8th Grade Poetry2012-2013

Ode to Stick Figures

This is an ode to stick figures.So customizable,Yet so simple, but complicatedDifferent ways to draw themYou could just draw a picture

With clouds, a sun, and colorOr draw comics, black & whiteAction, comedy, innocent or violentDifferent ways of expressingAlways my favorite.

Tommy Anderson

Ode to Baseball

Baseball is a great sport, The fresh cut grass smells amazing,Getting on the field and making a play.

When you play in the scorching sun, youStill gotta be determined to score a run.Win your game, and don’t be cocky.

The big game is always the best, Especially if you’re in extra innings, a Runner on third and the ball game isTied, a base hit to left field, runComing in, and winning once again!

By Kaden Bass

Sadness

Clouds crowding my mindRaindrops under my eyesThunder comes, turning into angerSadness is the storm in my mind.

By Tanner Bebee

Ode to Life

People say life is unfair.I say who really cares?

Life is what you make of it.It is a precious gift. Don’t waste it.

I hope to be out there one day, Making everything go my way.

Life is brighter than the sun.Life is free. Go, now run.

Life is a stage,But do not be afraid.

By Tanner Bebee

Books

Books, what wonderful, happy things!Open with imagination and power!On with the inspiration, on with the hope!Kiss the smooth pages with ink! So open a book and go on an adventure!

By Laurel Bolding

You. All the things you do.

Your smile and your heart. I knew it from the start. That I always wanted it to be us two.

Beautiful and daring. You always have me sharing. Like a star, you shine.Please, always be mine.

You keep my heart beating. Keep the birds tweeting.I’m always here, never fleeting.

You and your sweet smile.Please, stay for a while? Forever in my heart.I knew it from the start.So this is my Ode to You.

By Hannah Clark

Ode to Nature

Nature is a beautiful thingespecially every time it’s Spring.

I love all the colorful flowers,I could sit outside with them for hours.

Listening to the gentle breeze,while sitting under the shade of trees.

Hearing different songs from birds,while listening carefully to the words.

Lying underneath the sun,gives off the feeling of fun.

Nature is a beautiful thing, It helped me write a poem, inspiring.

by Rachel Cragg

Ode to Sports

Something I really like is sportslike running around in basketball shorts

or running up the court all dayand scoring on a play

to the other teamwe are big and mean

practice all day on your shotmake sure it goes in, right on the spot

but sitting on the bench isn’t funbecause at the end of the game you think,what could I have done?

By Megan Crow

PAPER

Perfectly smooth and also rectangular,Always waiting inside my binder,Perfectly white with straight blue lines,Everyday I use some of mine,Rectangular, smooth, straight, and white.

By Baxter DavenportBeing called a metal mouth canRuin your sunny day.A mean little boyCan make you notEven want to open your mouth,Stinks more than anything.

By Carli David

Frogs jump, climb, and croakResting in the trees so high.Or trying to catch the nearest flyGripping the rocks in the river that flows.Slimy and sticky long webbed toes.

By Madison Dupont

Brothers are too hidden at times.Raging about me walking in his roomOpening to no one but his friend and his enemies.The simple things too.Hating being told what to do.Eating all the time, but now,Remembering I’m that way too.

By Josie Gerdes

Duct Tape

Duct tape fixed anything,Umbrella that’s cracked or broken.Can fix a leaky sink.

or a Tub that drips.

Tape called duct tapeAmazing, sticky and greatPipe that broke, it can fix that too.Even a shoe that has a hole.

By Sonie Gilbert

Hearts have wordsEars hear them nice and slowlyAre they speaking to you?Right up next to your ear, like a whisper?Tears are caused because of these beautiful things.So listen close with wisdom.

By Kaylee Haddock

On the shore with a beautiful viewCoconuts fall from the palm treeEarly morning sun so brightAmazing waves come so highNear the standing sandcastles

By Holly Hambrick

Making me feel complete in life,Using rhymes to help me sleep at night,Symphonies to express myself,In all different ways, my feelings put on a shelf,Caring for me till the day I die; music is my lullaby.

