Writing to get published by Sigalit Cassuto

I need to write a poem,

But I am full of boredom,

Every minute passes by,

Even though I try.

I can not think of anything to write,

So I don’t feel too bright,

Guy Stewart says there is no such thing as writer’s block,

But every minute passes by as I watch the clock.

I’ve been revising my novel,

Right now it’s quite awful,

But I will never give up,

Because now I am grown up.

I used to be blinded,

Now I am high minded,

Even if publishers reject me,

There is always someone out there, who will accept me.

Ethereal by Victoria Jaimes

A solituded feather

Afloat upon a steam

A fussing volcano's pellucid fog

A squirt of fresh whipped cream.

A lagoon of cyan waters

That are clearer than a gem

A galaxy of the brightest stars

A rose atop her stem.

A sweetly flavored snowflakes

Absorbed by your wet tongue

A sunset's richest colors

The smile of someone young.

All these things, so wonderful

Too perfect to exist

Extremely delicate, light and airy

You simply can't resist.

A Pinch Of Wonder by Kelly Park

 Sometimes, A Pinch Of Wonder is all it takes.

A Pinch Of Wonder.

A Bit Of Power.

A Rumble Of Thunder.

A Flash Of Fire.

Is All I Desire.

But Plunder I Do Not Beg For,

For It Harms The Poor,

It Harms Them To The Core.

Their Hearts You Have Tore,

Try Not To Tear Them More.

If You Can, Make Them Soar.

Get Them High Up In The Clouds,

Where They Can Stand, Tall And Proud.

Where They Are Allowed,

To Be Loud.

But You Can’t Fix,

Not With A Bag Of Tricks.

But You Can Fix,

With A Rule Of Six.

Be Kind.

Be Strong.

Be Wise.

Be Helpful.

Be You.

And, Lastly, Follow Your Heart.

The pink glass stone by Sigalit Cassuo

In a land far away,

Lived a man and his dear fiance’,

It was a very rich village,

They were quite privilege.

One day the man went hunting,

And as he was humming,

He ran into a cave,

Inside was a woman, who appeared very brave,

She had long silky brown hair,

She seemed quite fair,

So pale,

She made you exhale.

She seemed to be dreaming,

The man leaned down towards her,

And in the dark she was gleaming.

The man jumped up,

As she woke up,

He held her gaze just for a moment,

And the man seemed to be frozen,

Locked in the trance of her deep green eyes,

He knew what he was about to do, would no be wise.

Before he could make a decision,

The woman spoke up, and he listened,

My husband has a heart made of paper thin copper,

The man couldn’t stop her,

As she screamed,

As if she woke up from another dream.

The man said, madam are you alright?

The woman answered, no,

My husband is practically dead,

He will never forgive, for the sin I have done,

Was such a horrible one.

I let him have a heart made of paper thin copper,

And no love is left in his heart,

It’s like he threw in my a heart, dart.

The man listened carefully,

Sitting down gracefully,

But all of a sudden he tripped,

A there was something his hand had gripped.

It was a pink glass stone,

Lots of light it had shone,

What do you think it is? Asked the man.

But the woman was already jumping in excitement,

The man saw the woman’s face brighten,

The woman said, this is the stone of my dreams,

As tears came down the woman’s face in streams,

This will cure my husband, she said,

And with that she left the cave without dread.

The man had no idea what just happened,

And he suddenly found himself napping,

For he had entered the cave of dreams,

And won’t be woken up till his true love comes,

By all means.

Wikipedia's Sonnet by Lauren Scherer

Wikipedia exists to tell me

Useless things like how to make grape ice cream.

I don't want to know about a map's key.

What even is a naval base called Ream?

Why should I know about New Zealand's Alps?

I don't need to know about Persian limes.  

What are pseudoscorpions' pedipalps?

Must I know about the hollow called Kimes?

Why do silkworms like white mulberry leaves?

Why must I know how to use some Chapstick?

Who even is a Carney called Reeves?

Really? Which neurons fire while I lick?

I can never find the info that I need

It has so much useless info, I bleed.

The Jaws of your angered mom by Kevin Samey

The Jaws of your angered mom are clenching.

She probably had a bad day.

You tried to avoid the tension.

But it didn’t work out that way.

You got yelled at for no reason.

You disliked such treachery.

