Original Poems by Writing the Essay Students

Seen Through Rain

By Nathaniel S.

The clouds of color cream turned grim

And grey and covered up the sky.

And as the rain poured from on high,

A car sped swiftly by. With limb

Of light it pierced the drumming sheets

Of rain that hid the road ahead.

The whirling wheels spun water, red

Refracting, in the air. Where meets

The water and the glass the wi-

Pers swiveled furiously. With mist

Aswirl behind, the car was lost

From view against the rain-filled sky.

When the Sun is All But Bright

Nathan

With the waning light of day,

Comes the cloaking shroud of night,

Crickets chirp symphonicly,

When the sun is all but bright.

Creatures that nocturnal are

Come at last to life at night,

Joining in the living nocturne

When the sun is all but bright.

God on high applauds the choir

With His star-filled canvas, light;

Paints the wonders of the heavn's

When the sun is all but bright.

Up, awake, the sun is ris'n

Light foresees the death of night.

But soon will come again the time

When the sun is all but bright.

 I'm Somebody

I'm somebody, who are you?

Are you somebody too?

Then there's a pair of us,

Lets tell

They'll welcome us, you know.

How cool, to be a somebody,

How awesome, like a dog

To run in packs the live long day

And desultory logs.

Night's Eye

Collin T.  

Oh blackish night

That quencheth light

Who has power over thee?

That piercing eye

Reflects the sky

With stars to look and see.

The moonlights path

Forges its wrath

Making its presence wide.

From sparkling stream

To bending beam

Forces thou in shadow to hide.

Carissa

Caesar, killed by friend, now foe,

stabbed in the heart long ago.

Caesar, a man his country loved;

country longed to avenge his blood.

Caesar, country now in disarray;

Friends turn foe with no delay.

Caesar, cold and dead now in his grave,

once the highlight of his day.

Elliot

A sword there was,

All set in stone,

A thing of prophecy.

For he who drew it

From its sheath

Britain's king would be.

A lad there was,

Quite brave and true,

A child of prophecy.

He drew the sword 

From its stony sheath

And Britain's king was he.

Aaron J. 

Hockey is the coolest sport

                it’s not played ona field or court

                instead we play on an icy rink

                the equipment we use tends to stink.

                When we get mad we fight

                sit a five minute penalty he’ll be alright

                hop the bench your in the game

                and be ready for a ride to the world of fame.

Peter H. 

Lighthouse, Lighthouse in the gloom

Guiding sailors from their doom

From hidden deadly bars you keep

Wayward ships, as if guiding sheep

Like an angel shinning on high

Permitting crewmen a heartfelt sigh

Without you they would perish on rock

Instead they sail to home port dock

When I Stray

 Austin S. 

How often do I stray

From the path You set for me!

I turn my back and walk away,

And would unfaithful be;

Yet You are there for every day.

When the path becomes unclear,

Your voice alone I want to hear,

To gently correct my wandering way.   

Though sin's allure can be so great,

In Your strong arms I want to stay!

Thirst

 Jenny T. 

Soft and persistent, yet

Patient, consistent, the

Sound comes from where the rain

Drops on the parched terrain.

Freely it comes down to

Soak up the dry ground, and

Grace it seems, much the same

I lift my soul to the rain.

The Pacific Coast

Jenny T.

The sea on stormy days

It’s dark blue crashing waves

Warm sunlight does reveal

The cool green not concealed

No word there can describe

The new-found rush of tide

That sweeps through me and saves

Those hues of passing waves

Though I live not by sea

I see the sea by me

In Mind’s eye night or day

It’s imprint there to stay

The breeze is strong beside

The dark blue waves of tide

It steals my breath away

I’m longing now to stay

By crests of blue and green

That I am happy to have seen

Will I remain to gaze

Upon the breathtaking waves

Hannah W. 