By Rebecca Herriman

Clearly not a fun place to be,Lessons go by, everyone bored,All the students talking. The teacher wantsSilence. Never will she get it for a kid has a Sinus infection, and he can’t stop sniffling.

By Kodiak Hunter

Make us safeAnswer us when we callRemember those who have fallen In and our before they know what hit themNever give upEvery day they fight for us

By Landon Hutchins

Pacing back and forth,Over and upside down in a chairEvery minute and every secondTrying to make, to make it clearReally, you don’t need to.You’re thoughts go on the paper.

By Madison Kennedy

Ode to Music

MusicIt can Be the Beautyor it can Be the Beast.Music can Be Crazyor it can be soft.Music reminds me of love and sometimes of Christ.Music makes me want to Dance.Music is Greatand sometimes makes me go blank.Music is just so Great!

By Lilli Kerns

Laying on the groundI’m trying to look aroundOn the open plainNothing seems to come playSo it seems I won’t eat today

By Austin Kizzia

LoveThree words shared togetherTwo hearts close together One hope to be togetherLove is a dream.

By Ami Lipe

Ode to EyesEyes are a beautiful thingSparkling like a star at night.Shining, sassy, sweet, or smallEyes show personality.

An ocean blue, a grassy greenHoney hazel, fudge brown, eyes could beEyes are a rainbow all over a roomTons of colors with tons of different shades.

Eyes are a microscopeSeeing what’s far away up close.Eyes are a magnifying glassSeeing what’s close even closer.

Eyes are a little kidRoaming around getting lost In the beauty of life.Eyes are a beautiful thing.

By Tory Maxwell

Remembering Grandpa

I was standing outside with the greatest man I ever knewunder the old pecan tree. It was just us two. He told stories of his life, such knowledge & truth, the most kindhearted man I ever knew.You could feel his love in every hughe gave. When he held you tight, you felt so safe. There’s not a daythat will go by I won’t think of that wonderful man, but I know in my heart this was God’s plan. I will love you forever & always, for you were the greatest man.

By Arien McCulloch

The Smiles of a Flower

Flowers are like smilesIn a lot of different waysThey are all uniqueAnd brighten up your days

It’s hard to believe how A simple smile can make your dayMuch like the many colors Of a spring bouquet

By Shelby McGlothlin

Ode to a softball

One day at softball practice,I noticed a worn out softball.The softball probably went througha lot of hits throughout his life.Bats always hitting him in the facePeople always throwing him around. Being rolled around in the dirt.But one day was just too muchfor the little guy.Poor little softball.

By Tyler McMillan

FreedomIt’s running wildDoing what you wantAnd having funFreedom is a wild horse.

By Xavier MiltonOde to Basketball

Dribbling, Shooting, Passing the ballRunning down the court hoping I don’t fallAlways trying my best to playListening to what my coaches sayWearing jerseys that are the sameHaving assists is part of the gameHearing the loud crowd cheerHoping not to lose is called fearLoving the game, and enjoying it tooLoving and enjoying, which I do

By Kenzie Mize

Jealousy,Wishing you were someone else.Breaking up somethingThat was once good.Stealing what once was yours.Jealousy is a thief.

By Harlie Morrow

Happiness Glowing fields in the sunlight.Puddles of sadness drying up.Clouds leaving for a few days.Happiness is like the sun after it has rained.

By Karley Page

Water

Water is quiet as a breezeBlowing broadly in the night skyAnd is calm like a flower.

But is water actually calm?Lions roar and so does waterMaking a statement to mankindSaying let me be free!

By Madison Riddle

Ode to Nature

I love sitting outside. It’s full of peace,but I don’t like looking at the ugly geese.

I love seeing the butterflies flyvery high in the sky.

I love seeing the sun rise right in front of my very eyes.

I love seeing the flowers bloom on a nice day while in my room.

I love lying in the grass while drinking lemonade out of a glass.

By Skylar Simmons

Ode to Not Doing Odes

Odes are very hard to do.Are they for you?I never know what to say.It takes me almost all day.I could say this.I could say that.It could be to a cat with a hiss, Or to the wings of a bat.So, I write this ode to not doing an odeBecause I’d much rather be hit by a toadThan write a stupid old ode!

By Amy Wasson