The Grand Finale

Our final week as Hale’s 6-8th grade poetry club was a bittersweet one, but we made sure to celebrate. Throughout the school year, they’ve challenged themselves to creatively put words on a page. On Tuesday and Wednesday, we reflected on how far they’ve come with poems to their past and future selves. The future poems were then sealed in an envelope, not to be opened until next April. Students wrote inspiring notes to their future selves, asking questions about friendships and writing, while wishing for the best. Our final day together was a pizza party, courtesy of Mrs. Muro. We hosted our final open mic and played a few games before saying our final goodbyes. Here are a few of our final poems below. Thank you so much for having me this year, Hale. It’s been such a pleasure.


A Poem for the Past 

By Miley

Hi! I know you are scared to leave the 5th grade,

but trust me, you will gain amazing friendships.

Things are still drama with main friends, but stick

up for yourself! Focus in school, pleasee. You

will accomplish the straight As you always wanted.

Try to be calm, and stop trying to act like a baddie.

Just have confidence! Also be prepared to be depressed

because the new Spiderman is something. And rewatching

Endgame was even harder than the first time. You will finally

get a new phone, and try not to let people pick on you so much.

You will get bangs and have a huge style change, but just try

to be happy.

From, me

To, past me


Dear Past Me 

By Yeya

I wish you the best of luck

And just to let you know, something big is coming

A realization that finally hit you and was inevitable

Something that’ll feel like a pierce to the heart

I would tell you not to get involved

To turn around and walk away

But there’s no point

For you won’t listen

You didn’t listen to them

And you’re so stubborn that you

won’t even listen to yourself

Oh, how foolish and blind you were

Just, please, for your sake

Know when to stop

When it’s too far

This will leave a long term scar

That will engrave into your skin and forever

stay in the back of your mind

Enjoy it while you still can

“Enjoy what?” you may ask


Enjoy everything while you still can

For it won’t last long


My Past Self

by Zar 

Time passes quickly,  so make things count!

Although I know its too late, and you’ve already

wasted it all while being scared and scattered,

just know that there was never a need to go so fast,

never a reason to feel the way you did. It’s alright though

despite your unnecessary speed.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.