A time when the sun is high in the sky

Though once in a while cloulds overhead loom

The cold is leaving though stay it may try

A time of the year when flowers bloom

The butterflys spring into motion

When the kites start flying high

Nature wakes up from a sleeping potion

One of the four seasons...Which one am I?

The Big and the Blue

Patrick B.

Large as a barge is the man,

And blue as the sea is his tan.

So great is his might,

He gives villains a fright.

He started out as if for show,

With his sidekick white as snow.

The villains first laughed and scorned,

At the sight of this big fat thorn.

But with speeches of flowers on the tip of his tongue,

He made all the villains turn round and run.

He always shows up in the time of nick,

Ladies and gentlemen I give you The Tick.

A Midsummer’s Stroll 

Julia K.  

Shades of majestic colors

Laid out as far as the eye could see—

And blanketed the surrounding sky

Near the turquoise vastness of the sea. 

The semi-circle sunk behind the sea

And the two people smiled radiantly.

To any one else they wandered aimlessly

But to them they walked purposefully. 

The girl knew no haste as she walked

And the wind carried her cheerful chatter.

Her brother listened intently

As she talked incessantly. 

He longed to interrupt her and cry out for joy

As her news beckoned a response,

Yet he managed to remain at ease,

And hence smiled radiantly. 

The semi circle waned

And the moon began to appear

But the two still walked

Wandering the beach—

The turquoise vastness of the sea. 

Looking Glass -- Jenna J.

You look in and I look out,

I reflect what your about.

If you be of vile or virtue,

I always tell what is true.

When you look you should bethink,

I’m not showing what I think.

Reflecting what looks in me,

That is what you must be.

So ponder about your deeds today,

Your choices, actions, words, and play.

So when you look into me,

You can say with truth, “I’m free”!

The World Within
By Marian T.

A story, a tale, or even a fable
Read something, if you are able.
A princess in a high locked tow’r
Who has a knight who never cow’rs

Fairytales all lined up in a row
To reel you in, steadily in tow
From sailing ships to flying dogs
And castles built with lots of logs.

Books can bring you lots of places
Stories sheathed in shining cases.

The papers patiently reveal
A brightly shining, world you make
Within your head, within your mind
The world within, is now outside.

Allison O. 

Pigs are cute and cuddly,
Swirly tails and floppy ears,
People think their stinky and ugly,
Girls even run screaming in blubbery tears.
Father and I find them simply delightful,
Even sticking our finger up pink little noses.
Some might find that horrid and frightful,
But we think their better than roses!

My least favorite food

by Brandon J.

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Has anyone done a bigger feat

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Than eaten awful pickled beets

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Some children, forced, at just age two

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To eat a beet that tastes like shoe

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You may be calling me a wimp

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Neither do I like seafood shrimp

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One thing I’ll say that I detest

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Those pickled beets get me depressed.

Jeffrey L. 

The battle was over, the Germans had won,

It looked like the allies had lost world war one.

Thousands of soldiers, marooned near the shore, floundered and died on Dunkirk’s floor.

Belgians, English, French, all left for dead at Dunkirk shore.

But then came the boats, at first only a few,

Some military vessels, and a tugboat too.

But as the day progressed, their numbers grew,

‘Till the sea was filled with boats, coming out of the blue.

They carted them off; they escaped by the thousands, 

To the chagrin of the Germans, who wanted them dead.

The boats saved 300,000, a tremendous amount,

And what’s more, they gave the Allies a chance to turn the tide of the war about.

Flight

By Drew T.

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The strength you feel with the yoke

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Hand on the throttle wanting to take off

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Sitting, listening to the engine choke

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November one-one-seven you are clear for take off

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As the One Seven Two leaves the ground

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You are in charge the craft is yours

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  The heart in your chest takes a bound

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Minutes go by seeming like hours

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The dream has begun

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You feel how hi your body was strung.

On The Passing of Time

Author: Dan T.

In memory of Luke Jenson who died from leukemia on May 5, 2010.  

