April Yu, 12East Brunswick, NJ Perfect For Me April Yu, 13 Slivers of moonlight Leaking in through the glass Pictures framed on the walls Frozen in memories past Stars freckled across The milky indigo sky A breeze lilting in the air A gale, a gust, a sigh Black cherries and freesia april the enclosed space Here I am, in my bedroom Forever my favorite place On paper, it sounds so cliché But gazing at my rug of cotton The beauty of this place Can never be forgotten Glowing, faceted jewels Illuminated by strands of LED Dresses hanging on my closet door Organza, velvet, and ivory It’s far from perfect Full of tokens and knick-knacks Items from garage and yard sales Some of this, some of that My sister and I went on a shopping spree Bargaining, couponing, laughing Running around all day Giggling and photographing We got gowns, books, and succulents Most of it was impractical But it brightened my room up so much more In the end, it was rather tactical My room used to be bare White walls, a bed, and a desk Articles of clothing clumped around Oh, what a mess! Then my baubles came along Lighting up the room Odds and ends here and there The place was in full bloom I’ll never cease to soar with pride When I look around and see The beauty of this resplendent room: Unequivocally perfect for me.
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I See, a poem by Mairead Sheehy-Moss, 12
Mairead Sheehy-Moss, 12New York, NY I See Mairead Sheehy-Moss, 12 Plants soaking up the sun putting my hair in a bun just for seeing no one I see a rotten piece of gum and a big fat purple plum sitting there, yum This poem was written in response to our Daily Creativity prompt #58: Write a Poem About What You See
The Shot, a poem by Giselle Stern, 11
Giselle Stern, 11Sunnyvale, CA The Shot Giselle Stern, 11 Don’t throw away your shot Opportunities received Fleeting like the wind Seize it while you can Be a rising star Rise up with the shot It’s just a leap of faith Albert Einstein, a shrewd scientist, Leonardo da Vinci, a radical Renaissance man, Michael Phelps, a swift swimmer, Ludwig Beethoven, a creative composer, Alexander Hamilton, a founding father, They didn’t throw away their shot The hotshots rose up to the rooftops Jonas Salk invented the Polio shot Now everyone searches For a covid shot To cure the sick And stop the spread We are seizing the shot To protect the community When you seize the shot And rise up like the sun When you ameliorate a problem Have a celebration Take a Fanta shot with friends And remember You didn’t throw away your shot A poem inspired by a song–”My Shot,” from the musical Hamilton.
