PSPoem

"Selection of Poems," Fifth Grade, PS 213Q

THE DANCE

THE TREES WALTZ,

AS THE WIND SINGS,

THE ORCHESTRA OF CRICKETS PLAY.

THE HIGH NOTE ENTERS THE MELODY.

THE GRASS RUSTLES,

THE FLOWERS PRANCE,

THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT LIGHT.

-Edward Suh

Friends

Friends are birds
         and
you are their wings.
You help them soar
   above the sky,
   like families
 you must work
     together.

-Christine Liang

Flowers

Flowers
Yellow,
purple,
white.
Closing in the night.
Wind ruffling the petals.
Yet, remain firmer than metal.
These flowers take a shower many times.
But remain flowers totally fine.

-Jamie Chang

Beautiful Seashell Damaged
 
Twisted,
Swirled.
Like ice cream on top of a cone
 
The colors seem brown,
White
And
Gray.
Hardly looks like any color at all
 
Rough,
Crumbled,
Like an old sheet of paper.
 
Damaged,
Beaten,
By the whips of the ocean
 
The soul has been stolen,
But no matter  how many whips.
The ocean can never steal
Its sound beauty.

-Gabrielle Lora