Poetry Anthology
Contributors
Ms. Maxine Rendtorff – 7th Grade English Teacher Editor
Ms. Fernanda Caires – Editorial Assistant Pages Design
Manuela Delmazo and Julia Queiroz – 7th Grade Students Cover Design
Dear Reader,
We warmly welcome you to the 7th Grade 25-26 poetry anthology book!
After many weeks of hard work, dedication and fun, we bring to you nothing short of a minutes’ reading wonderland. In this book we present poems of joy, despair, dreams of the highest of fantasies, miracles and achievements that seemed impossible, trips down memory lane, places that mean the world to us, and of course a little touch of love and the best of emotions. This book will surely bring a smile to your face, a tear to your eye, and a touch to your soul.
Poetry is writing in which you can truly express yourself without any limits, fears or boundaries. Poetry is a fine work of art in which all it takes are some words, a paper, a pencil, and an enormous amount of creativity. You can be free and most importantly you can be yourself. As a quote that was developed by one of us: “Home might not always be a place, it can also mean being surrounded by the people you love or exploring and enjoying what you deeply adore.”
Every single one of us wrote about our most touching memories, emotions, and experiences which we would like to share with you. Each and every one of our poems has a deep meaning, and we hope they touch you as much as they touched us. We wrote with our hearts about our most meaningful stories and emotions, hoping you will enjoy a quick read of our poetry in the same way we enjoyed writing them.
Poetry teaches us to never be afraid of what you have to say. It shows us new ways to live our life with totally different visions than what we had before. With that said, we are extremely proud of presenting to you our poetry anthology book. We truly hope that you can learn and explore as much as or even more than we did!
Yours truly,
Nicholas Ribeiro and Júlia Guglielmetti
Table of Contents
Alice Hodge
Beatriz Rahal
Bernardo Cuoco
Enzo D’Angelo
Fernanda Barbosa
Henrique Lamounier
Joana Marques
Júlia Guglielmetti
Júlia Queiroz
Laura Pereira
Manuela Delmazo
Maria Eduarda Diederichsen
Nicholas Ribeiro
Paula Romero
Pierre Chofard
Rafael Soares
Roberto David Liu
Stefano Leonardo Roy
Théo Giarola
Alice Hodge
Dancer. Positive. Perfectionist.
Growing up
Growing up is hard, but it isn’t just getting bigger. It’s not about getting stronge, it’s realizing who you are, knowing your worth, being as bright as you can be. Growing up is about maturing, being confident in yourself, understanding where you are, and pushing yourself to become the best you can be.
It’s not about changing for somebody else or trying to be who you are not, because what matters is what you know, and not what others think.
It’s learning to stand alone, even when the crowd feels safer. It’s hearing doubt in your voice and choosing not to listen.
It’s outgrowing places you once thought you’d stay forever, and realizing that leaving doesn’t mean losing it means becoming.
Growing up is quiet moments of courage in small choices nobody else sees, and waking up one day, feeling a bit more like yourself.
Than you did before
Sunset
End of the day. My grandma’s balcony looks out. The sky is as vivid as can be. So many colors bloom before my eyes, Red, orange, yellow, even blue! Birds chirp, Owls coo.
The sky tells stories In soft colors and quiet light As the day turns to night. Light softens, and shadows begin to speak. I feel the breeze blowing in my hair, Memories I will have forever. It all happens right there.
Moments I will never forget, Feelings I always carry. Staring out into the amazing world, Shrouded in quiet mystery. An event I will forever hold close, Never take for granted,
One of the world’s truest beauties, Right in front of my eyes, On this hot summer night.
Beatriz Rahal
Passionate. Sweet. Dreamer.
Life After 12PM
12AM
5AM
I see the sun come up. Its almost like i want to grab it and put it in a cup.
8AM
The sun is looking me in the eye - It looks like I’m about to cry. But it also looks so pretty in the sky.
12PM
I feel it on the top of my head, I lay in a bench and pretend its my bed, Till I beg the sun not to make me red.
5PM
I fall off the bench on the rough floor I think the sun is here no more.
8PM
The sky gets darker untill its completly dark blue I look above and the stars are there too.
