Student Art

Eighth Grades Poem Writing

By Meadow Schneider, 8th grade

In eighth grade Humanities, at the beginning of class we were told to bring our desks together and form a circle by our teacher, David Irwin. Mr.Irwin started off by explaining that we would be writing a poem together, it would be a silent activity and everyone would write one or two lines each. Then after a small discussion about what the prompt would be, Mr.Irwin gave a blank piece of paper to a student. Once the sheet of paper had been passed around the circle, giving everyone a chance to add to the poem, Mr.Irwin handed another sheet of paper to a different student, this time with a prompt written on the top. By the end of class five different poems were written, each poem going around the circle at least two times; then we spent the last 5-10 minutes of class reading the poems and laughing at how bizarre they ended up being.

When The Student, Becomes The Teacher...

Mr.Irwin sits there,

In his Chair,

Unaware,

that today Sam's in charge,

he better prepare.

Because danger could be near,

to disapear

gone forever,

replaced by fear of Sam, near

Mr Irwin shaking,

quaking,

but then waking,

it was all a nightmare,

And I was driving to school, then he pulled up there,

as I wonder...

what could happen to me,

if I were to disappear?

Would people be sad?

Mad?

Would they care at all?

I don't know or care,

but I do.

I do but life 's not all fair,

but ya'll have fun.

My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears

rollin' high and mighty traps,

Blue tissues drying my tears

I think he's coming, I hear the traps.

But who is coming I wonder?

It makes me scared.

But do I dare

I have to know

who or even what

is there?

Without terror, I would near,

and bare the traps.

They do scare,

but not enough,

They do spare

a little too much.

And I have a hunch,

that there will be no brunch...

I don't have a hunch

about

anything,

MUNCH!

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