Potomac Elementary School
Middle School Student Poetry
2005 - 2006 Page #3
6th, 7th, and 8th Grade Poetry written under the guidance of
Potomac Elementary School Poet in Residence Alex Tinari

 

Autobiography
by Monica Dierken

I was leading a busy life
in my world, always busy
watching over me as I go.
I am leading a busy life
working day and night.
I am an American.
I, at least, was.
I read Zoocon magazine.
I thought I was a monkey
swinging through the trees.
I had a workout jacket
and pants to match.
I ran around the seashore.
I remember my cousins calling me
to come out of the water.
I had an interesting childhood.
I got caught peeking into
presents. I swept leaves for my grandma
when they fell slowly from her tree.

Autobiography
by Teri Tritz

I was leading a suspicious life
in Potomac, Montana.
I am a pioneer.
I am a pioneer in Potomac.
I am reading Erigon.
I got caught borrowing
my sister’s CD.
I have seen angels all around
my granny’s house.
I have wandered my house
not knowing.
I am leading a suspicious life
in Potomac, Montana

 

Broken
by Mitchell Hall

It was tragic
It was sad
It was the end
It was dry
It was new
It was 28 minutes
It was over
It was a loss
It was a season ending
It was a break
It was horrific
It was anti-terrific

Autobiography
by Jordan Lutz

I had a dream.
I am reading a book of life
in the library.
I have seen the Northern Lights
bounce and dance
in the sky. I have been to
the Great Lakes. I have
heard many things about
it. I have heard about
Civil Rights and seen
bad times during it.
The water is sky blue.
White sandy beaches.
Here the sand is oozing
through your toes. Running
faster and faster. Stop.
Dead coral lying there.

 

Coffee Ritual
by Lane Lomont & Chad Thurston

Get lots of coffee beans.
Get a hammer and smash the beans.
Get some hot water.
Pass out the smashed beans and hot water.
Say, “hot coffee hot coffee hot coffee for everyone.”
Buy our hot coffee now or else we will scream.
If you put coffee on a pizza it will make Dr. Suie Mitza.
Don’t give dogs coffee or else they go nuts.
Our coffee is good our coffee is good.
(We tried our coffee and now we are gagging and choking.)

A Wrong Turn (a cento)
by Courtney Teila

In my dream I’m always
alone walking among
the atrocities from the
misery of Don Joost. I’ve
finished and my old animal
the six strings make dreams
weep the sobbing of lost
souls and like the tarantula
mouth trap spins a large star
women in love losing myself
out of my own hand without
hope of my poor worn life.

 

To drift in endless waves…”
by Brandon Ransom

To drift in endless waves the silent
sea \ the struggle to stay up \ it’s useless
the beat is too strong \ it has a way of \
taking one in forever \ in a never-ending sea
of music the beat is too strong yet \ the beat goes on.

Autobiography
by Megan Daniels

I am leading a caravan of rowdy Indians, walking through a huge, twisting, winding, twenty-five foot tall maze, where only one will be crowned champion.
I have seen those Indians ride away without me, leaving me to walk home.
I have heard the cannons of the pirates of the Caribbean, rocking in a boat, swaying and not trying to fall in.
I have been where they all stand. Holding hands, waiting to find a way home. Lost and lonely is what they feel. Soon they will be home, but first they must see and hear what I have heard. They must go where I go: to games where I am running hard, playing hard, to Utah to smell fresh air, to Disney Land two times to meet Mr. Mouse, to Yellowstone where geysers erupt, to hear the slow steady harmony of Church bells on Sunday.
They must see the one I cared about being snatched out of my hands. For me to feel incomplete without the small baby cousin.
I have seen people get hurt.
I have seen people win and lose.
I have seen people laugh and cry.
I have heard the wind howl, telling me to keep going. Those Indians standing there, holding hands. They have been where I have seen what I have seen.
Heard what I heard.

Autobiography
by Ryan Granger

I was leading a normal life
up at my house.
I was the age of four
when my dad came through the door.
But he was my real dad, David.
We hugged and he took my sister and me for a day of fun.
We went to a movie – it was Star Wars –
and to Taco Bell.
Then he dropped us off at our house.
This would be the last time I saw him.
A year later at Christmastime
a present from my dad and a letter arrived.
This would be the last time I would hear from him,
but I expect to see him this year
at my sister’s graduation.
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