Back Into The Past
Loving you hurt But it wasnt the worst. Sometimes I miss you, Sometimes I just dream with you Sometimes I wish I could still feel you.
Loving you was the best, But I can also say it was more than a mess.
You cared for me. You shared everything with me. And watching you go to chemio when at the time I just wished I could see you.
All I ask is for a last simple task: Let me go back into the past.
Bernardo Cuoco
King. Grounded. Calm.
My Acoustic Guitar
It was the best day of the year.
As it was my 7 year birthday where I was playing videogames on my PS4 when my mom called me to see a nice and beautiful Birthday cake, as a suggestion, she talked about the Red velvet cake; I preferred strawberry with white chocolate and A little cherry on top.
After that, we sang happy birthday ”Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy to you.” I went directly to the presents. The first thing
I saw was a giant present which I thought was a bass; it was an acoustic guitar. BUT IT’S STILL THE COOLEST THING I COULD EVER WIN AS A PRESENT!!!
After that I asked “who gave it to me?”
Looking at my parents who said that they Didn’t give it to me. My grandparents gave it to me
And I gave them the strongest hug as a return gift.
Also, nowadays, I still play it but it is broken So I can’t really play it. So my mom is going to
Fix it and that isn’t the best part! I might Get an electric guitar!!!
My dog Nina
Vacation: my brothers and I just chilling on the sofamy driver enters
My house with the monthly shopping bags .I thought it was a present for meit wasn’t. It was a present for us.
I hear the doorbell ring “DING DONG!”
He brought a pink box with a strange smell of Dog drool coming from the inside of the box
We opened it: There was the cutest Chihuahua I’ve ever seen: A two month puppy!.
After three days
We named her Nina.
And so right now as I write this poem, She is now 6 years old as beautiful as A solar eclipse.
Enzo Leite D’ Angelo
Hardworking. Charismatic. Caring.
Maple
My beautiful dog. An angel when sleeping Her happy meter
Her Tail The best Goodlooking Dog ever.
I love her from the moon and back. She is always cheering me up. Loves going to different places She runs to the Left And Right. Waiting for our return Her soft fur, And wet nose, Mischievous behavior, Always dirty paws , Loves to go for a walk, Barking all day long,
I love you Maple.
Puerto Rico
The best Island ever, Like a sapphire set in a silver sea. Home to many artists Bad Bunny Daddy Yankee Ricky Martin.
Perfect Beaches, Perfect Sunset, Perfect Habitat.
My home.
It calls my name when feeling lonely. You have been an excellent friendWarm salty breezes, Cobblestone roads of San Juan, jumping over the waves, eating ice cream.
“Ay bendito”, “El Yunque”, “La Islona”, “Boriqua” Beautiful waterfalls,
Puerto Rico, The best Island Ever!
Fernanda Barbosa
Determined. Friendly. Creative.
Ski day
8:00am skiing days: The alarm rings, Time to wake up.
9:00am time to start skiing!
Friends and family together, The cold breeze on our faces.
10:00am going down the ski slopes Riding up in the gondolas, Seeing mountains all around us.
12:00am finally time for lunch.
More than 10 people at one table, In the restaurant in the middle of the mountains.
1:00pm time to go back skiing!
Swooshhhh - the ski noise through the snow, Falling and getting up.
4:00pm time to get back to the hotel, Skiing all the way back, And finally taking the ski boots out.
5:30pm pool time! The cold weather With the hot water.
Unforgettable days
With lots of adventures With the best company ever!
Summer vacations
Days that were unforgettable,
Friends and family together, Disney days, Full of magic and adventures.
Whoooshhh! The sound of roller coasters going super fast Screams and laughter.
Splashing, From the water rides, Cool drops falling on us.
Hours and hours in the parks, Walking and laughing
Until the day was over.
Lights all around at night, Music playing everywhere, And memories we’ll never forget.
Henrique Lamounier
Low Cortisol. Athlete. Dedicated.
Taste of Vacation
Sunny morning, wide awake, A thousand plans race my mind. BIP BIP BIP goes my alarm, Warm sunlight on my face.
Quick breakfast and we’re heading offI almost forgot my backpack! In the car we’re hearing music and eating chips, Windows open, wind through my hair.
