Creative Writing
January Poetry Contest
Submission Winner
Snow Day
By: Kolin L.
You wake up ready for school
But all you’ve got to do is drool!
You have your bag packed
But your need for it has slacked!
You wake up waiting for the bus
But you think why you made this huge fuss!
You wake up to play!
You wake up to a Snow Day!
We want to thank Olivia G. as the runner up in the contest:
Joy of the Night
By: Olivia G.
Winter so bright
With joys of light
To hear and see
In the glisters of night
For all to enjoy without a fright!
Embers
By: Kolin L.
Life is like fire,
We start as a spark.
We grow and we're inspired;
We make our mark.
Our flame grows
We make our embers;
One of each is our member.
They float away
And they start their way.
Killing Winter
By: Munya N.
Sitting down
Reading this poem,
While others...
Trying to find a way of lighting...
Fire.
At home.
It is heated,
Family around,
Clean and warm clothes,
Stuffed with food.
And having all of that,
Some aren't thankful.
Because there are people out there
That don’t have a quarter of what others have.
Their only wish is to have a roof.
While some others' small wish is to have things
They want, but won’t use.
Syrian, Iraquian, Palestinian, and much more
Are dying.
Mostly because of the wars that are going on,
And then there is the problem that they don’t have
The things they need.
A woman set her house on fire
Burning herself and her two children
So they would no longer feel the cold.
2019
Everyone should have
Their basic needs
Met.
People have wants and needs.
Same as people have two hands,
One hand to help the others,
And the other hand to help themselves!
Those of whom have
Should help those who need.
Be thankful.
Be prepared
For this killing winter.
Demons of Sweet Scary Silence
By: Munya N.
This poem is about facing demons. Authors find comfort in writing about how they feel because it generally helps others too. I chose to write this poem from a boy’s perspective. I hope you enjoy my sweet poem as much as I enjoyed writing it…
He stood on a bridge
In silence, solitude, and fear;
For the demons of sweet darkness
Had driven him here.
The demons cut his little heart
Right out of his chest,
Making him believe
That they know best.
They’re always there
He can’t see them;
‘Cause they’re out of his sight!
Waiting in his background,
Until they hit the right time.
The demons of his were destructive,
Knocking down the elated life he once knew.
They hated everything about him
So he hated himself too!
He never saw them,
They are so far from any fairy tale.
They live inside his mind
With the evilness they provide.
On the bridge he stood
About to end the fight,
About to end the battle,
About to end the feeling,
Then he stopped and thought;
He’ll fight them one more night.
Inner Emotions
By: Munya N.
People often ask,
“Are you ok?”
My answer is always the same,
“Fine, thanks.”
However, my eyes tell a disparate story.
My heart sings a different tune.
And my soul,
My soul just weeps.
I am somber,
Somber all the time!
My somberness,
It just doesn’t show.
I am a very good actor.
I always tell people
I’m tired,
When actually I mean
I am depressed.
I always tell people
That I’ll be
Fine tomorrow,
When I know that,
Tomorrow will be worse.
I always act,
And I know,
I won’t be able to rest from my work
The Show Must Go On.
I must be a good actor
Since some believe the act.
Others are just cruel,
Like many others.
They’d know that something is wrong with me;
They come up and say,
“Oh, come on! Get over
Your somberness already.”
These words sound to me like,
“It is just cancer, okay? Get over with it!”
Both words are mean,
Horrible,
Heartbreaking,
And most of all,
Cruel!
I hear
You are strong,
You are attractive
She doesn't need care.
She likes to laugh.
I hide all my scars with just the
Simple three words;
“I am fine!”
It is really me who is the enemy,
It is really me who beats me up,
It is really me who makes the monsters,
It is really me who strips my confidence.
Sometimes, someone or something hurts you so bad
That it stops hurting anymore.
Until a force comes crashing in
Every hurt,
Every word,
And every moment.
To make you realize you
Are alive.
How would any person understand
My story?
Or where I even came from?
Even if they try to ask,
Even if they even just simply listen.
A person can’t really see,
Hear,
Or feel
What I am going through.
No one is walking the path
I am walking.
No one is seeing what I am
Facing.
My past truly defines me.
This is who I am now,
I am unseen,
Unheard,
Unwanted.
This is me.
If even me is anything?
It seems that the same things
That hold me up,
Are also the same things that
Force me down.
There is that heavy sadness
That fills up my soul.
Deeper and deeper,
I fall within myself.
And nothing…
Could show me out.
Trapped in the misery of my life.
I am lost
in melancholy,
And the worst thing;
I am unable to see the dawn,
Unable to hope,
Unable to dream.
The darkest days of my life,
They are waiting out there for me.
The black nights that take my soul,
Aren’t going anywhere.
It always seems nighttime and nightmares.
Why wouldn’t the sun come?
Why does east come from a very different way than west?
Why is north on top while
South is on the bottom?
Inner feelings
Bring up questions.
Inner feelings
Bring fear.
Inner feelings
Bring broken promises.
Inner feelings
Bring sadness.
Inner feelings
Are my heart's longing
for something better.
This Night, I Will Write The Saddest Words By My Heart
By: Munya N.
This night I would pick my journal and pen and write,
"My nights are shattered, and the blue stars we once knew, shiver in the distance."
Then the night heard my cry, so it made the moon give out light and made the owls sing some song of broken pride.
This night, I'm ready to write the most saddest words.
I loved her, and she loved me, but her love wasn't always there.
This night was the same night of last year, the night I held her in my arms.
And we wrote our poems under the endless night sky.
Sometimes she gave out her love, and I always gave out mine.
Every soul loved her blue eyes.
This night, I'm ready to write the most saddest words.
I would write about how I feel towards her. I would write about the time I lost her.
I hear the somber sound of the night.
The lovely nights grew somber without her.
Does it matter that my love couldn't keep her?
The nights are shattering around me when she vanished.
In the distance, I hear a sad song playing.
And my soul doesn't like the fact that she isn't here to cry for the tune.
My eyes search for her, hoping to find a trace to go to her.
My heart looks for her scent.
This is the same night with its same trees.
We, at this time, are no longer here.
I no longer love her, but I will die to go to her.
My voice is trying to talk to the wind to hear her angel voice.
Because this night was the same night of last year, the night I held her in my arms.
And we wrote our poems under the endless night sky.
This would be the last pain she would make me suffer,
And this would be the last sad words I'll ever write for her.