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Poetry submissions: Other schools

All poems submitted by students in other schools, among them private, home, Montessori and Virtual Charter.

We published some of our favorites in the April 9 Neighbors edition, in recognition of National Poetry Month.


Cinquains and couplets


Funny, smart

Cute, amazing, jumpy

Friendly, small, happy playful


— Kaitlin Davis, fourth grade

I went to school.

It was very cool.

I went home.

I fell into a dome.

I saw a monkey.

It was very funky.

He was brown

and had a frown.

— Kaitlin Davis, fourth grade

I once saw a frog.

He lived in a smelly bog

He bounded like a ball.

I thought he would fall.

He was deep,deep green.

He was also very keen.

He hopped down the road.

He was actually a toad.

— Evan Raymond, fourth grade


Cold, clear

Flowing, refreshing, chilling

Makes me feel better


— Meredith Mills, fourth grade

I once saw a flower.

It needed a little powder.

Then I got up

and got a cup.

It grew tall

in the fall.

I was so proud

I screamed very loud.

— Brooke, no last name given, fourth grade


Noisy, hairy

Running, jumping, swinging

Making me laugh and giggle


— Brooke, no last name given, fourth grade


Yellow, yummy

Good dairy mice

Delicious, good for parties


— Jordan Mack, fourth grade

If I had a dog

He would jump over a log.

He would swim in a pool

I would name him Cool!

Cool likes pie

And so do I!

Cool’s ears are flappy

but I am still happy!

— Jordan Mack, fourth grade


Cute, fluffy

Playful, funny, awesome

Hilarious, nipping, cool, nice


— Byron Coffin, fourrth grade

I once saw a cat.

He wore a little hat.

He ran far away.

I had to find him that day.

He did a little jig,

and then bit a pig.

I caught the cat,

and I took away his hat.

— Byron Coffin, fourrth grade


Soft fur

Beautiful, running, graceful

Big powerful speed


— Taylor, no last name given, fourth grade

I once saw cat.

He fell asleep on mat.

He woke up and went to my lap

He took a nice nap.

I tried to get him off

He slipped and went boff!

That didn’t bother him,

And he went to look for a gem.

— Samuelito, not last name given, fourth grade


Mighty, strong

Amazing, sneaky killer

Charging, dangerous, fearsom, extinct


— Samuelito, not last name given, fourth grade

I once saw a girl.

She did a twirl.

She danced outside the house,

Until she saw a mouse.

She was brown,

And make a frown.

She tripped off a log

And made a loud thog.

— Ashley Bohanon, fourth grade


Orange, black

fierce, long, smart

Striped, loud, peaceful, stinks


— Ashley, no last name given, fourth grade

Once I had a friend.

She lived around the bend.

She liked to play outside.

She liked to go for a ride.

One day she went to school

and acted very cool.

She had red hair and eyes so green

She was the best friend I’ve ever seen.

— Camille Sunshine, fourth grade


Beautiful, colorful

Flying, landing, fluttering

Dancing, dainty, lovely


— Camille Sunshine, fourth grade


Clear peaceful

Cleaning, gleaming, flowing

Flowing from above.


— Abigail, no last name given, fourth grade

I once saw a dog

He had caught a hog.

The hog was brown

and he liked to frown.

The dog was bound

and he sat on the ground.

The hog clapped,

and then he flapped.

— Abigail, no last name given, fourth grade

I had a dog

She did a jog.

She was a pup.

She had a little cup.

I said stop!

She did a hop.

I was mad.

She was sad.

Her name was Ben

I was ten.

— Gabriella McNulty, fourth grade


Soft, warm

Pleasing, tasting, melting

Yummy when it’s in yoru mouth.


— Lauren Brown, fourth grade

I fell on a stick.

That had a tick.

I was in the woods

and I had a hood.

I said, “Hey,”“I’m OK.”

I got some clay.

I went to go play.

— Lauren Brown, fourth grade

I once saw a hog.

He fell with a flog.

I once saw a snake.

He drank a milkshake.

I once saw a frog.

He ran with a hog.

I once saw a fly.

He had to cry.

— Mark Shoemaker, fourth grade

I have a cat

She has a hat.

She ran into a door.

It was a loud thor.

She almost died,

but was near a tide.

She has a lot of friends

She’s there till the end.

— Bradley Bailey, fourth grade


Hot, tasty

Tasting, delighting, smelling

Between me and my fries.


— Patrick McClure, fourth grade


Your Shining Star

She is your best friend,

Courageous, special, unique.

She wouldn't pretend to

Be someone she is not,

Nor would she call you a freak.

She tells you how nice and

Beautiful you are.

And shows you the right path.

She would compliment your dad's new car

And wouldn't stray too far.

Your friend is always close to you.

She grows on the inside,

And respects the inner you,

Always and forever.