Alas another day goes by,

Without even a brief good-bye;

And now the clock tolls out tis’ nine,

Not with a scent or warning sign.

One’s life can pass awfully fast,

You must invest in what will last. 

Time will sneak up behind your track,

And then you will wish you were back,

To change all the mistakes you made,

But one is not able to trade.

That’s why we must not waste our time,

Like one who would throw ‘way a dime. 

On earth this day may be your last,

And what you have done in the past,

Will come to light and you will see,

Where you will spend eternity;

Spend each day as if it’s your last,

No other way on earth will last. 

Believe in Him, who died for you,

And you will be forever new;

Don’t waste your life for tisall’ you got,

Nothing on earth will last that’s bought;

All that will matter is your choice,

To live for you or lift your voice,

And praise the King who broke the chains,

So that your life may show he reigns. 

Our life is short and not sizely,

So choose and spend your time wisely.

Thomas L. 

We are little birds with broken wings tied to our sides

But when the sun forebears to shine, free chains from our minds

We take our wings and sour, with light to guide the way

Yet we idle and sway near' wanting on course to stay

And the wind, big and strong, blows us toward the wall

Where we perch and sit our dreams of flying galled

By an obstacle 

So hold it steady lads for a day will come

When heart break fade and the shining sun 

Will guide us to the side of the Man who shed 

His blood for each and every troubled head 

And we will sour, with wings untied 

And the shackles free from our minds 

 The Sword and the Smith 
 
 Noble S. 

The blacksmith labored long and hard

he beat the iron bar with all his might

      till glowed red hot the lump once charred

      so he made the edge sharp with a razor bite 

      He then made the scabbard out of an oaken board

      then he decorated it, with stones and a golden dust

      and so with great skill and time he created a mighty sword

      So that one day the sword into a dragons heart would be thrust

Isaac S. 

TWO come to the Common Cup  
To be mystically united as ONE  
A holy union which is from Thee.  
Our holy Spirtit, Father and Son.

From this moment here on  
They will share everything.  
Their joys will be twofold  
And sorrows halved.

Now eachothers hands, ears and feet  
Their strength is redoubled  
Causing grief to the enemie  
And hope to the troubled.

Common concern makes trials bearable,  
Common joys are all the happier.  
Seal of a deep friendship.  
Inaccessible to those without.

Urging each other on in mutual love.  
Marriage does not remove from God  
But rather brings all closer to Him,  
For it is God Himself who draws them in.

Katrina S.

Chickens

With pecking, scratching, squawking,

            The chickens wend their way,

With no thought or regarding,

            Of how they spend their day

At first the nest seems softest,

            Just waiting for an egg

And then the ground seems nicest,

            With no need for to beg

For on the ground abounding,

            As far as eye can see,

Is food and drink residing,

            On every bush and tree

Then night steals on so softly,

            And peering through the gloom

All roosting now so sleepy

            Are chickens in their room

Davis M. 

No Pride God, no pride

No pride God, no pride.
I’ve been there before and all I obtained
Were failures from that side.

Your Word says that pride is before the fall,
But to me at first, chances are only small.

When I fail, my pride and crumbles,
Which means that Christ is making me humbled.

Coming to the rugged cross, my pride is lost
Because of the blood paid for it’s cost.

Teach me to use my thoughts with wisdom,
Turning me to live only, for your kingdom.

           No pride God, no pride.

Allison B. 

As we rode along the sea,

A scene did stretch in front of me,

A more beautiful painting than ever I saw,

At some museum for a costly fee.

Daisies stretched toward the gold setting sun,

(the day being nearly done,)

The pines all basked in the warm lovely glow,

Standing erect along the run.

I looked up high with a contented sigh,

For more to see was there for my eye,

 By and by there was flying a heron,

A dark silhouette in the endless blue sky.

And this I learned and now I know,

That though Picasso and Van Gogh,

Were masters of art and did fine work,

There is a Master Who outshines them all,

And the Earth is His gallery hall.