2014 2015 academic english ii- pd. 3 poetry book

Poetry Book

Academic English ll

Dedication By: Tori Scalamogna

Bright glistening sun Shining on the dark track. Progress must be made today. Soft winds leap across my face As I hastily lace up my Nikes. Leaping to my feet to begin my intense workout. A light breeze sneaks under my nose; The smell of fresh cut grass satisfies me. Sweat drops down. Rolling past my nose then to my cheek Soon wiped off by my arm. As my final lap is completed, I find myself with my teammates panting for air. Now searching for my precious water bottle. My parched mouth is met by cool water. Ahhhh, I sigh. My aching muscles are finally finished With their intense workout. Every time my feet leave the track, I know progress has been made.

Winter Wonderland By: Tori Scalamogna

Snow falls gracefully. Fluttering past my window.

Lovely pure white snow. Memories of childhood.

Melts away as sunlight shines.

LAX IS LIFE By Sammie Sarraf

The clicks of your cleats,

the wild cheers of the crowds,

the smell of the turf.

My heart begins to beat fast.

Quick, catch the ball, run, and score.

I Still Have the Dream By, Sammie Sarraf

While most think of it as just another day off, some think of it as a day of change. We sit here and wonder just how good we all have it, but do we? As we grow up, we see just how ruthless and cruel our world can be. We see it in the news, even in person. Fifty two years ago he spoke to the world, told us that he has a dream. Many still have that dream today, we live it everyday. Everyday, I wish that my children, will learn to be accepting and respective. Will it happen? No one knows. We can only continue, continue to live our lives and continue to carry out his dream. One day we will become accepting, but just when?

Fall Tanka

By: Sammi Holsopple

Brightly colored leaves falling to the ground, gently,

many changes shown. Life changes slow, and sure, but

I don’t notice anymore.

The Payoff Pitch Lyric Poem

By: Sammi Holsopple

Tournaments every weekend without fail.

Smell of fresh grass on bright beautiful days.

Crack of the bat as contact is made

with the bat and the ball on scorching summer days.

Everyone silent watching the ball,

As it glides through the air slowly, and surely

Over the fence whirling and swirling.

The crowd yelling and screaming, having a ball.

Dust kicks up as I run through the first base,

Making turns, trotting towards home plate.

As I reach the end I see my team waiting there

Slapping my helmet cheering and chanting.

Stomach churning, butterflies fluttering,

All worth it for that one moment,

the moment where your hard work pays off

and you have succeeded.

Real Life Thoughts

By: Megan Sensue I’m drowning in my own thoughts.

It’s a feeling as if they’re untouchable,

just like slippery slimy goo on your hand.

My bad thoughts are like sour lemons,

always wanting them to vanish.

They crush over me like rocks.

When will this feeling ever end?

I hear the sound of large waves crashing,

crashing right into the shore.

Boom, crash, and boom!

They crush all of my thoughts.

I see my good thoughts faintly.

They fly away like birds.

I hope some day they return to me.

These feelings are miserable.

I’m left with an upset stomach and tight chest,

it smells so rotten.

Maybe in the end,

the negative thoughts will disappear.

Turtles of the Sea

By:Megan Sensue

They bask in the sun.

Playing like little children.

Night time is coming.

They creep into dark waters,

kissing the salt field ocean.

Winter Snowfall

The gray clouds above,

The sky opens up with snow,

The white, pure snowflakes

Falling towards the flat, cool, ground,

It is a white, soft blanket.

By Lily Currie

A Day At The Courts

By Lily Currie

Feeling the cool air on my skin,

the sun slightly covered by rolling clouds.

The perfect day for tennis.

Hearing the slight pop of the ball

as I bounce it a few times on the ground,

gripping the racket in my hand as hard as I can.

Seeing my opponent across the court

slightly bouncing on her heels,

ready for the hard serve.

Tossing the ball up in the air,

then hearing the “ping” of the racket

hitting the ball.