Finally we’re here!
I see my grandparents waiting on the porch, A smile on their faces.
After eating Grandma’s lunch, We run like cheetahs to the beach.
The hot sand touches my feet, The sound of the waves right ahead of us.
No time for relaxing: Let’s go take a swim! Play soccer ‘til the sun goes down, Churrasco and going to the pool, SPLASH! Under the setting sun.
When the world pauses
The world holds its breath as the ball settles on the lip of the cupa quiet, trembling pause.
The grass whispers under my shoes, each blade sharp with morning dew, cool air brushing against my neck like a secret I’m not ready to hear. My fingers remember the weight of the putter, metal chilled, steady as a promise, while my heartbeat drums louder than the wind.
The hole looks impossibly small now, a dark eye staring back, unblinking, daring me to finish what I started. I swing - soft, almost a thoughtand the ball R O L L S a slow confession across the green And into the hole.
Joana Marques
Confident. Swimmer. Competitive.
Advisory
Don’t wanna ever Get late for school: Only because My friends of Advisory Are cool.
My friends: My TBAG, My Advisory, My happiness. Without you guys I wound’t make it. I would’ve hated it
If we change next year, it will not be great. I will beg to come back And hope to make the difference.
We have a connection That other people wish for, That other people hope for, That other people dont have.
Plsease don’t change Not even for a day, Because I need you guys. Even as I count to five. My Advisory guys.
Mom
A place of truth, A place of happiness. Is when I’m with you. Even when it is a sad place.
You help me be me, you solve my problems, You help me be fine. Even if I’m Out of line.
You don’t give up, And list all day, When we have time It’s talking until 9:00.
Im really grateful For being here. Being my friend In all those years Seeing me grow On your lap Seeing me smile On my nap
I tell you everything Even the one I like, Because you are my mom, And you know things, Right?!
Júlia Fagundes Guglielmetti
Sweet. Intelligent. Determined.
More than you could ever know
You’re the noise in quiet days, the laugh I try to hide, I know you don’t show but you stay right by my side. We argue over nothing, turn small things into wars, but somehow end up laughing like we’ve done it all before. You’re part chaos, part comfort, a little wild, a little kind, and even when you drive me crazy, you’re always on my mind. No matter where life takes us, no matter how we grow, you’ll always be my brother, more than you could ever know.
Double Black Diamond
My heart beats faster, Stronger every second, Pumping in my chest.
Sweat streams Down my face And suddenly I feel hot Although covered in snow.
I turn down, Faster by each second, Gathering speed.
First turn to the right, Second to the left, Again to the right, And so I go.
The mountains, They keep on challenging me, But now there’s no turning back.
Holding on to my poles
Tightly
As if my life depends on it.
As I reach the base, I look up
At what my skis just rode me down.
Proud of myself, I skid to a halt
To meet my mother And give her a long, warm hug. I did it!
And I really did Ride my first double black diamond And I want to try Again.
Julia Queiroz
Nice. Intelligent. Determined.
We’ll never know
What if I took a wrong path In another country
With no google maps?
What if I had never gotten that piano
And started playing jazz?
What if I said no
In those many situations I could have avoided?
What if someone never gave me
A coloured pencil
To explore the art world?
What if I said yes
To giving my stuffed animal away
That I love best?
What if I had gotten lost
And could’t find my way back?
What if I acted
Only impulsively
With not a thought
About what comes next?
What if I had stood up for that girl
Who everyone abashed?
What if I had said no
To what made me feel uncomfortable?
What if I had stood up for myself
When I could’ve?
I guess we’ll never know.
Magical place
Even if so far She was only five
When her parents took her
To the farm
With her stuffed animal in One hand And courage In the other.
So far away from the city
So far away from what she was used to
So far away.
Although she quickly fell in love
Even if so far away.
With the chickens and chicks,
Roosters who woke her up every day.
The peacocks showing their feathers
And Geese who screamed Scaring her away.
Strays that lay
On a hot summer’s way. And most importantly, The endless orange trees
To her the most whimsical thing
Her eyes have foreseen.
Oh and how she loved getting lost...
Roaming around those trees, Laughing for hours
WIth her own made up scenes.
