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7th Grade Memories by Robinson, Arianna
7th grade by Zhang, Ting
Alone in my Pain by Anthony Figueroa 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Intoxication by Celine Figueroa 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Seeking Hope by Alexandros Carellas 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Reprehensible by Garrett Murtagh 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
My Best by Juan Torres 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Influence by Christian Cepeda 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Fear of the Unknown by Johanny Espinal 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Hope by Allen Argueta 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Accountability by Toi Ruiz 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
There's HOPE by Juliet Rosa 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Who Am I by Toi Ruiz 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Trapped in Pain by Allison Hoyle 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
So Pretty by Brandon Serrano 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Lonely by Stephanie Herrera 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Darkness by Jacqueline Arias 7th grade by Munich, Lynette
Guilty by Julitza Torres-7th grade by Munich, Lynette
A mom, written when i was in the 7th grade by Lineberger, Jessica
Haikus (Poems from 7th Grade #8) by Amato, Colin

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Gathering Dust

It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal             *
His soft style, hair neatly combed, engrossed in reading poetry…
Pubescence slumped around me, nodding off, slowly being lulled...
Young minds. filled with clutter, gathering dust, from ancient stories

With glittering eyes, he read each verse                 *    *
The soft, eager voice, that stroked each word…
He would wait, on occasion, to look around the room  *
With wistful hope, I would suppose, to reach one heart, one soul

At the start of the class, I had been watching the clock
But, as I sat more enraptured, time just seemed to stop…
I turned the pages, one by one …and slowly fell in love

The beauty of old words, drifted through the stuffy air
Like the gathering of dust motes, glittered, hanging in suspension
Filtered in the angled light, of the afternoon’s warm detention
Sun filtered through window glass,…while voice of bliss droned on…. 

My heartbeat sped, with growing passion
I restrained my hands from reaching,… grabbing                 *
To catch each word, and keep them captive…
Dust motes, and words, were spinning around                             *
I was head over heels…for my substitute teacher…
I was head over heels for an old man named Longfellow….
Thirteen years old, I loved two older men….

Fell in love with the classics,....on a mid-day afternoon
                  While gathering dust, and the magic of words

For the Contest: "Gathering Dust"
Sponsored by John Lawless

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

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A letter

I wrote you a letter, 
and then another letter,
and another, and another,
until I wrote you a word. 

So I wrote you a word,
and then another word, 
and another, and another, 
until I wrote you a sentence. 

So I wrote you a sentence, 
and then another sentence, 
and another, and another, 
until I wrote you a letter. 

I hope it finds you as I found you. 

Yours truly, 
Yours, truly.

Copyright © Sophie Wilson | Year Posted 2018

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The empty words

 Desperate.. how can you be with someone and not love them. Desperate.. your heart is empty. Are you lonely? Desperate.. is it true? A shallow word? An empty meaning? Desperate..Desperate..Desperate, is it a rumor, the spread of words that ruin lifes. Am i invisable? I'm here. Standing in front of you. Maybe my glasses are blocking your view. I can change.. I'm not desperate. I'm in love, but then again what is love? An empty word. An empty meaning.. A rumor? 

a poem by LeannW.Brown 

Copyright © Stephanie Ward | Year Posted 2018

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What am I

No one has seen me,
They have looked. 
So long I've waited,
So long I've hooked,
A piece of my soul,
To drops of loneliness;
A piece of my soul,
To lines of deadlines.

The rain is falling,
Water drowns the room.
The sky has waited,
For our certain doom.
To bring us down,
And clean the world,
Of those who were worth this,
And those who weren't.

I am stuck inside my mind,
No one around, I'm left behind.
Left in the dark, being consumed,
Of what is gone, of what is blue.

No one has seen me,
They have looked,
So long I've held on,
So long I've hooked,
A piece of me,
For what I atone,
So what I really am,
Is I'm alone.

Copyright © Amily Watson | Year Posted 2018

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At 13 Only Feeling Shame

At 13 Only Feeling Shame

At 13 a child,her innocence by two taken
Teenage years should,have had  been fun
Instead, begining to the end , life forsaken
And her first year,away she tried to run

At 13,as an adult she was forced to become
When she first learned,to how hide her shame
While away from herself, she wanted to run
Away from sorrow,away from the blame

At 13,was an important lifetime  milestone
A year as a teen, memories were to be pure
Other's faults, she would claimed as her own
Missing her youth, she could never recapture

At 13 feelings felt, no one ever  should
Told she was the devils daughter, no good
To mold a young mind,it became her belief

Man's pleasure her reasoning, to be on earth
So many secrets, all she forever had to keep
One more thing, to tally up as her true worth
Never once to speak on it ,not one peep

Internalizing it all, keeping all to herself
Innocent child,backed up against a wall
Fear,unloved,loathing added to feelings wealth
Trusting none,just wanting to end it all

One year at 13, longest in life to ever live
A day felt a week,a week a month ,a minute an hour
A year felt like, her life she would  give
Yet at 13, she learned survival was her power

All of this in just one year!
At 13 her first teenage year!

Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018

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Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, 
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth, 
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess 
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! 
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, 
Giving me strength erect against her hate. 
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. 
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state, 
I stand within her walls with not a shred 
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. 
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, 
And see her might and granite wonders there, 
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand, 
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

Copyright © Lucia Vellen | Year Posted 2018

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Here in the Night

Here in the Night the animals are running.
The wind is howling at the moon, urging theses creatures on.
They’ve been running for hours they don’t have a sense of it. 
Cause what they’ve been through has stripped them from their feeling of identity. 
Running as one. Dying as one. 
The snow beneath their feet mocking them with it’s stillness. 
Here in the night they are trampling each other.
If one cannot keep up they die. Simple. 
Whether they are shot or trampled.  
Trying not to think, just running for freedom. 
Easier said than done. 
These “filthy dogs” are dropping like flies. 
Thinking of all they have endured made them to go on.
Being controlled by a bell.
Being beaten to death.
Seeing loved one’s beaten to death. 
Being given rations of food, barely enough to survive.  
All give them the strength to persist. 
Here in the night these bodies are lying in snow not even caring.
Demoralized, weak, and contemplating whether or not to die.
Here in the darkness of night it is now April 11th. 
They realized that they are to be saved. 
They cared not of family or revenge.
Their only care was to rid themselves of this form they had taken and to gain strength with a piece of bread. 
The night has changed these specimens. 
The night has changed others. 
The night has changed me. 
The denouement of there journey was that a miracle had allowed them to survive.
These animals.
These “filthy dogs”
These specimens. 
These humans.

Copyright © Daphne Edwards | Year Posted 2018

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Ode To My Rescue Dog

Found alone and scared on the streets of LA
A kill shelter is where she would stay

Sitting alone and cold in the dark
Nobody around to hear her bark

Until Jolene came to save the day
A nice rescue is where she would now stay

Villalobos Rescue put her on TV
Two years later, Louise brought her to me

Syndee Lou now sleeps in a warm cozy bed
All the bad memories are now gone from her head

I love her because she is cute, smart and funny
She likes to play ball with my other dog Gunny

Pit bulls have gotten such bad raps
All my dogs do is lick and take naps

Puppies are cute, but training's not fun
Getting a rescue dog is the best thing I've done

By: Josh Albertson
7th grade
Mrs McMurry

Copyright © Josh Albertson | Year Posted 2014

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Women In My Circle

I received this in my email this morning, and wanted to share it with everyone:

Girls in my Circles

When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.
One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom.

Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your
children and their activities.
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,'
Another , 'Let's fight together,'
Another , 'Let's walk away together.'
One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair
pulled back,
Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself .
Those are your best friends.
It may all be wrapped up in one woman, but for many, it's wrapped up in
One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
A couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbor,
On others, your sisters, some days your sister-in -law,
And on some days, your daughters.

Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009

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Nameless Lad

He last had a pal in the 7th grade,
 They shared a class from the 1st grade.
 And together, for Home Economics,
 they were always late.
 But the seventh grade showed up, in its
 claws it held their un-anticipated fate.

 For death's heartless might had
 snatched away the pal's dear moter,
 The lad watched as he packed the
 boots that both their feet knew.
 Off he went to unknown horizons.
 "I will write", is all he said.
 And so, at the post office,
 the lad became a familiar face.
 "He never forgot me", he convinces
 his lonely self everyday.

 The 12th grade is his current stop.
 He recently acquired a harmless infection-hope.
 So, while he dejectedly kicks innocent pebbles
 in the streets he's quite hopeful that the other lad, his pal,
 will write..........or maybe tweet.

 Word has it, though, that the pal was
 seen somewhere.
 He was wearing a black suit...
 Word has it also that he couldn't make a conversation.
 Instead of his trademark smile,
 solemnity had found a home in his face.
 There he was, stone dead.

