Arjun, 9 (Midlothian, VA) Life Inside a Staircase Arjun Nair, 9 I wonder how it would feel to live inside a staircase. A loud STOMP, STOMP captures every peculiar moment. People are walking up and down. Sometimes they think again and turn around. When people decide to leave, they sometimes destroy their house into a flattened leaf. What happens to the staircase? It is left behind, In the dark and gloomy night. No one to walk on the staircase. No one to talk to on the staircase. You would feel abandoned. Forgotten. Alone. Until. A new house is built around the staircase, a new life is built. If you ever want to live in a wooden staircase, believe me– it will have to be a good staircase. This poem was submitted as part of our March 2021 Flash Contest, “Write a story set somewhere you’ve never been.”
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Spring in Central Park, a poem by Lila Laton, 11
Lila Laton, 11 (New York, NY) Spring in Central Park Lila Laton, 11 The cherry blossoms are blooming. That means that spring is here. Mr. Frosty is parked at the side of the road, and a kind grandmother is buying ice cream for a little child with snot running down his nose. People pose in front of the cherry blossom trees taking pictures. Couples, children and parents, friends. Someone proposes and everyone claps. The clouds are moving on, and people are happy again. That means that spring is here. This poem was submitted as part of our April 2021 Flash Contest, “Visit the same place every day for a week and document what you see.”
Spring, a poem by Porter Younkin, 9
Porter Younkin, 9, Medford, OR Spring Porter Younkin, 9 flowers the, water the, splash the it calms me, cools it, calms down me. just like a rainbow rainbow. seeing doubles.