Of all her desires and dreams
Finding bugs and insects
Like butterflies and Ladybugs
The small ones
No one sees.
She also rode on her bike
With her older brother
Riding endless laps
Around trees
Stretching beyond sight.
But the time has passed
Now she comes less
To that magical place
With the endless land
Now the chickens and chicks hide in their pens
The rooster’s call is no longer to hence
The peacocks feather lie hidden
And the geese don’t want to prance
And the strays lay lonely
In the scorching sun
Taking over the place.
Now the plants are thriving
Spreading all over Fences and walls
Now the orange trees
Are the loneliest of all
There is no more echo
Of children’s giggles
Now it seems to be That the magical place Is not as whimsical As it was Before.
Determined. Caring. Great Friend.
Running
Running doesn’t mean leavingTurning your back to everything And just Disappearing.
It isn’t always escapesometimes it is movement, And sometimes It’s choosing to keep going anyway.
I ran through doubts, Through words that tried to stop me; Through everything That told me to stand still.
Even when it hurts, Even when you want to stopKeep going Because standing still feels worse.
So maybe I am still running But not away anymore I am running forward Even when I don’t know where I will end up.
Skiing
Standing on two steady sticks Going from Left To Right And Left to Right.
On the white fluffy blanket That covered the mountain. On this little left we have of this year.
Suddenly the blanket is frozen, The slope is icy and blue. It seems like a whole different path But soon it gets smooth.
A song in my head - my favorite one Replays again and again. Until we go down all the way.
The pattern replays For hours and hours. Until it’s time to go. Get inside because its too cold to go up and down one last time Because it’s too cold to continue Going up and down the enormous mountains.
Laura Pereira
Manuela Azevedo Delmazo
Between Waves and Thoughts
The wind blows my hair,
As I walk down the beach, With the hot sand, Scratching my feet, And the cold ocean, Reaching my toes.
The vibrate colors; Reflex in the water, As I say goodbye to the sun. I walk Sashay And sprint Reflecting on my whole life.
I catch myself thinking of him— how he moves
Determined. Leader. Passionate. through everything with ease, how his smile can light up quiet moments. His eyes stay with me, like the ocean stretching far and wide.
And I wonder—what if I…?
Will I go this way or that?
Do I say this or keep quiet?
SWOOSH SWOOSH The waves hum, The wind whispers his name, and the world feels full of possibilities.
The sun sinks low, And I follow its glow Into the night. Good night, my dreams.
What you dont see!
This year I grew into my own light, stronger, braver, ready to fight. I learned that the past can hurt sometimes, but it can also teach between the lines.
You can cry, or you can rise, find your strength, redefine your skies. Your story didn’t start out bright, but that doesn’t mean you can’t shine your light.
The words I held, the ones that stayed, ` little lessons that never fade. “Just keep swimming,” through the tide, and find the magic deep inside.
And if you’re reading this, please see— there’s something special in you, just like in me.
No matter the storms, how lost you feel, your dreams are valid, your heart is real.
You are stronger than you believe, more than the doubts you may perceive. So stand up tall, don’t let it dim— your light was never meant to be hidden.
So shine bright. Always.
Maria Eduarda Rossi Diederichsen
Passionate. Inteligent. Determined.
Texas
Texas, The most special place On earth.
Full of memories and moments, Like having my first crush, Going to a Sabrina Carpenter show, And Really cool rodeos!
It’s hot like the sun, could even cook you alive!
The food, The environment, The vibes!
The bluebonnets smell like a Sweet But Citric fruit.
I like to think that… Everyday is a prefect day To have frozen yogurt With the Texas heat!
When my mom, Drives by Bucee’s I yell and tell her “ Hit the brakes, can we have Bucee’s!?”
She love to have Bucee’s Whenever she can! “Screch!” Of course we can!”
I know that Texas will forever Be my special place!
Canes
Canes, Tastes better than KFC, Tastes better than Tacobell, Tastes better than Mcdonalds!
The smooth sauce on The top of a chicken finger With fries and one slice Of texas toast!
The car goes” scratch” in the drive thru As we pick up our not warm But… Hot food with cokes And lemonades!!!
Canes may be second overall But, the memories of trying
It for the first time are Very precious to me!