 "Maybe, just maybe, he will write",
 thinks the nameless lad as he kicks a
 couple of innocent pebbles while he threads
 on one rugged path towards home.

 And tomorrow he's going to the post office.

Copyright © Cebelihle Mbuyisa | Year Posted 2013

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Reprehensible by Garrett Murtagh 7th grade

From the perspective of the main character...

Regrettable decision that I made
Early in my life.
People calling me murderer.
Regretting that terrible day.
Everyday I look at my peers,
Having to lie to them. Secretly knowing...
Everyone knows I am hurting. I'm
Not really okay!
Still hating myself!
I can't look at myself!
Behavior slowly changing...
Incredible pain!
Living through that terrible
Event everyday.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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7th Grade Memories

Wandering aimlessly throughout dim halls
As babble spills from around the corner.
Then there’s the knife in the drawer, it calls
For a slit of my throat with no torture. 

Eating lacks its former comfort and joy
When salty tears roll down onto your plate
Due to the disdain they’ll always employ
It crushes the chest like a giant weight 

Struggling to bear my life’s burden alone 
While grief breaks what’s left of my withered soul.
Until a blissful day written in stone
Shows me as a diamond pressed from hard coal 

Perhaps that moment will sooth my distress 
I’ll return to my departed finesse 

Copyright © Arianna Robinson | Year Posted 2015

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Inside the Heart (Poems from 7th Grade #4)

Many scientists know that there are many parts of the heart 
From the four valves to the aorta,
It is a beautiful thing 
But there are many parts of the heart that not everyone knows about
There is lots of wisdom that fills it
It makes you figure things out easily 
Love is another main part 
It is the life force of everything 
It helps you to find friends 
And to love others with respect 
Now you know, that the hear isn't just a muscle 
It's a machine of love and power.

Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2010

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Preyed upon Victim

I’m sure you don’t remember me
Yet forever branded upon my memory is your evil spree
I was far from your only victim
You and your pack bullying ever so gruesome 

You first noticed me in the 7th grade
Only late in high school did your interest fade

I was vulnerable
The sight of you made me fearful
I was admittedly awkward
Emotionally, you sent me needlessly backward

I only wanted a chance to grow
To let my emotions openly flow
I gave no thought to living amongst a foe

I was overweight, too smart for my own good
I had few friends, none from my hood
Even few in band with whom I played
Each confrontation with you, my mind further decayed

I played the flute
It was my only voice, the other having become mute

My best friend looked like me, dressed like me
She was smart like me
You called us gay when we were straight
Bullying with so much hate

You bark ‘shut up’ whenever I begin to speak
Treating me as if a freak
Your text messages make me sob
Unraveling inside, I become increasingly macabre

You cause me to feel isolated, alone
Depressed I lie in my bed, prone
Feeling hopeless, is this my destiny
My life – so empty, I stare blankly 

I think about cutting 
As my emotions are convulsing

I didn’t deserve the anger cast upon me
What was wrong with me
Why did you choose me
Will I ever be set free

You made me sick, I began to pray
Yet it was I who had become a preyed upon victim
Now, just two years later
From a bench in Washington Square Park
I recall those days ever so dark

I hoped you were in jail so you could inflict hurt no more
I wished you the sadness you had made my personal lore
I soon found your story and trembled fiercely as I read:

The body of Dylan Robinson, a 20 year old man, was found among the ashes of a seven story high rise in the Hunt’s Point section of the Bronx this morning at 2AM. 

Mr. Robinson lived in the building with his mother.  The unemployed auto mechanic died of asphyxiation resulting from a fire that started in a neighbors apartment.  Firemen on the scene cite Mr. Robinson for his heroism in saving the lives of Dom and Maria Cromartie, ages 5 and 4.

Mr. Robinson passed both children to a fireman positioned on a ladder outside a fourth story window.  As Robinson passed the children to the fireman, the floor collapsed, consuming him in flame not to be seen alive again.

Of Mr. Robinson, the fireman said, “Strangely he smiled as he passed the children to me, as if unaware of his danger.  As I motioned him to step onto the ladder he said something just as the floor gave way beneath him.  I don’t know what he meant, but he said, “one good deed”, then he perished.”

Mr. Robinson’s father is in prison for domestic violence and armed robbery.  His mother, unemployed and a reputed alcoholic survived the blaze and is resting comfortably in Bronx Lebanon Hospital.  

