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More notable submissions in the 2010 PoetryWITS Youth
by Cordell "TC" Cheng
Burning up forests.
Blowing up dragons.
Killing more dragons.
guys being brave.
by Molly Cutler
gray grass eater
Munching, trimming the plants now
A big lawn mower.
by Molly Cutler
rhino, with that horn of yours,
Won't you open up my doors?
by Ben Helzner
Like the darkness in an abandoned house.
I small the saltiness of everyone's
I touch the tears rolling down my cheeks.
I taste the moist, warm air.
I hear the never-ending silence in the cemetery,
as my Great Grandfather is beingk buried.
I see a man next to a grave.
by Ashley Kelly
are very good swimmers
Every penguin needs waterproof down feathers.
Nest near the shore in groups of 6 to 100 in groups
Good Emperor parents take care of their young.
Uses its beak to climb the ice.
If egg breaks he penguin will die.
Never drop an egg if you're a penguin.
by Gavin O'Neill
see leaves changing color
I hear blowing leaves
I smell cooking turkey
I feel wind blowing
I taste stuffing
by Mira Newman
canes are sweet,
delicious with delight.
hang them on Christmas trees.
It's a pretty sight.
if you're not careful
your sister will take a bite.
she does it's not her fault.
It's the candy cane's delight.
by Nathanael Cheng
remember it like yesterday
When I met you in first grade.
You were always funny but shy-
And you are still.
We became friends.
Do you remember tallking on those crisp October
quietly, friends we became
Hide and go seek, tag-
The games e played.
Panting like a dog.
met a good buddy
that one day during fall.
I met a quiet guy
by Julia Kim
lights are as bright as the moon.
They shine through the darkness
As they move to the woods.
When the sun goes up,
They turn off their light
As they wait for the night.
by Brittany Wylie
who lives on a cloud
must be very proud
to be living that high
with their head in the sky
but must be careful
not to fall
to the ground.
by Prem Vadodaria
break is so much fun,
I won' t like it when it's done.
bloom so bright
They will stand out even at night.
is almost over,
Bears come ou tand so will clover.
fly flapping their wings
Filling the sky with songs they sing.
adventures will be here
Mostly because spring is near.
Nature was kind to us
With 80 inches of snow blocking our bus.
rain comes, it will wash away the snow
And people will ask where did it go?
though spring is exciting and fun
Winter was good and now it's done.
by Micah Cheng
days are here.
Parents scramble for last minute supplies.
THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.
Scared 1st graders
Uneasy 2nd graders
Anxious 3rd graders
Nervous 4th graders and
Worried 5th graders
Regrettingly march into classrooms.
Children meet each other
and learn a routine.
Make new friends,
And say, "How do you do?"
Then go home with best of all,
Life by Subways
by Sam Ritz
the creamsicle seats on the #6 line
Rushing through darkness lit by cell phones
And dingy lit cabins awry, people occupied
by life's occurrences.
lit by men in suits
IRS files fly through the hapless token suckers
Their tongues are blackened with soot
Or is it soot?
Reaching Greenpoint unexpectedly
Brooklynites are sitting there
Waiting for their car to
And sweat-suited rappers
Anxious, watery eyed
Waiting so implausibly
In the Greenpoint Station
by Sam Burke
I see you on the train,
even though you never took the train,
sprawled out in a two-seater like you used to on
one leg higher than the other, back twisted arms
you wear those faded cargo shorts that need to be
and the old gym shirt you took from me when I could
still see straight.
You don't look at me as we round a turn and you
about a year ago, we dined al fresco at a cafe that
As the breeze rustled around us, our paper napkins
you took my menu (there was a map of Italy on the
back) and used
sugar granules to trace a trip across the countryside.
Then we licked our fingers and dragged them across
along Florence and siena and down to proscuitto
When we finished the loop we went to taste the sweetness
of it all,
instead our mouths puckered.