Serve it,

smash it,

win it,

love it.

Dark Side of the Moon The moon glows up high

Nestled in the star lit sky

Lighting up the land

But what we don’t always see,

A dark side hidden away

Kaylee McClelland

“Warriors of the Wilderness”

Gleaming, golden eyes The babbling of the creek grows louder,

flash in the darkness. erupting in the creatures ears as he approaches.

Nothing but wisdom, knowledge, The crystalline water

and intelligence flows effortlessly around the variously colored rocks,

deep in their depths, not a single disruption to upset the water.

as clear as a pool

of crystal clear water. He splashes through,

the biting cold

Rugged, mottled brown fur of the water

glides over strong muscles with ease, nipping at his paws,

as the wild creature yet he continues forward

leaps and ducks for nothing can soothe

expertly weaving through a wild beast

the rich, deep green such as the acceptance and love

of the pines and evergreens from family.

that blur by

in a flash of various The hot breath

greens and browns. of the graceful beast

billows into swirling clouds

Birds cease their melodic harmonies. in front of the animal.

They silence as the fierce creature passes The wild panting growing

nothing but a blur of brown as the animal nears his destination.

accompanied by the loud snap

of the brittle twigs. For over the hill,

His paws sink into soft pine sheddings his family awaits,

smelling deeply of the forest, where he will be welcomed

cushioning his step into open arms,

as he pushes forward. bombarded

by a writhing mass

His wise gaze glances to the left, of white, tan, black, and brown,

his whole body shifting where the hunt will continue.

changing direction, The hunt for adventure.

as a chorus of howls erupt The hunt for love.

beyond the imposing sea of green trees. The hunt for survival.

The hot, metallic taste of blood They are wolves.

still lingers The Warriors of the Wilderness.

a reminder of the hunt that drew him so far. Kaylee McClelland

Yet they always find one another,

for they are creatures that value family

never leaving one behind.

Football By:JOshua Kennedy.

Red 29, Red 29 ah hu-hu-hut.

The Quarterback drops back with the football,

there I am as I protect my leader against the brutal forces.

I can feel the pressure and hear the crowd screaming.

So much is going on.

The smell of the field, the crowd roars,

and it empowers me to keep going. Never give up I’ve been told,

and I won’t.

I overpower my opponent giving him a faceful of the turf.

As the Quarterback releases, he hits his target.

Now I must work all over again.

Sandwich By: Joshua Kennedy

Refrigerator There’s tons of food in the Fridge

Ham and cheese sandwich Use the bread in the bread box Who doesn’t love a sandwich

Aftermath A city, destroyed by

such a terrible invention.

The sound of a broken siren,

blasting my eardrums

like a gunshot.

The hot ashes, gentle

floating down,

burning my skin.

The houses made into to nothing

as if a giant monster trampled them.

The smell of people cooking

polluted fish, so that

they don’t go hungry.

The taste of ashes, as they

blew into my mouth, made me gag.

The look of the putrid, orangish water

made everyone stay away.

Radiation killing everyone

like a reaper.

Merely one monstrous

tool caused this, made

by monstrous people.

Josh Bauman

Birds of Prey

The wind blowing wings Birds of differences come They swoop down to feed Catching its prey with talons The wind carrying them up

Josh Baumann

Dreams

The dreams will carry on.

The dreams vivid with memory and confusion.

The dreams I remember at dawn.

Dreams make me feel like a king, but real life makes me a pawn.

Dreams in all lack a real Constitution.


Dreams for me will never be gone.

When I have problems, dreams bring the solution.


The dreams can be short or long.

They can be as crazy as a revolution.


Dreams are not clean cut like a lawn.

They can appear as allusion.


Each dream must start with a yawn.

Dreams may not have a clear institution.



Josh Baumann

Wrestling

The crowd is roaring

The coaches jump up with joy

Ref blows the whistle

The sweaty brawl is over The state title is ours now

By:Joel Cawoski

Football

Fans screaming and stomping.