Trembling harder, gasping, as if again 12 and he with me
I see something in this moment I had not seen before

He endured pain at least equal to mine own
His response to the mayhem of his life was to bully others 

I don’t condone his chosen course 
Yet I now have perspective from an unexpected source
That in itself is a joyous revelation 
My sense of self experiencing rapid elevation
Relieved, overjoyed, I scream - It wasn’t me
It was never me, I was convenient, nothing more

I stop trembling, breathing steadier
A chapter in my life’s book quietly closing
I now realize, both he and I were  
Preyed upon victims

Copyright © Anson Decker | Year Posted 2017

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Darkness by Jacqueline Arias 7th grade

It's dark in this room.
    No light to shine.
No one to say hi
    but I'm filled with fright.

No one can see
    The fright inside of me
but the darkness is spreading
    all around me.

There is no future.
    Neither a past.
The present is here
    but it won't last.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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Fear of the Unknown by Johanny Espinal 7th grade

I'm hiding inside
     the fear of 
being misunderstood. 
The sky would turn gray.

Fear of the unknown
   Fear of confusion
My fears blind me....
to the
          to hope.

Fear of the good.
  Fear of the bad.
So let me think....
   what else 
  do I fear?

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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Accountability by Toi Ruiz 7th grade

Count on yourself!
Can't take anyone else's responsibilities.
Only you can!
Understand why you should
Not make
The mistake
Andy made by driving drunk.
B.J. should have driven that night
If Andy was so drunk.
Learn from your mistakes and bad choices.
If you do not
Then the same will happen to

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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Influence by Christian Cepeda 7th grade

Intoxication.....good or bad?
Not good if you're intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol. My
Future is important to me. Young ones,
Little ones, old ones. The
United States should be drug and alcohol free,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
No one should ever do drugs or become intoxicated.
Change can happen but it starts with you!
Everyone can make a difference.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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Summer Colors

Some colors in summer
I miss them a lot 
Like shade, grass, sky
And sunlight, warm or hot
Stuck in 7th grade library 
I type what I want
Like my tank-tops and shorts
It calls to me in my mind
It calls me like a taunt
How badly I want summer
To tell winter good-bye
With my summer colors 
Like shade, grass, and sky

Copyright © Shay Funk | Year Posted 2010

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What I Will and Won't Miss

What I will miss the most,
Is seeing my friends everyday.
Not being in the  same class,
Not being able to even say, "Hey."

I won't miss seeing some of the jerks. 
The people will not be named,
I won't miss all of the homework though,
I think that it's pretty lame.

I don't mean to offend anybody,
But seriously, I AM DONE!
7th grade, I'm on my way,
So watch out here I come!!

~Alexis R.

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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your a special teacher

A Special Teacher
Teachers come and go
but every so often one comes along
that you'll always remember
one who makes learning an adventure...
and who can still remember
what it's like to be young
and growing up...
the kind who can make you
want to be the very best you can be...
Someone you can really talk to,
who really cares
what happens to you...

That person is YOU!

Miss Benavides (my 7th grade language arts teacher)
Mr. Gonzalez (my 8th grade math teacher)

