Moving Words 2017 Student Poems

2017 Winning Student Poems

Mauricio Ventura, 9th Grade, Wakefield High School
Bronwen Kubiak, 6th Grade, Thomas Jefferson Middle School
Edan Goldenpine, Kindergarten, Drew Model Elementary School
Marilyn Warren, 8th Grade, Kenmore Middle School
Matthew Kress, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School
Rachel Gaynor, 1st Grade, Ashlawn Elementary School
Lily Watson, 8th Grade, Kenmore Middle School
Lina Kim, 5th Grade, Arlington Traditional School
Jacqueline Joyce, 1st Grade, Arlington Science Focus School
Eleanor, 2nd Grade, Jamestown Elementary

2017 Honorable Mention Student Poems

Molly Lane, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School
Guy Shoji, 7th Grade, Swanson Middle School
Ramon Allen-Arellano, 9th Grade, Wakefield High School
Samantha Phuoc Tran, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School
7th Grade, Kenmore Middle School
Eve Nardone, 3rd Grade, Arlington Traditional School
Zoë Spangler, Kindergarten, Abingdon Elementary School

Luis Has Money

My friends and me

Going down the street

To Dairy Queen

We made it

We order

Now the moment

Of Truth

Who’s paying?

We know

Luis
 

Mauricio Ventura
9th Grade, Wakefield High School

Sadness

Sadness is a hole with no bottom
Sadness is a night with no stars
Sadness is when the sun won’t shine
And the rain won’t stop
Sadness is a shadow
But shadows only exist
When somewhere there is light.

Bronwen Kubiak
6th Grade, Thomas Jefferson Middle School

Driving

Really fast

Imagining buses

Velvet

Elegant

Rubber tires
 

Edan Goldenpine
Kindergarten, Drew Model Elementary School

From the Mind of Led Lorenz to the Global Resistance Movements

One fragile wing flap
A tsunami’s breath away
The catalyst? You.

Marilyn Warren
8th Grade, Kenmore Middle School

I am from the restless cities and the peaceful countrysides

I am from the days I felt the sun’s scorching heat
(On the nights, a cool summer breeze)

I am from the sloped mountains of Idaho
And the laid back towns of Virginia

From constantly running from the past
And Never looking back
 

Matthew Kress
8th Grade, Swanson Middle School

Sea Stars

Sea stars look like they
Don’t move all day…
long.
But you’re VERY wrong.
They eat clams and mussels…
But they do. not. hustle!

Rachel Gaynor
1st Grade, Ashlawn Elementary School

Wooden dock

Creaks beneath my bike
Crab pots and grey strings left out
The jetty piers groan.

Lily Watson
8th Grade, Kenmore Middle School

When will we go Home?

The elephants will link their trunks to others’ tails and follow the sinking sun

The birds will soar with the wind and dive into their nests

The wolves will dash through the snow howling until they meet their dens

We will get on the buses and ride through the packed roads

Finally approaching the place we call home
 

Lina Kim
5th Grade, Arlington Traditional School

Night

The ocean is an ink-black rubber band
stretching through the night.
A cold breeze passes through the city
like a mysterious kite.
The fish are swimming
deep in the sea.
Everything is silent
and no one can see.
When the clock strikes midnight
it’s another life to me.

Jacqueline Joyce
1st Grade, Arlington Science Focus School

Half Moon

Bright as a gem

Black and blue painted across the sky

The wind sounds like crystals falling from the air

Why is the moon so bright?

What does it feel like?

I feel so comfortable and happy as sparkling white snow

Good night moon

Good night moon

Good night moon
 

Eleanor
2nd Grade, Jamestown Elementary

2017 Honorable Mention Student Poems

That Old Brick House

hearts will break and bruises ache

in that old brick house

dads throw fits and wives get hit

in that old brick house

times were strange but children change

in that old brick house

wounds will heal, we’re made of steel

in my old brick house

when I leave no one will grieve

in that old brick house
 

Molly Lane
8th Grade, Swanson Middle School

Nosotros Decimos

Nosotros decimos

Hablar alto!

Se túá mismo!

Pero porqué decimos

Haz lo que hacen

Y

Ve con la multitude

Cuál es correcto?

No lo sabemos
 

Guy Shoji
7th Grade, Swanson Middle School

El Hombre

Hey you suit and tie man!

Why are you on the green bus?

Are you going to the big glass building?

Anyways what are you going to accomplish in your long day of work?

You should make sure you wear matching socks next time.

And you shouldn’t have your papers sticking out of your briefcase.

Pull your tie tighter!

At the end of the day you’ll be on this bus again

with a wallet of cash as fat as a Bible.

Well this is goodbye…It’s your stop.
 

Ramon Allen-Arellano
9th Grade, Wakefield High School

A World I Dream Of

I dream of a world where women aren’t look down upon,

Stereotyped as housewives,

Belonging in a kitchen

I dream of a world where every civilian is treated fairly,

Regardless of the color of their skin

I dream of a world where we aren’t judged by our looks,

By the way we dress,

By the way we speak,

By the way we are shaped

I dream of a world where I get to change something
 

Samantha Phuoc Tran, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School

Where I’m From

I am from enchiladas

The smoke of the carne blowing in my face

From my soft cloud bed in my home

I am from karate kicks

and from rocket soccer goals

I am from Reynaldo and Maribel

I am from No drugs

From not going to church but still believing.
 

7th Grade
Kenmore Middle School

Ice, snow, hail, slush,

pounding down like a thousand heartbeats,

tickling the tip of my nose

as I walk in to the blankness

of cold.
 

Eve Nardone
3rd Grade, Arlington Traditional School

One Shiny Star

It glitters like a holiday tree,

The song of the star shining.

It comes home to my heart.

You can see it.
 

Zoë Spangler
Kindergarten, Abingdon Elementary School