Mia Pacelli Haiku

From My Cabin View,🏠
I see Lakes and Trees and fog🎄
In the air, floating.

Flowers in my hair,💮
Flower basket in my hand,✋
Noelle and Micheal❤ 

Jones was her name there⌂
But I named her Ruby Jones ⟣
My little Ruby🐱

The Two Mixed-Up Seasons

Winter

winter is frozen

a frozen land indeed

but it has many beautiful things 

just hiding out away

so I recommend

going out just for fun

Summer

summer is a joy

but has many dark secrets

just hiding under

the plants and trees

you may find them 

but don't get too close

or they will swallow you up

Reverse

nevermind
from
nothing
i
give up
never
is
 forever
learn
pain
i will never
belong
now
life
has
 no
 hope
i
 will forget
with
death







i will never give up
i belong
death has life
i hope
forever
with nevermind
no is never now
will forget nothing
learn from pain

ᕦ( ͡͡~͜ʖ ͡° )ᕤ/\/( ͡°͡° ͜ʖ ͡°͡°)\/\

Why is the world so
Cruel, it hurts it stings the pain
Beauty and magic exist to

Dependent of others
They support and guide me through
The devastating

Colors and emotions
The Joy of success but it
Hurts to win for me

THE FUJI FLOWER

1.

Japanese flowers at their best- 

When I look back...
I see something truly wonderful -                      Mount Fuji.

2.
When I sit on a rock
I have to watch out
For it could be a tortoise.

3.If you blow bubbles
Make sure they are edible
For they are easy to mistake for tapioca

4.
Folding is something
Easy but hard
As it appears like magic

Haikus

Haikus

by Petra Dijur

A smooth inky flow

Graceful curves, elegant curls

A blank stark white page

Old mythology

A secretive mystery

Full moons and werewolves

Smooth shimmering scales

A violet eye, flash of fire

Secretive dragons

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴

Two dead animals
one broken man who regrets
A beautiful bird

The little dog eyes
shine in the moonlight, glowing
His warm tongue licks me

Orange sky moonlight
Dark clouds rolling in shadows
A bright summers day

Bom’t Bry

Ey ey ey

Ayyy lo lo

Bebe le lele

Kiquado

Kiquado

Bom’t bry

Me kes orit delt ko to

Es oket

Ponglei it mo diskoed

Come

Stek olix.

.

Sound Poem

lala

budumdumdum

baruga

basaga rello

lelelele

ewerta

tititititi

tyra tera

rugrugru

ratatatatatat

yag

wadey

zemew

DAMAGED

DAMAGED

Click the mouse

Screen glows white

Didn't know 

It would end in 

Tears

A hand reaches out

Of the screen

It pinches me hard,

Harder

Until rain comes

And drips

Down my cheeks

On my shirt,

My lap

Until I click

The mouse again

Screen goes black

Like nothing has happened

But yet, 

A life has been

damaged 

Cyberbully

Cyberbully

By Elaine Chi

Why should people bully when

they know it's right?

It hurts people's feeling 

as much as it hurts mine.

I know how it feel because 

I had experience it.

Why would people bully 

when they know it isn't right?

why would people bully

when they know it isn't right/

Bully hurts you in many 

way but why would they do 

that.They trip you, make

you fall, they stole your

things and said it's theirs.

Why would people bully 

when they know it isn't right?

Why would people bully

when they know it isn't right?

Authors Note

The reason I chose to write about Cyberbully is because many kid is being bully each and every day and that they are being hurt too each and every day. Also it hurts my feeling to know that even through I experience it.  

Equal

Equal

By: Corrine Ni

Every human are the same,

When we try to walk, for the first time.

So what is your aim?

What do you hide? 

We are the same. 

We are equal.

We may not all look the same,

But we all try to live,

you may think I am lame, 

But I am just as good as you.

We are the same.

We are equal.

We all sing the same song,

Yet why are you in spotlight 

while I'm under your shadow.

We are the same.

We are equal.

You get ten,

 yet I get half .

So my skin is what you truly despise?

  

We are the same. 

We are equal.

Author's Note

HI!!! AUTHOR OF "EQUAL" HERE! So I made this poem because I was thinking about the poem "Equality" by Maya Angelou and "Democracy" by Langston Hughes and it's about racism Soooooo yaaaaa.

      Rise up

Boom crackle

Pop slap poppop

Tic tic tic tic

Slapa slapa slap

Dingz dingz ding

Um um um um

Umf umf

Cheese

 Cheese

Although It may be every were i

Find it very special,I'l have it with some toast or

have it with a pretzel

its yellow and goey

And also very chewy

It melts in a burger

If i had no cheese i might go beserker

I like it american or maybe even swiss

what would life be if cheese couldn't exist

Cheese can be dipped 

or sometimes sipped

or maybe even eaten with a

god ol chip 

Tyrant

 Tyrant

 by Petra Dijur

A tyrant is ruling the land

In Pumtr's fist my life is clutched

I am no more then a grain of sand

My protest has been shushed

Happily ever after will not come

A veil is descending

Death is certain for some

In half my life is rending

The world will never be the same

Sentenced to certain doom

I am put to shame

Over me death's shadow looms

Now read from the bottom up.