Copyright © audrey castaneda | Year Posted 2010

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Misconception of Misery

It only started as a misconception, a misunderstanding
then like grass fed rain, it grew...grew into this
A eulogy, maybe this could be it
about you? For once, this is about me
How can it can it be?
Dreaming, a dreamer am I
I've been dreaming since I was five
What age am I? 13?
Sorry, I felt like I was just a little older
I've had a rough life to live through
Lately I've been on edge, a steady step away
from jumping headfirst off a bridge, off a ledge; yeah
My life, a disarray of scattered promises
some broken, some kept
Emptiness, sorrow; all I seem to understand
everything has swept under me too fast
and I have nothing to hold onto to help me stand
Help me, I'm stuck on a roller coaster
I've had to teach myself how to react, how to attack
how to be stronger than me
while an unconscious thought screams, "WHERE'S MY DAD AT?"
but unknown training left me to mimic
the things I've seen on TV or the reality set before
Chameleon boy
and where are my parents: working and away
Unknown and unheard of has my father been 
till I was out of kindergarten
No one told me anything yet again I asked no questions
maybe I was just too young to understand
like a good boy, I just fell in line
while the innocence took over, leaving the oblivion
and my mother..somehow I've found 3 more women to call mom
They've treated me as part of their pack, their family
while in my own home, I'm the black sheep
while in my own home, I'm the outcast
When did home turn into high school part 2?
I shouldn't have to teach myself anything
I shouldn't have to change colors to satisfy anyone
so why do I feel I need to be a rainbow to be noticed
cause I'm so sick of being clear, of being me
How can it be, how can it be?
All I've ever known up until 4th grade was knowledge
knowledge only got me so far
I didn't know the stage beyond friend
I didn't know how to make friends, how to be one
Socially awkward, is this my disease
Misguided and divided I am
Is this what all Geminis face or is it just me
Did I remind her so much of my father
that my punishment is to live in my island of a room
and never return to shore
Everyone wonders why I'm the odd one, why I'm the distant one
why not since I know I'll never be enough
I know I've been more than a little harsh
I might have everything all wrong
but have you ever been taken away from your father
kicking and screaming while he stands defeated
switched between parents, back and forth
switched between states, off and on for years on end
Growing up yet you are absolutely oblivious
the only thing you know to be true is the sky is blue
the only thing you know to be true is the one place you hate
From 4th grade on, I've been a vortex
spiraling down, becoming gradually worse 
guess where I'm bordering now
In 5th grade, a poor reaction from confused feelings
lead to a breakdown and a halting of tears I couldn't stand
6th grade, I was a walking time bomb
fueled by rage, quelled by romance but all was fleeting
all I saw was red
All my judgments went so poorly
and every other day I hadn't the strength to move on
almost becoming a part of the in-crowd
that little kid dream of fitting in
Isn't it fun, caring so much while losing yourself ends friendships
funny, I never wanted to leave that year behind
I had my childhood friends, a girlfriend
I knew these people for years, I was content
until I went home, packed my bags
not breathing a word of goodbye
giving up everything it took years for me to have
whisked away to a new life
a new life I want nothing apart of 
7th grade, what a maze
I stood on my heels, pacing, a loser
Fitting in with people I know I'll never see again
showing a side of me I never knew existed
while becoming confused with a different attitude
towards this new life I've been chosen to live
education still my dictator
but that summer changed everything
I grew into myself, making new friends along the way
somehow I was someone everyone claimed to love
8th grade is where my life started, apparently my best year
Popularity, I reached my goal; I was thinking for myself
finally feeling like I was more than a face
but everything fell apart too quickly
Everywhere I looked up, we had to pack and move
there was too many questions and stress
while I just wanted to survive the year yet I survived nothing
Like my walls, I withered and crumbled
Why must I always be taken away from the things
the things I love the most
It's like breathing in cancer to remember
so I try to forget but I meet irreplaceable people
yet I know we'll grow of touch
Life just loves to see me suffer
Insanity is just sitting there, laughing away
while music tries to calm me down
with the aid of friends, the people I've come to know and love
and the one I'm chasing after
Somehow through the dark clouds
I find beauty in the unseen life of the world
I care too much, fall too hard, love too seriously
I try to be more than myself when I really just want to
I admit I'm selfish yet selfless
This life has proven an obstacle I cannot conquer
My heart is strong but my bones are weak
I think too much
and all I've been through just made me older
just made me wish for a better life
wish for something beyond this
yet I just needed some relief tonight
from my shattered wasteland of uncharted feelings
Let the waves calm to halt and the sunset fall
A tale for time to read and weep for the misery

Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016

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Black (Poems from 7th Grade #2)

What is Black?
Black is the thunder in the sky
Clashing against the clouds
It's the black liquorish 
That you get from the store
It's the smoke rising from the fire
Black is quiet 
As the silent night 
Black is the bat in cave
It's wings fluttering 
It's the ghost in the house 
Moaning and wailing in sorrow
Black is the chocolate 
You get from Baskin Robins 
Black is the coffee you get from Starbucks
It's the air you feel through your hands 
It's the black cat 
That crosses your street 
Black is the panther 
that walks through the jungle 
Black makes you lonely 
Black makes you sad 
Black starts death 
Black marks evil 
Black is the evil 
That hurts the world 
That is what Black is.

Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2010

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Alone in my Pain by Anthony Figueroa 7th grade

I'm in pain
I feel alone
and when I cry
tears fall like rain.

When I leave my love
it hurts inside
and when you're not around me
I feel alone.

When I call you 
it feels like you're next to me
and when I hang up
I cry because you're not there.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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Guilty by Julitza Torres-7th grade

I feel so guilty.
I'm going to get caught.
The fear lives inside me.
It's something I'll never do again.

I feel so guilty.
It was bad.
I'm so worried,
I'm gonna get caught.

I feel so guilty.
I say I'm good
but deep down, I'm not.
I'm gonna get caught.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012