary Payton drives to the basket;
I don't think that he will pass it.
The ball goes up onto the rim;
It spins around again and again.
The players are all covered with sweat,
As the ball falls through the net.
The Sonics are now closer, within one;
Their fans are beginning to have some fun.
As the buzzer finally sounds,
The Sonic fans are covered with frowns.
Michael Jordan, the Bulls' fans' idol
Has just won for them the title.
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