Sky High Sky Blue

Come outside and smell the fresh air
The sky up high when it cries out tears
We sometimes wonder why it ‘s so blue
When we know the answer inside me and you
It’s Mother Nature caring for it and giving it food
Sky high sky blue we will remember to appreciate
So we give you a scale from 1-10 and you’ll reach the highest rate
Sky high sky blue wen we see rain we will always think of you

–by Andrea O.

Sleepy cheeks curl into

small eyelashes

hiding behind midnight

in a world of dusty dreams.

posted by Iris

stretched tight into time

a spool of anticipation

winds you into the tension

of not knowing.

posted by Iris

Poet Laura Shovan was our guest speaker at our November Teen ‘Zine meeting. Ms. Shovan taught us about the poetry form called “Sestina“. She explained that, sometimes when writing poetry, concentrating on a poem’s format can warm up your brain. As a group, we wrote the following sestina. Each of us wrote a stanza, then put them together to form an entire poem. Enjoy!

Monday Night Sestina

The early breeze whispered, fresh
With enough of a chill to cause a twinge in the scar
Jack was given by the evil witch.
Many years ago, in an ancient forest far
Away Jack had met his fate in the unforgiving mist,
As sullenly, though the trees, the wind blew.

My heart is blue
Though I feel fresh
I run outside in the relief,
As the soft rain hits my face like mist
I slipped and fell, and then I thought, “this is going to leave a scar.”
I try to reach for a band aid but it is too far
When I thought nothing else could go wrong, here came and evil witch.

It was then wondered which
Of them had gotten so cold as to turn blue
And leave traces of color near and far
Until it snowed and left things fresh
Without leaving any sort of scar
On the rainbow mist.

And through the mist
I thought I saw a fairy or a bird, but I didn’t know which
Stumbling to the safety of my car
I felt a small breath that blew
air that smelled so sweet and fresh
That I wanted to follow the scent to lands afar

Rumplemyer searched far wide and far.
Over hill, under rock, no place was missed.
Seeking the magical grapefruit of love–juicy and fresh,
Or was it an orange? Which fruit was which?
Then a westerly, rushing wind blew
A twig to his face, leaving only a scar.

A magic charm embedded in her scar
Gave the girl second sight. Far
Into the gloom blue
Forms of ghosts moved, barely mist
She saw their bare feed, bewitched
Float just above the snow, unmarked by footprints, fresh.

And not one of them was missed
Still we knew not which was which
The stale blue fog no longer was fresh.

Join us for our next Teen ‘Zine meeting on Monday, November 14 at 7:00 pm.

posted by Administrator

In this world, there are

Blue birds
With
Purple chests

Bees
With
Red stripes

Foxes
With
Yellow tails

Pink feet
On a
Hawk

So then
Why is the
Grass so green
And the
Sky so blue?

posted by Black-eyed Susan

Pink and green

Small and bright

Little stingers

Waving softly

Hiding quickly

Always cares

Never lies

posted by Black-eyed Susan

Nothing ever happens

in the slow pitter-patter

of rain

in my hair growing

wetter by the moment.

The silence is nothing

but gentle drops

underneath my feet

crunching gravel.

Nothing ever happens in the rain.

posted by Iris

it’s just the push of wooden floors under dancing feet

dust moves in swirls

the smell of worn leather shoes

echoes of leaps and bounds.

posted by Iris

Congratulations to the winners of our 2009 Word Up! Poetry Contest!

You can read all the winning poems here.

Posted by Administrator

The cold fingertips that had graced my skin
Will not last forever however beautiful
The darkened eyes that laced with red tinge
Cannot hold forever, remain eternally grateful
The marks of the sins, staining your name
Glass wings shattered, delicate ring
The redemption nearing, pausing ritualistic games
Countless lives in sacrifice, unsaid number dying
The midnight kisses surpass the tresses of pain
Feathers tearing, soaring, flying
The voices raising, singing to the heavens
Masterpiece roaring, resounding nations
The hearts reach out with blood stained burdens
Forgiveness absent, puzzle pieces rationed
The innocence stolen, pride stabbed and power stripped
Dignity crushed, the defiance mocked
The silent cries went unheard, threatening to rip
Tries fall limp, the keys unlocked
The sun sets in the horizon to this corrupt land
Rivers run wild in the dark, manners unshaven
The progress intercepted, the course already ran
No longer is what can be given, only that can be taken.

Posted by Asmodeus