“Poetry is a manifestation of the human urge to make sense of chaos, to find unity and symmetry in external reality.” -Medium, The Importance of Metaphor.
Ms. Wright, 7th Grade, Group One
Joy is a bright yellow sun that you see everyday.
Sometimes, you like to eat candy while you play,
And joy is awake when happiness is filled.
Although there will always be a day where,
Distressed is a cold thunderstorm,
that you can see during April showers.
My house is a big beating drum,
While the rain is a small drumstick.
Then, anger is an erupting volcano,
Because children can’t go out to play.
Not happiness is a grey sky.
Under the grey sky,
I want a bowl of hot soup.
Soup comes out cold and dull,
No meat, no vegetables, no life.
Is it really necessary for soup to have all that?
No
The sun comes out,
Out goes the grey, cloudy sky.
Instead of a bowl of soup,
Ice cream vendors are everywhere along the road.
I got a delicious chocolate ice cream.
Dread is a scratch
You’re unable to itch.
It will nag you
No matter how much you
Try to ignore it.
Bitterness is a gullible person.
The more it trusts someone,
The more likely it can be fooled.
Each betrayal can build up
A wall of hate soon to be felt.
Fascination is the sunlight.
When it shines down on something,
It makes it look more vibrant.
Once the vibrant thing captures someone’s eyes,
It becomes the center of their attention.
Joy is a flame
In an isolated and empty area.
Even when everything around
Looks gloomy and sad,
It will continue to shine the brightest.
Boredom is an empty room.
There is nothing to be seen.
You can hear your own voice.
There is nothing you can do,
Except moving around and sitting.
Ms. Wright, 7th Grade, Group Two
Sadness is a dark rainy day,
That never stops.
Happiness is a gift,
That keeps on giving.
Disgust is a sewer,
With a foul smell.
Surprise is a confetti popper,
That explodes.
Greed is a bag of money,
And gold bars.
Annoyance is a trip over a small rock.
Again and again,
Rain to a campfire.
Annoyance is to smother
A greasefire
With water.
It speaks out loud,
In a church service.
That mild feeling, of why!?
An annoying brother,
A stubbed toe.
A mild whisper in a room full
Of preachers.
Even so, the campfire grows back
The grease fire grows stronger,
The church service finishes,
The annoying brother silences,
And the pain of the stubbed toe,
Ceases.
Sadness is an autumn leaf losing color,
A slow motion into coldness
An empty room that echoes
A sudden, heavy rain on a sunny day
But love is a warm blanket giving you comfort
Love is a key that unlocks you families heart