There was obviously no pleasing.

So you hid in your bedroom treasury.

But there was no hiding there.

She bursted in and told you to clean your room.

As if you thought she cared.

But suddenly there was a boom!

You were told to keep cleaning with your broom.

And came bursting down your bathroom.

You heard the sounds and left when she wasn’t seeing.

You knew you were doomed.

It seemed rather complicated

Pipes where bursted and clogged

And there was your dad, sitting on the remainder of the toilet with a newspaper, CONSTIPATED.

Hmm.. You thought to yourself. This would be great in your blog!  

Severe Words by Sammi Lenertz

Tornado of whispers

hunker down,

or else be swept up

Hurricane of murmurs

throw caution to the wind,

and fight for salvation

Storm of rumors

earthquake of opinions

severe words, seek shelter immediately

Standardized Tests by Duncan Thesingh

Standardized tests,

we are made do over and over.

Standardized tests,

make us a loather.

When will they stop?

How many times will they repeat?

That is the question,

that we just can't beat.

Standardized tests,

coming in a tornado.

Standardized tests,

turning our brains into play-dough.

We have had enough,

with standardized tests!

It is time for us,

to just have a rest.

A Mountain of Acknowledgement by Darrel Zhao

A mountain of acknowledgement

For all those who went avant-garde

Standing out, in the crowd

Rewarding those who worked hard.

Acknowledgement feels good,

Especially if you were studious

Through study and patience  

honesty and grit

Nobody will doubt you hence.

The Cave Of The Human Heart by Duncan Thesingh

I am standing on the jaws of the cave of the human heart.

As I stare into its mouth, all I see is a cave of colours.

Some happy, some sad, some infuriated that I came.

But in the end, it was all he better, for me to stay sane.

Standardized Tests

by Duncan Thesingh

Standardized tests,

we are made do over and over.

Standardized tests,

make us a loather.

When will they stop?

How many times will they repeat?

That is the question,

that we just can't beat.

Standardized tests,

coming in a tornado.

Standardized tests,

turning our brains into play-dough.

We have had enough,

with standardized tests!

It is time for us,

to just have a rest.

The man with the heart of paper thin copper by Sigalit Cassuto

A man and his wife very poor, lived in a village,

The man took out milk to drink, and there was a huge spillage,

He could feel his heart speeding very fast, and knew something was wrong

His wife hurried with her husband to the doctor

And expressed her sorrow in a song.

She stopped singing the song,

When the doctor came up to her,

And gave her her news she didn’t long,

He said this man has a heart problem,

The only way to fix it, is to make a heart of thin copper

The wife cried out in pain,

Where am I  supposed to find copper?

But the doctor couldn’t stop her.

As she ran out of the room,

Knowing there was only doom.

All of a sudden,

An old man walked up to the doctor,

He said he knew these problems,

And he knows how to solve them.

He said, I have a heart made of paper thin copper,

And I’ll give it to the lady who jumps like a grasshopper.

I’ve lived long enough,

Now it’s time to pass it to a young man more tough.

The wife couldn’t bear to hear this,

Won’t the old man’s life he’ll miss?

The doctor said okay fine,

It’s better than a heart made of grime.

The doctor did his surgery,

The wife was pacing frantically,

The doctor finished,

And the woman listened,

He said everything went okay,

But your husband has a small price to pay.

The woman asked, what do you mean?

The doctor answered,

No love is left in his heart, only paper thin copper.

And the woman jumped back like a grasshopper.

The woman asked the doctor,

So how will he live?

The doctor answered,

Please, madam forgive,

He will have to live alone forever,

Far away from his family and friends together.

This time the woman gave a horrific scream,

And ran out of the hospital ad fast as she could,

Only to find she would live in a cave, forever in a dream.

From that day on, the husband lived,

Living a lonely life he would never forgive.

The wife had finished to scream,

But only to lay in the cave forever in a dream.

War Threnody by Darrel Zhao

War is a game of chess,

You have to think ahead.

You plan your combatant's moves

Or you’ll lose more or less.

War is very saddening,

Very saddening indeed.

But you must focus

through patience and strength

And give the fight some heed.

But fighting for one’s country,

is very tough indeed.

Lives lost, family missed,

All the way to the last plea,

I’d like to tell them “thank you,” for

their gracious duty.