Nicholas Ribeiro
Cold. Leader. Intelligent.
Miracles Happen
7th vs 8th: Underdogs against kings. We NEED to avoid defeat
As the 8th graders pile the pressure, We prevail.
Save after saveMore than 7 already! Only 4 minutes in I send a pass to Luiz With the tip of his foot… 1-0
The court erupts: We have HOPE! We believe!
Another massacre of shots-
I make stops that look impossible. He turns around and shouts
‘’It won’t go in!’’ I feel like a king, More than 28 saves. But a deflection changes everything... 1-1.
2:15 minutes to go HOLD ON! They are restless I continue my unbelievable game. As i catch the ball in the dying 3 seconds I kick it.
The ball goes over their advanced keeper The buzzer sounds...
BUZZ!
The ball goes in! 2-1
I go nuts! I point to her Make the heart.
I can’t believe it! When no one believed We prevailed. 3 shots, 2 goals 33 shots, 1 goal We won We made history!
YOU
I love you. You know that, But sometimes it isn’t enough. How lucky I am to have you; Still, people ask me why… They don’t see the true you: The girl I love.
The one who wants to change the world, The one with a heart of gold. Marvelous at all times While holding your hand
The whole world seems to fade I see nothing but you I think of nothing but you.
You make me smile When I want to cry You make me laugh Even when sorrow is all I have
Joy fills me when I see you Sadness when I don’t Time flies with you Time crawls without
The light of my life
A smile that lights up any room A look that shares 1,000 words
The one that makes me dazzle I love you
Manu Delmazo
Paula Romero
Thoughtfull. Creative. Friendly.
Old keys wont open new doors
Old keys won’t open new doors, No matter how hard you try. Twist them, force them-it doesn’t matter They won’t fit in.
Like proof of where you have been, You carry them in your pocket, One by one shaped by different memories, Not letting go of what was, Not accepting what is.
In chapters you’ve closed before, Leave them where they belong, Because who you are becoming Needs keys you’ve never held before.
Summer is here
I felt the warm breeze blow, And breathed the sunscreen scent. Days like those seemed to stretch, As if they never meant to end.
Barefoot in the rocky sidewalk, Bikes thrown in the bright green grass, We chased the fading daylight, And begged the hours to last.
Never looked at the clock once, But now summer fades like distant months. The sun may still feel the same, But I know summers in Miami never fade.
Little me
As I cheer when I win a board game, As I order the kids plate, As I stay up watching movies with my dad, I realize I’m still a little me.
As I run to my mom when things fall apart, As I sleep with stuffed animals close, As I draw until my anger fades, I realize I’m still a little me.
Maybe she walks beside me, Maybe I’m still her. Time may have taken years away, But I’m still a little me.
Pierre Chofard
Athletic. Determined. Smart.
The final minute
Pheeeeeeep!
The whistle blows and it’s the start of the game. My team gets the ball’s possession by but it then bounces back; My mouth becomes a desert while anxiety rockets up!
I try to focus and do my best; This team now has to qualify!
First attack of the game: Opponent team with the ball.
He dribbles past my teammate and now; it’s my turn to defend!
With all my might, With all my time, I defend the goal against this giant! I continue and continuPheeeeeep!
Half time! Half Time!
Pheeeeeep!
The second half begins. Our chance to change the tables come to stand!
Our attacker is with the ball Just when they thought: dribble coming into sight; A majestic T O
UCH comes to light!
My teammate now launches towards the goalie!
As all the team runs: towards the goalie to help: while anxieties’ bursting through our souls!
My teammate comes to shoot,
My hearts bouncing and my legs hurting, My mind bursting and my instincts jumping..
As the last seconds of the game come into my sight. He shoots!
The goalie jumps, While wind follows him floating through the air! The wall goes on, his palms touching the ball...
Oh no, I think!
Just as he’s going to catch, The ball enters the net
The second after the goal, I hear: Pheeeeeep! We won!
The Cycle of Despair
In the midst of the tides, In the midst of the night, Kisses from the valley come to be spread tonight
By the night, A “perfect” couple enters the lore, Staying and kissing by the sea’s shore.