Few tears are shed when

She is around.

She will never

Let you down.

She is your shining star.— Marie Sterling Silver, eighth grade


Elegy to Anne Frank

You are gray in every photograph

Inside your diary’s pink checkered cover

Sour sweet words drip pain from your soul

Slashing heroically with a childish ink pen,

You broke down that mind frame we drown in,

We know you so well

Every person reading

Laughs with his right eye

And sobs with his left

Because you are not a thirteen-year-old girl

Chained to a gray photograph in the wrong place and time

But a warrior who won the battle,

Defeated the evil,

And died with a gray smile on your face

And a stained checkered diary with memories forever preserved.

— Virginia Kluiters, ninth grade


An excerpt from the poem “Miguel’s Great Year”:

"Spring Months"

March brings the hot and cold crazy weather.

Oh silly March will you make up your mind?

April brings the sweet smelling flowers and the rainbow of colors.

The singing birds, the busy bees, the Easter Bunny - boiled eggs.

May brings my birthday party with delicious cake and a pinata full of candy.

— Miguel Gonzalez Barnes, second grade, Forest Acres

My Cat

My cat is gray and white.

On his feet he is very light.

One day he caught a mole.

He dug the mole out of its hole.

One day he caught a bird.

I didn’t hear it sing a word.

One day he teased the dog.

The dog ran and jumped on a log.

My cat is our yard king.

He rules over everything.

— Mary Kathryn Davidson, second grade, Northeast Richland

The Hunter

A streak of white fur flashes in the moonlight.

The hunter is coming.

Her prey is trapped, no way out

The hunter is here.

She strikes like a snake swiftly, silently.

The hunter is content.

— Jack Miller, 10th grade, Irmo

The Seasons

Spring is like a newborn baby.

Summer the joys of life.

Fall is like the turning of young to old.

Winter the painless death.

— Jack Miller, 10th grade, Irmo


The cold winter breeze whips her long silk robe.

She watches as her friend prances around the yard,

searching frantically among piles of leaves, looking for his treasure. Finally, the prize is found.

He brings it back to her, and drops it unceremoniously at her feet.

She raises her arm high into the air. His body is tense, not daring to move. Into the air she throws his prized possession. She watches him catch it, and prance back with his treasure.

The microwave dings, signaling the end of the game.

She returns inside, leaving her friend waiting for another game.

— Jack Miller, 10th grade, Irmo

Glorious Colors

The sun lays its head in its green pillow of grassy hills.

The rays of its light colors beam at the trees

making them a yellow-orange.

The outline of the mountains show beyond the hills

as the earth starts its shade of dark blue.

The white clouds turn to gray,

and the day begins to end.

— Bates Whitaker, fourth grade, Chapin



Hot pink rocks and so do you.

Furthermore, I love you.

You're like a sun in front of me,

Standing up for all to see.

I hear your voice and nearly faint

For the beautiful sounds that you create.

Without you living life would be a bore.

So open up and smile more.

You'll be Christopher Columbus mini-me,

You'll travel the world sea to sea!

— Anna Mei Chadwell, fourth grade, written for her mother

Peanut Butter and Jelly

Peanut butter so peanuty, creamy, and delicious.

Jelly so lumpy sour, and old.

Peanut butter tastes like happiness,

Jelly tastes like mold.

Peanut butter goes with everything,

Jelly goes with nothing.

But Jelly comes in many colors, peanut butter just one,

so when the beauty contest rolled along the Jelly always won.

— Veronica McLean, fifth grade


The thunder booms,

And shakes the earth,

Like drums,

That pound the turf.

I curl inside my little den,

Listening to the thunder,

As it booms again, and again.

It frightens me,

Like a great lion’s roar.

As I cling ,To my little world.

Cubbies and Black Holes

— Veronica McLean, fifth grade

Cubbies and Black Holes

Cubbies are cheerful, colorful, and smart,

Black holes are dark gloomy, and sly.

Things go into black holes and disappear,

Things go into cubbies and are always there.

When you look into your cubbies you expect that you will see,

binders, notebooks, workbooks, and last year’s SAT.

But when you look inside a black hole,

everyone will see simply empty black space cause black holes were never meant to be.

— Veronica McLean, fifth grade


Penny is my pony.

She is large, and golden brown,

Wild but gentle like a racehorse.

We are going to set

out for Wyoming, galloping

with the wind in

our faces and

our hair whipping our

cheeks. We will lasso

wild mustangs, and

round up herds of

cattle, with the cowboys.

When the snow comes,

we will sleep in caves,

and when morning comes,

we will have snowball

fights, and look for animal

tracks in the snow.

Then, we will head

to the beach, and gallop

along the edge of the

water with the salty

sea spray stinging

our eyes, and fish

leaping out of the water

as the sun burns my neck.

— Veronica McLean, fifth grade


Hair is like a sister, it shades and protects you.