Author's note below, scroll down.

I was thinking about a certain president's current reign and how another  country is playing with nueclear weapons.

Social Commentary Poem- Gwendolyn Sze

Racism

By Gwendolyn Sze

I know that being racist,

is also being rude.

But if there's another side,

one that isn't really crude?

Could it be an opinion?

Or just a rude remark?

Could it be the only side,

or is there another part?

Might it be a simple thought,

or a different thing?

Isn't it another way

to let the bell of racism ring?

Author's note

The point of this poem is to show people that being racist can be an accident. Everyone has said something mean about someone behind that person's back. So why judge people on what they say one time? Everyone gets angry. So why blame people for venting? 

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I was thinking about other languages and random sounds I hear in movies and TV shows

Krakya

Krakya



Bla Bla Bla
Broom Broom
TATATTATATTATTTATATATATATATATATATAT
Crrck! Shtoop
Psssssssssssssssss

Ya ya ya
Yiss
Woot Woot
Ya llegaste!
SI SI SI

CRACK BOOM KRAK

CRACK!

KROOOT
NON
ONO
NON
ONO
SIS
ISI
SIS
ISI

ni ni ni ni
porque
GIOD




I thought of Mexicans returning from war.

hello

iiti em hotep

labas moien

Ei

niltze

nena wenao

ola

sat sin okahal

Supa

Goddag

Talofa

Awe

shalom

Halo

maolin wanagan

gramar djobo saluton

i was thinking about Hello

Transportation

Transportation

by Daniel Scuria-Herman

Transportation is simple

As simple as walking around.

But cavemen got bored doing as so;

They instead decided to ride horses, feet off the ground.

They attached carriages

To their horses and dogs, bound

To travel in comfort.

Boats were developed,

But the human race

Stuck with the idea to lope

‘Round on objects with wheels

And created the train, only to hope

For more.

They finally made cars.

And this simple mode of transportation

Has marred

The lives of many away.

How many more will have to die

before you open your eyes?

How many more signatures,

How many more injuries,

How many lives changed for the worse

Will it take?

This can’t be pushed to the back burner.

Not anymore.

Not ever.

Fall Feelings

Fall Feelings

You pull up to the house

Tires crunching on the gravel

The house is big

A pile of red and orange leaves to the side of it

Open the car door

A smoky smell of leaves in the air

Wrapping your sweater tight around you

The chill giving a promise of white winters.

They greet you with hugs

And bright welcoming smiles

You receive a cup of cocoa

It warms your hands from the chilly outdoors.

When you take a sip,

Your mouth dances with the sweetness of the cocoa

Your belly warms

With the feel of something in it.

The fire crackles

When you sit on the floor in front of it

Your toes are warm now

Sipping your cocoa by the red orange and yellow flames

This is where you want to be

the way the wind

blows 

harmfully 

to the small 

orange red and brown leaves

tells me we should 

swords to our new shields

is better

than a knife 

through our 

freedom

is better than

nothing

for we

will fight

until the match

has ended

though you say 

it won't

it will

your final resting place

depends

on one move

surrender 

you snarl

never 

i say

you have ruined lives

surrender

 you say again

or what i say 

as i jam my knife

through yourheart

Wronged but Right

Wronged but Right

A POEM

Wronged.

A Sad song.

People say it’s fine but no, you want to be right

To hurt who have wronged you

Leaving an empty corpse and ashes

It’s the truth, and people still don’t see

How do they think this is all okay when they have been

Wronged

By me

And I'm not scared of their petty threats and pleas

To keep them from facing reality

So next Time your

Wronged

Think of Me,

Wait till they come and see

Who has been wronged now

For eternity

You prove To yourself you're Okay,

It’s all right,

There was never no fight

So you have been

Wronged

But apparently.

Right.

After hearing My words

Let us see how well

You sleep

Tonight.

free write

there was a little pigeon, that ate a pan, and the pigeon was good at water polo. so it played video games for breakfast, and told his deaf mom, to cook his little brother for dinner, and then look at bob's website. the pan was a weird guy that ate mashed potato for breakfast, and also ate a thing called ricegum.

and then he decided to have a fight with someone so he went to the pigeons house, and realized that the pigeon was playing video games, he did not approve of this. pigeons should watch ricegum on YouTube, so he threw mashed potato through the window, and killed the pigeon, but the pigeon revived himself 

LGBTQ Poem

LGBTQ Poem

Lesbian

Gay

Bisexual

Transgender

Queer

We are all born

The way we are

And want to do

What we want to do.

Men marry men

Nobody should care.

Women marrying women

Nobody should care.

Changing genders or

Just being born different

Nobody should care.

But they do

And they make their life

Harder

And

Harder

Each day.

CHANGE

By Logan Nusser

Dont do drugs

Or you’ll be eaten by slugs

Don't drink too much alcohol

Or you’ll be hit in the head by a basketball

Don't use guns

Or you will be tickled by nuns  

Dont spank kids

Or you’ll be dropped in a shark tank

Do believe in climate change

Do believe in hope

If we do these simple things

There will be a change