Some who loved them start to “hate”, But the majority starts to love,
But in the full sum; They’re the definition of nice and fun
At english they read, While holding hands they are seen. Friends start to joke and play from the stories they’re told,
And from all the stories they’ve been shown Even though the jokes spread, So does the couple’s love infect
Colleagues cheer and try to help, Trying to move forward the time where the couple will enter in despair Knowing that the inevitable
shall one day come to this pair
So they try to live it before the couple’s despair
One night the teenage gets caught cheating with the girl’s best friend, And that’s the end of the time where people cheered and shared
The jokes become stones and the group feels the hardness of the couple’s tears.
Just when everyone is starting to continue their lives and forget about despair,
In the midst of the tides, In the midst of the night, Kisses from the valley come to be spread that night…
They kiss and kiss, And after that friends start to cheer,
But few start to notice this cycle of despair; In exchange for the knowledge and all their friendship and sympathy; They feel the steps of all the love and hating, As they understand the ones who “hated” the previous pair more and more until suddenly: They’re the ones to “hate” the idea of a new couple as they know it all ends in: The Cycle of Despair...
Rafael Soares
Low Cortisol. Sports. Fun.
Game Over
When I come home, I just wanna chill, alone. I started playing video games. I remember I need to do homework, But I don’t do it—it’s so lame.
Time passes by, Like a bird cutting through the sky. 1 hour has passed, It was so fast.
DING DONG! My parents are home.
H What will I do? They enter my room And see the homework leftover. Then I understand: It’s game over.
Beggining of the day
Morning slips in, quiet Light passing through my face. The ceiling fades from dark to gold, As if the sun is painting me awake. I stretch to the Left, And to the Right. The day is calling my name.
The air feels fresh, Cool as a light breeze, And for a secondBefore noise, before rushI just exist.
The world is waking up At the same time as me.
Roberto Liu
Low Cortisol. Athlete. Loyal.
Focused
There’s nothing like the drop, Edge humming, wind cutting past, The mountain F A L L I N G away.
The park comes up fast, I spot the rail in an instant….
I tell myself to commit. I carry speed into the lip, Snap off the tail, And in the air, something’s off… I don’t spin enough, I miss… Over, And over.
Five tries in, Something clicks, It’s not luck but timing, I land balanced Slide off clean.
Home
We pull into our long driveway. I recognized it right away.
I’m home..
After six long months in Brasil, It still feels the same.
The moment the front door opens, I’m already inside. I walk around, Taking it all in.
It feels good to be back… Simple as that.
But it doesn’t last. Two weeks fly by, Hanging out with friends and having fun.
Then it’s time to go. I don’t want to go. Not yet.
But I pack my bag anyway, Knowing I’ll be back soon.
Stefano Roy Cool. Dreamer. Gamer. Futsal.
Birthday Trip
In 10 days i have my birthday trip
Which will be awesome.
I will meet my best friend
In Frankfurt-we will go to Disney Paris
We will have the best time ever
While eating the best sweets
Having discounts on things
And getting a badge that says Its my birthday today
Im excited to see what ill receive
From my friends, cousins
And everyone else that i know
In my never ending life.
Fast & Furious
Fast & Furious has one of my favourite Actors ever dominic toretto
I have watched all of them
From number 1 to number 10
And hoping if there Was ever going to be an 11th
One to add to my watchlist.
Théo Nunes Giarola
Outstanding. Natural Leader. Friendly.
(Cat)astrophe
Around the house
Under the couch
It’s cat after cat.. after cat…
cat fur everywhere, in your eyes or in your clothes but i dont want to stay one second away from these cats...
Furry delights begging for food scratching every single piece of furniture But this one here.. Is real cute
I see them everywhere, Zooming through the halls Even when i close my eyes “Meow!”
Its truly a (cat)astrophe Around the house.
Way of Life
Some might think Life is the final step, But I couldn’t ever know.
Some might think Life is purposeless But I still couldn’t ever know.
Yet all these questions Have answers clear as water I don’t know them But I know someone who does!
GOD
An amazing being, Our creator, Our savior But id say “amazing” Might not be enough To describe his greatness.
Everlasting emotions with him I feel invincible An all loving god But for me, He is my path to greatness My way of life.
