What In The World of A Poem

Ms. Widman

High School Creative Writing 

This week the Viking writers read “The Quiet World” by Jeffery McDaniel. We explored what restrictions society places on us and what restrictions we place on ourselves. We brainstormed what we could change in the world in a surreal way. They were tasked with writing a poem that explored a new restriction through morning, noon, and night. It was extremely challenging narrowing down which of the amazing poems to publish this week. I am so proud of these young writers. 















“Midwest Emo Is Not a Thing” by Abe S.


In the morning, I am happy because midwest

emo is not a thing.


In the afternoon, I am happy because midwest

emo is not a thing.


At night, I am happy because midwest emo is not a thing playing

God under a princess tree. 




















“Border” by Edwin S.


Border is a fence made of metal.

Border, a separation between civilizations.

Borders, a separation of races.

Borders, the spirit of one family.

Borders, the separation between a daughter and a mother.

Borders, the separation between a son and a father.

Borders is the definition of saying we aren’t the same.

We don’t want you here.

Borders, all meant for the safety of one nation.
But immigrants know the real meaning behind

The Border.

Borders just cause pain, hate, conflict, and death.

Border is like a poison hemlock.


























“Animals Rule The World” by Angelina S.


Lions take the train to work first thing in the morning.

Koalas, bears, and deer flip the “we are open” signs on shops.

Sloths, giraffes, sheep head to meetings.

Gorillas, rhinos, wolves take their morning security shift. 


Capybaras, pandas, dogs sit at scattered tables for lunch.

Raccoons, squirrels, and meerkats find a spot under the tree of heaven.

They have all the food they can find, eating it all.


Rain hits the roof off the only shelter we have.

Animals turned on us and wanted a change.

There is nothing for us humans to do but sit and wait

for what will happen.



















“Why Must We Live in Constant Fear?” by Elijah H.


I wish we didn’t feel like we have to live

in constant fear.

I wish the world wasn’t trying

to make queer people disappear.

We are like weeds

no matter how harsh you treat us.

We will always come back.

No matter what methods you try

it will just make us more angry.

We’ll become a ragweed.

We are not weeds

the people who try to get rid of us

are the weeds

wanting to take control.
























“Taking In The Gray” by Harrison O.


I woke up this morning and the world was gray.

The sun twinkled off those sooty branches, bursting with stony chlorophyll.

A silver kitten blended into the concrete

colored one eyed daisies outside my bedroom window.

On my lunch break, I walk down the garden path

taking in the vibrant grays of summer as I walk Jax.

Oh how I will miss that gray when winter comes

and gray turns to brown and white

or yellow if you have a dog.

The pebbled prairie smiles to me

as I walk past it to the grocery store.

And as I take in the ashen grass

and pearl gray trees, gun-metal gray

moss and summer breeze.

In the evening I eat my grays

with steak and bread.



“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.