Coaches looking over playbook,

making sure they have a gameplan.

Players are screaming, jumping,

yelling, getting pumped up.

Smell of fresh cut grass and

the giant stadium lights shining down on the field

like being in a spotlight.

All eyes are on us

watching our every moves.

Referees are throwing the yellow flag.

Coaches are yelling at the other team

complaining it was a bad call.

Tackling, catching, scoring touchdowns

Fans going crazy.

Players are screaming, “Where's the water.”

everyone is waiting for the ice, cold

water for their mouths. Football is the greatest ever and nothing can replace it.

By:Joel Cawoski

Game day It’s game day on a dreary Sunday morning, I wake up excited and ready to go. I ask my parents when my game is but, I’m disappointed, it’s not until

one.

I am sad and depressed but I can wait. I tie my shiney white and black Nike cleats and am ready to go. So it’s one and the fans are roaring when I

score a goal.

I love the smell of the fresh cut grass, and the softness of the ball. I score a goal and come off. The taste of the gatorade rushes through me. I come back

on, it’s tied, with five minutes left. I shoot the ball. It silenced the crowd. Ting, the ball goes off the post and swish, the net made the sound of a game winning goal. The crowd goes crazy. My teammates rush toward me. The

other team hangs their heads as they realize there’s less than a minute on the game clock.

Their coach is yelling, “LET’S GO!!” The referee blows the whistle. The

game starts again. They send a ball to the corner and it goes out. The seconds tick quickly.

Tweet,Tweet,Tweet the referee blows the whistle and the game is over.

Another win for our hard working team!

Hunter Petrosky

Sonnet

Turn back the heart you've turned away

Give back your kissing breath

Leave not my love as you left the bay

The broken hearts of yesterday

But wait, be still, don't lose this way

Affection now, for what you guess

May be something more, could be less

Accept my love, live for today.

Your roses wilted, as love spurned

Yet trust in me, my love and truth

Dwell in my heart, from which you've turned

My strength as great as yours aloof.

It is in fear you turn away

And miss the chance of love today

Hunter Petrosky

Doctor Pepper by Harry Witte

Doctor, how are you?

I am good, what ails you, friend?

Well, I don’t feel like myself.

I think I know what it is:

You’re talking to a tin can.

The Dinner Table

by Harry Witte

I am sitting upstairs when suddenly, the aroma of fresh wheat hits my nose.

I hurriedly run downstairs to affirm my suspicions. I delve into the fresh homemade meal,

sloppily eating as much as I can.

Mom’s spaghetti is on my sweater already. I don’t care much about the mess,

the taste is worth it. Everything in the world is right.

Suddenly, a rumbling emanates from the front porch.

The hinges of the front door shear off, and I hear a bloodcurdling growl.

I know what it is already.

A gravelly deep voice booms from my living room, “I need about tree fiddy”,

I began to angrily respond that no, I would not give you three fifty,

when the being’s accomplice enters.

Shrek and the Loch Ness Monster start charging at me, and I begin to dash away.

What began as a peaceful dinner turned into my worst nightmare.

What I will Learn.

I will live to learn. To experience life.

To understand the purpose is what I yearn.

All life ready to upturn,

Could it be by chance that we are in this life? I will live to learn.

A strife to see what is genuine.

With many ways to listen in this strife. To understand the purpose is what I yearn.

There must me something greater to my turn.

What is to come, what will I behold in my sight. I will live to learn.

Of all that’s passed and upturned;

What will be passed on in this experience called life? To understand is what I yearn.

Will there be more than just one turn?

To all that we call living, so great to see and prevail through life. I will live to learn.

To understand is what I yearn.

By- Greg Lane

To Dream

Where nothing is real. Experienced as reality. All may take effect. Beautiful or dangerous.

People will love, hate, and dream.

By- Greg Lane

“Wipe Out”

A half a second too early, half a second too late, don’t quite catch it,

Too slow or too fast, don’t quite make it; Standing looking at the bar,

not taking your eyes off the prize, wondering “what if.”

