By: Alayanna Bouwens
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Halloween Night
By: Seng Nhkum
In the starry dark of
the autumn sky,
a ghost-shaped cloud
went drifting by.
Ghosts and goblins
ring the chime.
You’ll hear the
super spooky scary
time of the year
is coming by.
Cats prowl,
Winds howl,
Witches ride,
Puppies hide.
It’s Halloween!
Costumes are unseen
till the night of ghoulish fun
that avoids the sun.
Dressed up like ghosts,
and frighten those we meet.
Tonight is the night where,
Trick or treaters roam the street
running like hungry werewolves
from door to door
to get the best candy to live for.
A sweet treat stash to store.
Jack-O-Lanterns smiling bright
wishing you a haunting night.
Shadows dance beneath the moon,
Whispers float like a spooky tune.
Pumpkins glow with fiery eyes,
Spinning webs with the black crow flies.
Bats sore high in the chilly air,
Chilling, laughter, echo everywhere.
Magic feels this eerie night,
Filling hearts of spooky fright!
The Breakaway
By: Canaan Nonnemacher
The defenseman stumbles, a fatal mistake,
The gap in the neutral zone, the forward will take.
The goal light is empty, the ice clean and wide,
No one is near him, there’s nowhere to hide.
The crowd holds its breath, just a silence so deep,
As the puck leaves his stick, a promise to keep.
The goalie stays anchored, a fortress of pads,
Reading the angle, defying the lads.
The wrist shot is launched with a quick, snapping sting,
Past leather and post, hear the victory sing!
The net bulges bright, like a flag in the breeze,
The moment is sealed, brought down to its knees.
Midnight’s Little Secrets
By: Canaan Nonnemacher
The hour is late, the streets are damp,
The mist creeps low across the lawn.
A solitary silver lamp
Burns weakly, waiting for the dawn.
The windows stare like vacant eyes,
Above the hollow, quiet street,
Where shadows stretch and sound replies
To soft, quick taps of running feet.
A fence post holds a silly trick,
A toilet paper shroud it wears.
A garden gnome, misplaced and quick,
Is moved from where the owner cares.
A whispered name behind a tree,
A giggle smothered by a sleeve—
For tonight, the spirit of glee
Gives license to what we believe.
The door springs open, light spills wide,
A hand drops chocolate in a pail.
The youthful faces, hard to hide,
Are cheered by sugar’s sweet prevail.
The wind picks up a forgotten leaf,
It dances with a hurried sound,
For in this night of playful grief,
The best kept secrets can be found.
We tell the tales of ancient dread,
Of witches, wolves, and things unseen,
But really, it’s the fun instead,
That crowns the night of Halloween.
Fall is here
By: Seng Nhkum
Two doors that tell the “Truth”
By: Marina Yang
Two doors that tell the “truth”,
but one of them tells what you wanna hear.
A shorter path via selfish acts with everything you want,
your dream type, what you’ve envied of others, etc.
But the other door tells you what you need to hear.
To learn patience, kindness, and respect to not only yourself but others.
And you’ll truly receive what’s rightfully yours
whether it be love,
future wants, needs, etc.
One door path is a gift, while the other is a bribe.
Life is like a long maze,
the countless ups and downs getting to the precious end after each corner.
Maze never has shortcuts, just promising dead ends.
The guide to life (maze) is patience (map),
you might not know what’s around the corner without knowing.
But a map is better than walking blind.
A chill day at the arboretum
By: Nils Hilleson
Spring leaves and leaves fall
Fallen leaves leave crunches
As we leave a trail through the leaves
Soon fall will leave but not just yet
Today the branching paths guide us
Through the trees and their barren branches
A branch in the path, a decision to be made
Any branch will show us beautiful branches
A chilly wind blows bringing warmer colors
A warm hoodie keeps me unchilly
And safe from falling leaves from branches
A chill day at the arboretum
Simply a Poet
By: Violet Hirman
Suncatcher
By: Violet Hirman
Paper Thin
By: Violet Hirman
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