“Poem of Life”
By: Trinity Bowie
I am not that old.
I have learned things.
I will learn things,
as I go.
I hope not to die young.
I hope I don’t suffer when I’m old and frail.
I've seen much suffering.
I’ve done much suffering,
that you may never know.
My life story so far,
is too much for now.
I want peace.
I win and loose peace,
as goes the story of life.
I wish my family well,
and that it goes on for some time.
Though I am not ready to die,
one day, I’ll be ready to die,
as does my grandmother.
She says she wants to go home to the lord.
All we do is cry.
We are not ready.
We will not be ready.
We can only hide our eyes.
“Don’t Blink”
By Harlie Corner
The baby wakes up,
Eyes open like the sky.
Her parents lean over
her
And her laughter fills
the room.
The child wakes up,
Her eyes narrow with
glee
As she runs through the
grass.
Not a care in the world,
And she feels as if she
can fly.
The young lady wakes up
With eyes all aglow.
Her smile is contagious
As she walks down the
aisle.
The woman wakes up,
But her eyes stay closed
in prayer.
Not a day goes by
When she doesn’t miss
him.
The old lady wakes up,
Cloudy eyes that cannot
see.
As she takes a final
breath,
She smiles once more.
“Life is More”
By : Reagan Wimberly
Many believe life is one big cycle,
You are born, you live, you die.
But life is much more.
The start, screaming, crying
People in awe, overwhelmed by the beauty.
The toddler, living without a care,
Full of hope, full of joy.
The teenager, full of beginnings and ends
A time of rebelling, trials and hardships,
The immense schools load, moments made and never forgotten.
The young adult, fresh in love and laughter,
Awaiting the day you have dreamed about,
Saying I do.
The parents, endless nights with no sleep,
Welcoming your best friend into this world, choices to be made.
The worker, a family to provide for,
Bills to be paid, work to be done,
Yet still making time for the things you care about most.
The end, a life well lived,
Full of memories,
Good times, bad times.
No regrets,
As you say goodbye to everything you have ever known.
A new journey begins.
“Time After Time”
By Hannah Hermann
When we are
young,
All
we want is to grow up.
The
funny thing is that,
When
we are old,
We
just want to be young again.
We
start out with wild imaginations,
But
as we age, our imaginations dull.
Time
is a horse no man can break,
It
takes you for one wild ride.
When
we are young,
We
are energetic and in eternal bliss.
When
we are old,
We
are lethargic and face hardships.
Life
can flash in the blink of an eye,
So
live life to the fullest.
All
chapters must end,
So write your own
story.
“A
Life Is Like A Football Career”
By:
Raleigh Hagler
My
life is like a football career,
And
the people around me are players,
Players
added and traded away.
And
it is in stages. First is high school,
Learning,
building reputation.
Then
to college,trying to overcome the
Upperclassman,
working harder
Than
most. Then being drafted,
Moving
far away from family,
But
hoping to make another.
Then
moving around, and
Closer
to home. Meeting new
Players
and meeting some more
After
getting traded again.
Then
finally making your
Mark
on a team to bring
Glory
to your name. Having
Great
seasons then some
Regular
seasons. Then it is
Time
to retire, to try
Something
new. So you start
To
coach to help others,
That
want to be just like
You.
But after time you
Can
not do it anymore, so
You
stop coaching, and leave
It
alone for the last time.
The Sunflower Field
By Leslie Fernandez
A seed was planted in the ground,
Like a baby in its mother’s womb.
Once sprouted, the crying came
Both being brought into the world.
Learning the way of life,
Eating and sleeping,
Growth was shown.
The seedling had sprouted her first leaves
And the baby had walked her first steps.
Learning to run and play, while the other
Learning to catch
the sun to feast.
Soon their adventure into life began.
The growth was continuing.
The seedling soon had a bud
While the girl grew into her mother’s shoes
Time was still needed before she bloomed
And time was given to both plant and girl.
The flower nearing her bloom and the girl did
too
But the girl had a surprise, for she had a
seedling too.
And soon the flower bloom and the seedling grew.
The girl was at the end of her rope
As she had fallen ill, and her flower of life
Had started to wither.
Withered away were both, but hope was near
As the cycle of life appeared again,
For her seedling had been left behind.
“Life”
By: Andrew Golden
Life has many diverse parts,
Lots of different changes in between each part.
It can be tough at times,
But you can make it through.
The first part is the child stage,
At this age you start to learn.
How to tie a shoe,
How to write a complete sentence,
How to add numbers.
The second part is the teenager stage.
This stage can be the most difficult.