You run, and leap towards the bar, grasping your hands around the cold, stiff wood.

Hoping, wishing your routine is good. Listening to everyone cheering you on, believing

in you, now it’s your turn to believe in yourself too.

The sweet smell of the chalk flying through the air, getting all throughout your hair.

Trying to make everyone jealous of what you can do,

wanting to achieve your dreams that you've had since your were three years old.

Swinging round and round wondering if you’ll hit the ground.

by:Gabi Lesko

“Fall”

All the leaves went down,

all red, green, orange, and yellow. Arranging in piles,

the leaves breaking off the trees.

Everyone jumping in them.

By: Gabi Lesko

Dreaming By: Dan Johnson

Dreams come and dreams go.

I vision my treasures like in mines.

Dreaming is peaceful, quiet, and slow.

We dream by feeling, not sure if you know.

We wake by seeing, the morning shine.


Light is bright and makes everything glow.

It ends are dreams; so awake in the lines.


Dreams are colorful and allow us to grow.

Where the sun doesn’t ever shine.


Sometimes shaking, the cold wind blows.

From head to ankles feeling fine.


Taking in the lively air. I should know.

That love of dreaming has a reason to shine.



Winter

By: Dan Johnson

Snow gently falls down.

Wind blows calmly across trees.

People are happy.

Kids rush to play in the snow.

Adults get cozy inside.

Painter Art

As the brush flows in hand

as nothing is in way,

I think to myself what shall I paint.

A scene of a man, or a place to be,

will it be happy or even succeed.

Colors galore to pick and choose,

I look and look

away and away

till the color arises and I choose my array.

No matter the shape no matter the size

a story awaits to be told inside.

I paint and paint with passionate care

no time to give no time to spare.

Last but not least a picture to see

fine art fine beauty

enters upon the intricate artistic sea.

By: Breanna Florido

Winter Takes

The leaves fall down low.

Colors change to match the snow. Warm air is now cool,

and trees are no longer full. Winter has arrived, life dies.

By: Breanna Florido

The Perfect girl

she that i shall love

the long blonde hair and blue eyes

her perfect bright smile,

light up the room like the sun

she’s perfect in every way.

The Last rep

As sweat drips down my face

the bar cold as ice

it comes off the rack,

as I push for one for rep.

200 pounds against my chest

a boulder i am meant to lift

with all my strength,

the clanging of weights

my goal reached 200 pound bench.

The smell of success hits my face

a smile coming about,

feeling like Hercules

I knockout one more rep.

River

It flows peacefully twisting river of nature

The water is fresh The fish swim in the water It is the source of all life.

By Brandon Sapp

The Walk The brilliant, bright sun high in the sky.

The smell of fresh cut grass laced the summer air.

As i walk along the gravel path,

All that can be heard is the roar of the rivers water.

As the sun gets high in the fun I can feel the warmth of the sun hit my skin.

As i walk down the path the sounds of birds chirping fill the air.

The bright, vibrant flowers lined the river bank,

The flowers made a barrier between me and the river.

A single fish laid at the bottom of the river waiting for his next meal.

As I start to walk off the gravel path in into the short grass,

I walk to the very edge of the river bank,

I reach down and stick my hand into the cold, clear water.

I start to walk home and i think about the day,

Everything just was perfect today,

The day couldn't have been any better.

By Brandon Sapp

A Day at the Beach By: Austin Butler

I love the ocean

It is peaceful and calming

Laying on the sand

Watching waves crash at my feet

Nothing beats the ocean breeze

Friday Nights

By:Austin Butler

Friday oh what a night

The gym is packed full and tight

My heart is racing the crowd is roaring;

The ball is tipped, it goes soaring.

I get the ball and begin to run,

Now it’s time to have some fun.

Dribble pass shoot and score;

I want the ball, I want some more,

I see the hoop I hear the play,

Set up the offense, lets get it underway!