A sister is like hair, for it can be band news.

Hair and sisters are both alike for you can

cut them out of your life.

— Taylor Doggett, fifth grade


I am angry, I am mad.

I throw everything about

as if it is ———

I roar and roar, I have no delights.

Someone took my lightening and I cannot

make a storm.

My anger box is empty,

my tirade done.

But still I have not crucified one. For when they do not do my will, nothing shall be the same,

nothing still.

The war against myself

has already been won.

The good side took victory,

the bad side defeated.

There is now sunlight

and sizzling heat.

I cough and I spatter,

the ground shakes below.

— Taylor Doggett, fifth grade

Past Present Future

Our struggle is not yet over;

But hasn’t just begun

We will continue fighting

Unit our work is truly done.

Almost 400 year it’s been

Since we have entered this foreign land

Looking towards tomorrow

Trying not to forget our past.

The centuries that followed weren’t all that great

Justice was absent

But ever so prevalent was hate

We were emancipated,

Finally we were freed

But we still had not gained

Our equality.

Non-violence was the key to the achievements of the 20th century

With leaders such as MLK and Malcolm X

We gained dignity, we gained respect

The newest century has brought many more changes

We are striving forward

We are not looking back

We have defeated the enemy

Time and time again

We won’t hesitate to fight till the end.

We shall overcome, we have overcame

Our work is far from done

But many battles we have won.

— Taylor Doggett, fifth grade



In spring you get to run

and play,

We get to have some time

in the sun.

I like to play outside

each day.

I think spring is fun.

— Megan Taylor, second grade


I like spring because it's like

Fling, ping and sing.

Roses are red, violets are blue

I like spring, how about you?

— Walker Anderson, first grade


Spring is the best time for running outside

Because it is hot.

In spring my grandmother likes to

Plant flowers in a pot.

—Logan Lawson, first grade


Spring, spring, spring.

I have my birthday in spring.

Spring is fun.

Spring, spring, spring.

— Jamie Overbay, first grade


Roses are red, violets are blue

I like spring, you do too.

Some eggs are blue at Easter

Some are red at Easter

But I like the eggs that have decoration.

— Alexis Bell, second grade

About Spring

Spring is fun. It's just begun.

I like to run, run in the sun.

Roses are red, violets are blue.

I like spring, woo-woopty doo.

Spring is funny. So, so funny.

I like spring because there is an Easter


Oh no it's raining. It's raining hard.

But the flowers are growing.

I like that part.

There's lots of stuff in spring.

There's lots of stuff in spring.

There's Mother's Day

And Easter.

— Jay Overby, third grade


"It's Snow"

The soft and silent snow,

falling sleepily from the sky,

settling, sticking to the ground,

forming a soundless view of white.

— Kyle Williams, fourth grade, Lexington


As I put in my fish in the pond with care,

An old osprey did dare,

To go into a sharp dive,

And scoop my fishy out, alive.

And it was flying,

And I was eyeing

My poor fishy.

As it swooped overhead,

It smiled wickedly and said,“HAHAHA HEHEHE

You can’t catch me

I've got your fish,

And it will make a lovely dish!”

And I realized I was out of luck,

And that my fishy would end up

In the belly of that very hungry osprey.

— Brianna Brunson, fifth grade, Batesburg-Leesville


Daffodils are yellow

Some watermelons are yellow.

I wear a yellow shirt to my MOVES class.

And also a fellow in my MOVES class wears yellow

Yellow is so sweet

Yellow is so bright

Yellow is my favorite color,

The color of sunlight!

— Allie Hathaway, first grade, Columbia

“Oh God Is”

Oh God is Love to me

Oh God is Healthy to me

Oh God is love to me

Oh God is Healthy to all of us





— Nicolette Jeantilus, kindergarten, Columbia

“I Hear the Wind”

I hear the wind, the rattling of the air conditioner,

Construction vehicles booming.

A yellow dandelion rests on a soft patch of grass,

A bumpy blue picnic table sticks out of the ground.

Rocky ground spreads from here to a safe building.

Leaves rustle and the shadows of the trees reflect against a brick wall,

And the sun rises

— Leo Finelli, second grade, Irmo


Books Are Fun To Read

They Take You On A Journey

That Only You Can See

They Take You Away From Things

You Don’t Want To See

But Sometime They Take You To

Places That Are Only In Your Dreams!!!!!!!

— Victoria Hodges, second grade, Chapin


Young Love

I remember the first time

I looked into your eyes

Mirrors of the soul they say,

And your soul was part of mine.

The first kiss we shared,

Your lips sweet, soft and tender,

Strong arms surround my body,

And to you my heart surrenders.

A future filled with hopes and dreams,

Young lovers bound together.

Surely it was destiny

Our lives entwined forever.

— Danielle Shuler, 11th grade

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