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Bring on the Gratitude: A Review of “Be Thankful”

by Sydney Kesselheim

Published November 22, 2023

Lost Land

by Mason Li

Published August 5, 2022

Unseen, seen, unseen.Blink and it will disappear.In cover it waitsfor no one knows what.Lost in the mid-Pacific,traps protect the jewel,never to be found.Only the past may revealSecrets of the lost.

What My America Looks Like, a poem by Eboni, 13

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 23, 2022

What My America Looks Like Eboni Maxwell, 13 My America looks like chaos, a burning flame that cannot be put out and continues to grow. My America is dull and bland; I wake up everyday...

“World,” a poem by Kai, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 16, 2022

World Kai Gajilan Fowler, 10 Bright, so bright But Lonely, and tired. Lonely Lonely from being isolated for so long Tired Tired of being bruised and battered and scarred And yet Bright, so bright, The...

Frost (Portrait of Madame X): A Series in Ekphrasis by Ella Yamamura, 14

by Ella Yamamura

Published June 10, 2022

The Face of Winter She stands— a frozen flower; frostbitten. A gaze that could wither the sturdiest tree is aimed at the right. Bull’s eye. With skin fairer than Snow White, the Face of Winter...

The Great Beast (The Great Wave off Kanagawa): A Series in Ekphrasis by Ella Yamamura, 14

by Ella Yamamura

Published May 13, 2022

The great beast tipped with an army of acid claws it sported a color blue so deep you could fall in and no one would see you sink. It’s favorite kind of prey were the...

Wild

by BlueJay

Published March 16, 2022

Let the trees embrace you, With their long and leafy arms, Their thick and trusty branches, Reach up like vines To a star speckled sky. The wildebeest are roaming, On the dark and murky...

A Tribute to Bobby Hutton

by Emma Hoff

Published February 25, 2022

A Tribute to Bobby Hutton Emma, 9 I didn’t know much about Bobby Hutton until recently, when I read about the Black Panthers. It’s important to know the parts of history that are hidden from...

Red and Blue

by Ismini Vasiloglou

Published February 21, 2022

Red and Blue are the colors we built a country from, Red like the blood we spilled for freedom Blue like the clear skies we keep reaching for but also Red like the...

Apples, a poem by Mason, 9

by Mason Li

Published February 16, 2022

Apples A sweet fruit, round like a ball. Pieces split with a slice of a knife. Pushing and shoving, hands start to reach for the slices. Long after the apples are finished, a slice lies...

Bring on the Gratitude: A Review of “Be Thankful”

Post Published November 22, 2023 by Sydney Kesselheim

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I reviewed a poem about gratitude, called “Be Thankful” by an unknown poet. To me, gratitude means being thankful for what you have instead of thinking about what you don’t have. It is important to feel empathy for individuals who have less than you do and to appreciate all that you have.

Lost Land

Post Published August 5, 2022 by Mason Li

Unseen, seen, unseen.Blink and it will disappear.In cover it waitsfor no one knows what.Lost in the mid-Pacific,traps protect the jewel,never to be found.Only the past may revealSecrets of the lost.

What My America Looks Like, a poem by Eboni, 13

Post Published June 23, 2022 by Stone Soup Editors

What My America Looks Like Eboni Maxwell, 13 My America looks like chaos, a burning flame that cannot be put out and continues to grow. My America is dull and bland; I wake up everyday and ask myself ¨Why are most people cruel and mean, racist and unapologetic… What made them this way?" I get ready for school and go to learn, but my mind is constantly running.

“World,” a poem by Kai, 10

Post Published June 16, 2022 by Stone Soup Editors

Frost (Portrait of Madame X): A Series in Ekphrasis by Ella Yamamura, 14

Post Published June 10, 2022 by Ella Yamamura

The Face of Winter She stands— a frozen flower; frostbitten. A gaze that could wither the sturdiest tree is aimed at the right. Bull’s eye. With skin fairer than Snow White, the Face of Winter ignores all else while being trapped within her dark restraints that weigh her down— the only thing keeping her from blowing away and snapping in ...

The Great Beast (The Great Wave off Kanagawa): A Series in Ekphrasis by Ella Yamamura, 14

Post Published May 13, 2022 by Ella Yamamura

The great beast tipped with an army of acid claws it sported a color blue so deep you could fall in and no one would see you sink. It’s favorite kind of prey were the ones with the sanded wooden sides— the ones that bobbed up and down and were filled with goods. The beast lurked just beside that snow capped mountain the only home it ever knew.

Wild

Post Published March 16, 2022 by BlueJay

Let the trees embrace you, With their long and leafy arms, Their thick and trusty branches, Reach up like vines To a star speckled sky. The wildebeest are roaming, On the dark and murky plain, They pace until the shining moon Shines ever so brightly In a star speckled sky The giraffes are chewing leafy greens, That are hang...

A Tribute to Bobby Hutton

Post Published February 25, 2022 by Emma Hoff

A Tribute to Bobby Hutton Emma, 9 I didn’t know much about Bobby Hutton until recently, when I read about the Black Panthers. It’s important to know the parts of history that are hidden from us. During Black History Month, we are taught about people like Oprah Winfrey and Michael Jordan. But we’re rarely taught about people like Bobby Hutton, Malcolm X, and Huey P. Newton.

Red and Blue

Post Published February 21, 2022 by Ismini Vasiloglou

Red and Blue are the colors we built a country from, Red like the blood we spilled for freedom Blue like the clear skies we keep reaching for but also Red like the wounds of those we forced to plow our fields Blue like the tears we spilled watering our fields then Stars strewn across like the ones in our eyes as we looked past our mistakes to the sky...

Apples, a poem by Mason, 9

Post Published February 16, 2022 by Mason Li

Apples A sweet fruit, round like a ball. Pieces split with a slice of a knife. Pushing and shoving, hands start to reach for the slices. Long after the apples are finished, a slice lies forgotten under the table. Entering the room is the family puppy, Sniffing, who munches the unseen slice.

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