You start to learn who you are,
Also your place in the real world.
Then comes adulthood,
You have a lot more responsibilities,
A full time job,
And bills to pay.
Next is the mid-life stage,
Where your not old yet but not young either.
You start to think about retirement,
And what to do next.
Next is the elderly stage,
You have children all grown up,
Grandchildren to see,
Then someday, it's all gone.
“Some People Aren’t Prepared”
Lucy Wiegert
She looked around,
And saw these people from her childhood.
So many had changed.
So many had grown.
She looked around,
And saw the students she had shared her life
with.
Some were tall and lanky.
Some were short and stocky.
She looked around,
And saw the faces of her friends.
Some she’d had forever
Others were new acquaintances.
She looked around,
And saw deep emotion.
Some were happy
Others were sad.
She looked around,
And thought to herself,
“Some grow old quick
Others stay childish forever.”
She looked around,
And she knew
That some people weren’t prepared
For the real world.
“The Great Roller Coaster”
By: Morgan Pritchett
Life is like a roller coaster.
A very very unpredictable one.
One second you’re at the top,
The next you are at the bottom.
Some people have everything,
Then they have nothing.
Some people have nothing,
Then they have everything.
But as your grow up,
You realise that materialistic things do not
matter.
All that matters is the future,
Not what you did yesterday
Or the day before.
We all have our ups and downs.
Like I said before life is a
roller coaster.
So live it to the fullest.
Don’t worry about what other people think.
Just do you.
Because one day that roller coaster will come to
an end.
Do not end it with regrets,
Wishing you would’ve opened your eyes at the top
and saw the view,
Or thrown your hands up as you’re diving down.
Just make it count.
Because you only have one ticket for the ride.
“Growing Up’’
By Amaya Smith
Only just born into the world
An infant crying, while being held.
Holding his mom’s hand,
The infant now a young boy
Smiles with his new bookbag on
Ready for his first day of Kindergarten.
The young boy, now a teenager
Who just wants to fit in with all his friends,
Rebellion
starts to creep in.
The young man, who wants to explore
Leaves his home to take on the world.
Just like that, he is an old man
Playing with all of his grandchildren
Holding on to his wife’s hand
Spending as much time with her as he can.
Having to depend on everyone,
The old man has now reached the end
Trying to enjoy every second with his family
Slowly counting down the days
Till he sees his wife again.
The Life of Jasper
By Clay Thompson
A child once was I,
Full of energetic thoughts,
And playing all day long.
My entire world was home,
No other space accompanying me
In my adventures learning all the while,
Until to school I left.
Oh, how the early years seemed far distant
As I, stumbling, traversed through life.
When arising, then leaving for school
Seemed “normal” to me in that stage.
Then I, growing older all the while,
Raced through life like a bullet,
Not a care in the world had I then,
Oh, how those choices then affect me now.
Growing old is like a horrible experience,
Your life slipping slowly away,
But all of it you deem not so,
Yet you still approach the final door.
Life of Brannon
By Carter Brannon
Growing up has many
blessings
When I was an infant
I would grab hold of
anything
And wanted my parents
close
Then I started school
And made friends with
the others
We would play forever
Inside or out
As I got older
The outside became less
of life
And inside took all our
time
Watching tv and playing
fortnite
Then I was in high
school
Recent years went by
like a blink
Where I work every
morning
And eat the rest of the
day
Now I am half way
through the year
Grades are ok but could
improve
Have things on my mind
full time
And got teammates who
got my back.
Life will pass by
By: Brianna Crockett
Life is a mystery,
One that we have yet to solve.
First, his birth, an infant crying,
Needing warmth, needing air,
Needing love and care. The descent
Into school, while quick and fierce,
Is a child with a loathing fire.
Then a young man,
With great passion and desire,
To be better, to rise higher.
A jealous eruption, and yearning to fight;
Stopped by a fair maiden.
Then an adult, with thick full beard
And the maiden now wife; she gives a child.
Now the man very old, very frail,
Watches his young son, and his beautiful wife.
He sits and thinks, about past now gone, first
infant,
Then boy, a young man and a grown one.
And happily watching he drifts,
Drifts into an eerie silence.
“Life Goes On”
By: Lydia Belflower
The news had came they
had long awaited,
The baby was finally
here.
Mother and Father all in
awe,
Crying tears of joy
meeting their new baby girl.
Little did the crying
infant know,
What life had in store
for her.
Time grew older, and so
did she.
In a few months she was
crawling and walking.
She cried on the first
day of school,
And begged for Mommy to
stay.
