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Best Poems Written by Sheila Cooperman

Below are the all-time best Sheila Cooperman poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Cringy Liberal

This poem is written by a 12 year old writer. I am only the teacher

 Cringy liberal
Waves hands
Yells
Screams about feminist issues
Talks about Bernie Sanders
Talks about legalizing weed
Gets offended easily
Yells about their self diagnosed PTSD and Claustrophobia
Tells you that you are a terrible person and compares you to Joseph Stalin or some other dictator.
Screams at you for not being vegan
Tells you that socialism is a good idea
You tell her that The Nazi’s were socialists
Liberal stutters and doesn’t know w
hat to say.
Finally says a really bad comeback
You tell the liberal to stop talking and that she’s irritating
You tell them that you don’t want to talk to them anymore
Liberal keeps yelling
Liberal tells everyone you know that you’re a terrible person and makes up some lies about you
You talk to your friends
Your friends believe the liberal
They stop talking to you
They ignore you
Basically what happened to me like two weeks ago

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Hope

This is written by a 12 year old student who did not get comments last time :(
Please comment, be positive to this budding writer. I am the teacher.
Palindrome Poem  Read top down and bottom up

Hope
LL-12 years

There is no hope in life
It is a lie when you say
everything is going to be okay
It won't

Everything turns out bad in the end
Or you are being built up to be torn down
Love is a lie, 
happiness is a game
friends are the pawns
so don't think
You will find a way out

it all happens for a reason
tears come with every smile
that is when it matters
so when you have hope
be ready to get it all taken away
Don't
Turn back

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Recipe For Procrastination

This poem is not written by me. It is written by a 12 year old 
student who has writers in her family. I'm just the teacher.

Recipe

Start by pouring a pound of Netflix in a bowl
Add a sprinkle of marshmallows
Place one phone into the bowl
Please note, the phone must have Snapchat
Stir slowly

In another bowl
Mix a bushel of homework
Let that sit and rise
Drizzle chores on top
Stir cautiously

Mix together roughly
On a cookie sheet
place down one screwed child

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Dance

This was really written by 12 year old DH. I am submitting under my name
I am the teacher and take no credit

Dance

Heads turning with emotions showing
Shoulders show moods and sass
Arms reaching, screaming out to you
Heart pumping with base and moves
Legs with lace flowing
Shoes sell style

Dance

Fast and slow
Bright and Dark
Looking within

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Sadness and Happiness

This poem is really written by the student VK/11 yrs. Read top down and then bottom up

Death destruction and despair
Destroying
Families and friends
Vanquish hope
Never
Say I love you
Always
Be sad
Do not
Be free
Hopelessness and poverty
Take over
The world
You will rule
Nothing
Dissipate the word
Happiness

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Where Does Poetry Hide

This is a student poem- submitted under my name. I take no credit except for pushing the form.

Author- VK 11 years old
Where does poetry hide?
For, having poetry alone is a privilege upon itself
By what means do we use to draw it out?

Is it under a bookshelf, once extraordinary, now forgotten?
Perhaps under your pillow, like your tooth,
your most treasured possession?

Is it discarded, but only to be recycled into something new?

And why, do we perhaps treasure those that are hiding anywhere?

To bask in its beauty, like the rays of the morning sun?
Or to understand, to ponder,
to answer questions otherwise known to none?

To read for pleasure and fun, to drag through it,
just to say you're done?

Where does poetry hide?

For it could be anywhere,
In a desk, in a book, in a shoe, in a school,

And what will happen when we find it?

Will we treasure it always, never let it go?

Will we read it for the sake of reading, 
Will we share it for everyone to know?

Will we show the world God's gift to man,
A hidden treasure, anywhere, for you to find it?

Where does poetry hide, the answer is now evident.

It is anywhere and everywhere, for you to discover, 
for poetry is everything.

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Red Pen

This is written by a 13 year old in my class. I am the teacher, she is the writer

When I was younger, I'd read too much.
Too many pages of too many plots,
Too many characters and too many thoughts.
Too many books, poems, articles, and such.
Too many things for my interest to get caught.

I'd write too, always something new
I'd work like a bee but could never agree
On how to start the sentence
Or what the name of the character would be
Or whether it was raining there or had already rained
If the main character was sad and the man mad
Or everyone lived happily

I sit there, 
writing it all with a pencil
the words may have had potential
but it would take me ten tries to turn it in
and once the teacher would read it, she would want me to share
I'd only stand there turning my hair, and hoping
Hoping for the paper to tear

But when I'd finalize in all in red pen
my words would be a bear in authority with all its mass
and all the things I'd never be able to say in class

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Cancer

This poem was written by a middle schooler. Please comment with kindness. I am only the teacher.

Cancer

My third eye would see a world without cancer
Yes, there are worse things in the world, hunger and war
But they all have an answer
Not so much for cancer, which just takes and takes more
War ends

Cancer just tends
To the fire of loneliness in a patient's heart
The tart
Sour taste of despair
Skin that's much too fair
Limbs to thin to bear
Falling down
A constant frown
On the face that lacks positivity
Because there is positively
No hope
No rope
To grab on to
My third eye would see a world without cancer




Cancer gave me a new color scheme

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Summer

I am only the teacher. These are the wonderful poems
 by my wonderful kids. The authors are 11 and 12 years old,
JB, and JH.

Summer

In the summer, waves are crashing
In the summer, sun is dazzling
Summer is that time of year
Summer will just make you cheer

Water sparkles in the light
S'mores are crackling in the night
Summertime is just so fun
Enough fun for everyone

Shorts and t-shirts all day long
The warm weather can't go wrong
Skies are blue and clouds galore
Flowers into bloom, much more

Ice cream on a waffle cone
Flavors always in the zone
Sunsets, painting in the sky
When summer ends, I just ask why?

In the summer, waves were crashing
In the summer, sun was dazzling
Summer was that time of year
Summer was just making me cheer

Water sparkled in the night
S'mores were crackling in the night
Summer time was just so fun
Enough fun for everyone

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The Stars

I do not take ownership of this writing. I simply let my students write. The author is 11 years old. JB

The Stars
When I look up at the stars at night
Sitting all lonely and shining bright
I think about the day I had
Whether I've been good or bad

I think about the work I've done
Whether the day was boring or so much fun
I think about the people I've seen
Whether I've been good or mean

Day after day, I think and think
And the stars just listen and blink