WDS Poetry
Colors of the vowels
by Kaja Senanayake
"A burns crimson, fierce, a blazing flame,
The rose’s blush, the dawn’s first fiery kiss.
Its passion calls, a fire that none can tame,
A world alight in scarlet’s searing bliss.
E shines golden, bright as midday’s sun,
The gilded wheat fields waving in the breeze.
It whispers warmth when morning has begun,
A gentle hum among the amber trees.
I gleams silver, sharp as moonlit frost,
A mirrored lake beneath the starry glow.
Its gleaming edge recalls the paths once crossed,
A world of dreams where hidden secrets flow.
O rings of cobalt, vast as twilight skies,
A tranquil depth where endless oceans lie.
It's quiet calm, where stillness softly cries,
A boundless orb of azure's watchful eye.
U breathes emerald, life in verdant streams,
The forest’s heart, the earth’s eternal green.
It sings of roots, of growth, of nature’s dreams,
A vital pulse within the unseen scene."
A Stranded Astronaut
by Sunny Guy
"A black abyss
of nothingness
Scattered stars
light a path to mars
I look down at my hometown
The sandy beach
the children’s shrieks
But all of that’s so far away
so here I am forced to stay
In this spooky, scary, lonely, wary
dark and crazy place
like a forgotten face."
To Fly Away
by Zelde Whiteley
"One flap, two flap, he jumps and falls
Three flap, four flap, he spreads his wings and soars
His sister follows, but doesn’t flap. Her body broken, her head lolls
His eyes scour the ground below
Settling on the many great brown boar
As he takes in this new point of view
The clouds swirl above on a beautiful blue
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The world that had once seemed so new
Has lost its golden hue
A heavy heart weighs him down
One flap, two flap, he flys away
Desperate to escape the day
His soft yellow feathers turn to brown
His fight for peace
Will never cease
His sisters flight
Haunts his every night"
Water Drops
by Zelde Whiteley
"Water.
Crystal clear; A beautiful shimmering lake
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Water.
For me to drink.
For you too.
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Water.
A great big dark abyss.
Filled with the unknown
Ready, waiting to pull us down.
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Water.
Cascading down the rocks.
Its loud roar fills my ears
And the rainbow of light
Reflecting off the fall
Fills my eyes with Beauty
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Water.
“Pool time!”
“Let's go play!!"
A thing of fun.
Of joy.
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Water.
It falls from the sky.
Blessing the ground
With each drop.
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Water.
A place of bonding,
For father and son.
A place to find food
For all the family.
​Water.
Something of rarity.
When it falls,
The dry ground drinks.
Relief flooding through it
Water.
A thing brought upon
By sadness.
Full of shame.
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Water.
Cold.
Hard.
Frozen.
I glide across it,
Like a bird in flight.
Water.
My home.
My fellow schoolmates
Swirl and dive with me.
We are one,
In our great blue home.
Water.
Fresh.
Cold.
Frozen.
White footprints scatter the ground.
Water.
The first thing I knew,
Then I grew arms & legs.
Now I hop from pond to pond.
Soon, water is the first thing my young will know."
13 Ways Of Looking At The Night
by Amy Nowitzki
"I
Darkness surrounds,
covering your eyes.
Stumbling along like
a doe in headlights.
II
Through a sea of black,
there is light,
peeking through the blinds.
III
A time of loneliness,
where only the moon
will speak with you.
IV
Peace offers its hand.
Bringing safety and stillness, comfort and warmth.
V
Monsters. Everywhere.
Holding your eyelids open,
fueling your imagination.
Sleep, never arriving.
VI
Slumber captures your mind,
peaceful, steady sleep you receive every night.
VII
As you drift away,
a land of horrors you find.
You cannot escape, as if you were a bird, locked up in a cage.
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VIII
Candy and sweets, bless you in your sleep.
All sweet dreams,
while you rest in your warm bed.
IX
A time for celebration, for good food and drinks.
Time to be with friends, flashing lights all around.
X
Just peace.
Mostly, at least.
After a long day,
in bed you lay.
XI
You lie awake,
awaiting sleep.
But sleep will not come.
This happens every night, you lay, wondering, when will it stop?
XII
You don’t want to rest!
You’d rather play all night long.
But these giants will not let you, forcing you into sleep.
XIII
One day, you’ll sleep forever.
Usually, and hopefully,
you shall enter this peacefully.
And shall not be awakened, but dug into the earth."
Untitled
by Clara Rodriguez-Tye
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"a murder of crows all perched in a tree,
a manifestation of guilt.
they migrate once more when the
seasons change, and a new home to leave once more "
Tiny
by Jackson Lowe
"Why is tiny big?
Tiny and big are rivals
Though tiny and big work
Together
Think about it
Big is
Tiny
And tiny is
Big
Big has
3 letters and
1 Syllable
Tiny has
4 letters and
2 syllables
Let's think about it like trees
The big tree is as big as
A pine tree
And the tiny tree is as tiny
As a bonsai tree
Eventually the big tree will die and become
tiny
And the tiny tree will be
big
Now the cycle repeats
Big to tiny
Tiny to big"