I hear my defender, he slides on the floor;

I dribble, I drive I shoot and score!

Time to play defense, I hear the coach yell,

I run down the floor victory I smell.

The taste of sweat, as it drips down my face;

It’s almost over, my heart begins to race.

The clock ticks to zero, we win the game,

I hear the fans cheering, they are yelling my name.

Ice Cream By: Ashley Goblinger

Ice cream taste so good

All different types of flavors Sprinkles all over

Chocolate syrup covers it. Ah, Ice cream, I love you so much.

Whatever You Choose by: Ashley Goblinger

Wish upon a shooting star Your future is bright I’m sure you’ll go far

You might want to be a superstar

Or maybe even a knight Wish upon a shooting star

Who ever you are

Make your life right I’m sure you’ll go far

Dreams may be bizarre

But dream whatever you want tonight Wish upon a shooting star

Dreams could leave a scar

but you’ll be alright I’m sure you’ll go far

Your dreams will be different than ours

But I’m sure you’ll see the light Wish upon a shooting star

I’m sure you’ll go far.

Sleep By: Alyissa Baca

In peace and darkness, A body wrapped in a soft, warm cocoon.

The sound of family pets snuggling themselves slowly, almost silently into your bed. Seeing nothing but black,

Only lighting up with dreams. Your subconscious playing with reality Creating moments of joy or terror Incomprehensible to the awake mind.

The snores of family members, Interrupting the silence.

Awakened by the scents of breakfast. The taste of pancakes and bacon,

Drawing you out of bed. Starting your morning with the first cold,

slow steps. The day will be long;

At the end it will always be waiting for you. The peaceful friend we all love,

Sleep.

I Dream To Live on a Sunny Beach. By: Alyissa Baca

I dream to live on a sunny beach.

With warm sand and a shining sun.

This dream is one I hope to reach.

I’ll be warm and happy as a peach.

Surfing and swimming, and just having fun.


Living your dreams isn’t something they teach.

But, reaching this dream must be done.


wish to be on this beautiful beach.

With my hair in an awful messy bun.


I will stick to this place like a leech.

Knowing if I live here I have won.


This dream is locked in my mind and can’t be breached.

This is my favorite, it compares to none.



The Winter Season

As the temperature drops,

large, white flakes dance to the ground.

People begin to dress in cozy layers,

and wish to go back to summer.

Outside, the air is crisp and cool.

The roads get icy and wet,

as the kids wish to get out of school.

Children gather around the T.V

as the watch the snowy forecast.

Later they sit near the phone,

listening for the loud ring

telling them that school is closed.

People sit inside, near a bright, warm fire,

and sip their delicious hot cocoa.

They use the perfectly warm mug

as a hand warmer.

Soon the snow melts,

and the sun appears.

Finally, the snow is gone,

but only until next year.

By: Amber Dreistadt

The Beach

Waves crashing loudly.

Sand sizzles on the hot ground.

Birds fly all around.

A cloudless blue sky above.

I sit, enjoying the day.

By: Amber Dreistadt

Never Truly Awake: By Ian Stubbs Though it feels real, I’m never truly awake I hear the morning bells chiming in my ear. Though the images fade, the experience I take. I ride the train all people take I watch the sun appear. Though it feels real, I’m never truly awake. I smell the fresh bread bake I listen to the crowd cheer. Though the images fade, the experience I take I hear the politicians cry “for goodness sake!” I watch the months pass of every lonely year. Though it feels real, I’m never truly awake. I watch the people come together, and see the walls break. I see this merry band join sipping on a beer Though the images fade, the experience I take. I see the morning fog gray and opaque I speak with the people here Though it feels real, I’m never truly awake Though the images fade, The experience I take.

The Thrill of Computer Gaming

By: Ian Stubbs

Start a game of mine,

Flashing colors engulf screen.

Chatter of friends blare,

fingers dance across keyboard.

Win or lose, great joy ensues.

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