Grade 8 - 9
How Sweet it is!
My Family… My Family is an ice cold carton of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. My daddy is the chunks of sticky cookie dough that attach to you. My little brother is the little tiny chocolate chips that are bundled deep inside the sticky chunks of cookie dough. I am the vanilla ice cream that sits between the cookie dough chunks waiting to be set free. My older brother is the vapor, leaving you unable to catch it. My older sister is the milky melted ice cream dripping out of the carton. My mom is the ice crystals, yearning to come inside. My nana is the paper carton holding everyone together. Miyani Acacia Ash Grade 8, Hartford Middle School
I Hate You, with a Passion Hatred is licorice black It sounds like a louder roar than I have ever heard It feels like someone burned your heart with a blowtorch It smells like a dead body It tastes like the black, bitter icing of a cake It looks like the bruises and scars of an abused child Hatred is a pit of burning coal raging inside me T’Na Smith Grade 8, Hartford Middle School
I Am Poem I am a baker and cooker I wonder if my mom is home I hear cars racing I see a baby crying I want a hundred dollars I am a baker and cooker I pretend I am a king I feel happy I touch my art work with my imagination I worry about the remote being lost I cry when someone important dies I am a baker and cooker
I hope to become famous I am a baker and cooker Bryceson Wilson Grade 8, Hartford Middle School
My Family Metaphor My family is a piece of bubble gum. I’m the fresh, juicy part with lots of flavor. My mom is the millions of bubbles, waiting to be popped. And last but not least there’s my sister, and she is the nasty part that starts to stick to your gums to the point you want to throw it away. Jayvon Blasingame Grade 8, Hartford Middle School
Family Metaphor Poem My family is cable T.V. My dad is the sports channel, but not always on a good program. My mom is the nursery channel, always there for health tips. Kwantaz is B.E.T always got something new to share Mariah is the Disney Channel, she loves to act. Monique is Nickelodeon She splats in the way when I’m watching something. Amani is the cooking channel, because I love her so much. And I am the HD channel that nobody can have except my family. by Nova Williams Grade 8, Hartford Middle School
Simile/Sensory Poem Hate is dark as coal It sounds like a hurricane It feels like a rainy night It smells like death It tastes like burnt fries It looks like a bad accident Hate can kill—It’s bad to nature Anthony Davenport Grade 8, Hartford Middle School
I understand that I am in a band I say God is real I dream of being in heaven I try watching TV with my mom Stark County District Library ~ 2012 Youth Poetry Contest ~ Page 76