She grew and grew and
was unstoppable.
She was learning to
drive and then she brings her boyfriend home,
Hoping her Daddy would
have her approval.
She graduated school,
and then she graduated college.
She got a husband she
loved and got her a job.
Soon, she would start a
family of her own.
The cycle began once
more, leaving the task up to her own children.
In her last days she
reflected, “In life, all thing must pass by,
Like a car on the
highway.
Life is short and enjoy
every moment,
Make sure to live,
laugh, but most importantly love.”
“The Game of Life”
By: Dustin Yearty
Life’s a passage,
with many destinations to go.
Small, infantile is the first stop,
Being helpless without your guides.
It’s hopeless to be independent yet.
Now, it pauses at a scholar,
wondering many questions and answers.
Though you may think its rough,
deep down you like it.
Continuing as a young lover, you take your
shots.
Serenading fellow sweethearts
with your self perceived romantic tune.
Now, as a soldier, you stand your ground.
Your opinions are the basis of your life.
The passage continues.
Soon, you’re a justice, you’ve learned so much.
To pass it on is your goal, your purpose.
Later, as a lean fellow, your duty is done.
The task is finished, you may rest now.
Alas, the journey must end.
Like a second child, you lay,
waiting for the release into a greater voyage.
A spiritual passage.
“Life is Short”
By: Caleb Hill
Adding, adding, adding NEVER subtracting
this is how life goes
always getting older, never younger.
Life is short, make the best of it.
The first stage is infant to toddler
those first words and steps.
Then the young child, going to school
making friends, having fun.
After comes the teen, full of
love, joy, struggles, family, school.
Young adult is next, collage, marriage, jobs, friends.
Then you move to older
adult, kids of your own, working
building up money for their kids.
Then comes the old age, grandkids, vacations,
retirement, loss of health. Then you are gone,
loved ones grieving, praying, wishing you the
best. life is short make
the best of it.
“Rule of Threes”
By: Veronica Lee
Living, Loving, Laughing
Knowing the “Rule of
Threes”
Crawling, talking,
walking
Hopelessness set upon
you.
Growing and learning the
ways of your parents,
Not knowing what is best
for yourself.
Moving around, place to
place,
Only to learn more and
become more.
Setting goals, and
making them happen.
Learning what is
important to you,
Even if it means losing
a friend or two.
Knowing yourself and
being that and no one else.
Learning the ways of the
world and how it works,
Thinking and believing
you do not belong there.
Going to school, your
graduation year,
Letting that life go and
starting a new one, the life of an adult.
Life is not as easy as
it may seem from the outside.
Balancing your husband,
kids and a job,
Not knowing what is to
come.
Your kids live the same
as you had,
Making mistakes, but
learning as their life goes on.
You grow older, knowing
what is near.
Not fearing but knowing
what is to come.
Parting from family but
gaining an eternity of happiness.
Living, loving, parting,
it goes with the “Rule of Threes”.
Thank you, mom.
By Demetrius Pope Jr.
A young woman sheds a tear as her newborn son
cries
A doctor puts him in her arms, she looked in his
eyes.
She loves him so dearly, more than life itself
She promised she’d be there if he ever needed
help.
She taught him to walk, and caught him when he
fell
She talk him to talk, and he’d soon be speaking
well.
As this young boy get’s older and a little
stronger,
He feels as if his mother’s aid is needed no
longer.
The boy in his adolescence will soon meet a
girl,
He lays eyes on her and sees his whole world.
He feels he truly loves her, and thinks she is
perfect
The boy treated her better than the woman who
birthed him.
But something would happen, he couldn’t imagine
anything worse than
One day, somehow, this young girl would hurt him
And when she’s gone he’ll cry on his mother’s
shoulder
She always has been there, always been his
boulder.
Years later the boy has aged, but his mother
even older,
She moves a little slower, and her body grows
colder.
When she holds her son’s hand, it is that of a
man
And he now helps her walk and talk when she
can’t.
Her time is near gone, as he lays her to bed
And the now grown man sheds a tear as he says
I love you so dearly, more than life itself
And thank you so much for all of your help.
“Life Stages”
By: Matthew Bland
We all start off young,
With not much use of the tongue.
But as we grow older,
We get a little bolder.
We learn how to speak,
And grow older every week.
We soon hate school
We would much rather chill by the pool.
But we grow more mature,
And our minds turn pure.
We finish our education
And then enjoy our occupation.
We then retire
And our children we admire
As we think of things to say
And our hair turns grey
Life comes to a close
We say goodbye to our foes
It is sad to see
But we have lived a life full of glee