It was salt sitting in little clumps on our tongues.
You made a mistake, always thinking the bitter was
it wasn't you I tasted when I let my eyes slip open
I didn't even feel your hands clawing around at
me in the dark that night.
Instead, I pushed myself further under my covers
and looked up through the seams of my comforter,
the one from my childhood, the one I put back on
my bed when I ended it,
and stepped inside my own church, glowing with stain-glass
of all colors and shapes, their fuzzy warm outlines
above my head,
still forming sinister shapes in the morning light.
the food comes, my tomatoes sizzle, redder than
blanketed in mozzarella and sprigs of green basil
more alive than I am
slip onto my tongue, textures mingling,,
covering the saltiness of moments before with something
For months after I leave you I can't eat without
m tongue lighting on fire,
a phoenix finally beginning its beginning.
I knew it was salt as soon as you picked up the
and spread it across Italy.
I didn't stop you.
would've been a lie.
couldn't sleep, so I read a journal entry from my
birthday, and wrote a poem...
by Ben Schrager
It's my Birthday.
I'm on the edge,
the very tip
of the world
winds blast through
like an unwelcomed houseguest
and leave a trail of dust behind
for miles to come.
of the three-hour sunset,
home for stray dogs,
owner of the largest sky,
the slingshot to Antarctica.
don't give a shit.
point; home of Evil Santa
and Skin Cancer.
the end of the Earth.
I'm only just beginning.
High in the Tree
by Alexa Katz
bark scratches, scrapes
Against my bare legs.
Grab, get up,
I pull myself to the next limb.
network of branches twist high towards the sky.
The next, nuzzled in between
Through crevices and cracks of the wood.
They are on a mission.
I am on a mission
scrape my knee. Rough, dry hands
Grate against the grain.
scrunch beneath my fingertips
As I clutch the twigs,
Myself up to the top,
high, at the top of the tree.
by Dylan Curry
The crowd hisses like steam from a teapot.
The velvet veil ruffles;
Cheap metal rings grind on rough rope.
On the dirty, discarded plateau
She stands. No, she floats
Like a lovely lily petal falling, no, gliding, across
Of less graceful beings.
In the moment of stillness, your every expectation
is filled; she hasn't moved.
Above her stands a ruder character reading her heart.
The petal smoothly slides
Into a state of bliss. She is a snake,
Slipping through the air, silent save for the
Soft shuffling of her shoes.
She coils, ready to strike at the silent audience.
Her body shows beauty,
Her face explains famine,
As she tries to make the world understand.
by Ar Yeh Harris-Shapiro
so cold out here. I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of Winter's grip,
that glacial ache that worms its way beneath your
and soaks into your bones.
I'm afraid for the men who labor beside me,
stark black against the sterile glare of sun on
I'm afraid I'll miss a patch of ic on the tracks,
that I'll move on to the next drift
and the next train will crash
folding into a scarred heap of metal. What then?
Will the company fire me?
Will we starve?
Will my children look at me with eyes already dead,
when all I have to offer is snow?
I might get lost in this field of white,
with only silence as company.
It wouldn't be difficult.
A few steps away from the others,
a few steps into Winter's arms.
I could just lie down, and wait for the next storm,
wait for the delicate white flakes to cover my body.
I might die out here,
numb and forgotten,
in the snow,
and the cold.
by Hannah Ehlers
decided to be indecisive
(therefore making a decision).
She understood there was nothing to understand
(she knew nothing).
She rationalized in all the irrationality
(you could call it hope).
She was simple in all her complexity
(she was constantly confused).
She was on a straight line that swiveled and curved
(this line never ended).
She was ordinary being extraordinary.
She wasted trying to conserve.
She defined things with no definition
(her dictionary was insufficient).
She comforted others, but could not comfort herself
(her frustrations grew).
She cried as she dried her eyes.
She fell apart, while being put back together.
To contradict a contradiction, brings you back to