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Nadia Blevins

Lucas Bradford

Nicholas Czarnecki

Our generation will be known for nothing.

Never will anybody say,

We were the peak of mankind.

That is wrong, the truth is

Our generation was a failure.

Thinking that

We actually succeeded

Is a waste. And we know

Living only for money and power

Is the way to go.

Being loving, respectful, and kind

Is a dumb thing to do.

Forgetting about that time,

Will not be easy, but we will try.

Changing our world for the better

Is something we never did.

Giving up

Was how we handled our problems.

Working hard

Was a joke.

We knew that

People thought we couldn’t come back

That might be true,

Unless we turn things around

I am dedicating this poem to Zack 

Taylor.   I am doing this because this 

poem really reminds me of Zack and the 

change that he tries to make in the 

world.  

Bryce Griffin 

Confidence

Grey and grey

For miles and miles

Girls in grey

With grey girl smiles

No girl sees

Other girls in grey

But they must, they must,

See themselves that way

Have visions of colour!

But colour we’re denied

For we must see grey

When we look inside

For a girl that sees colour

In the beat of her heart

Is surely a girl

We must tear apart

I dedicated this poem to all of the girls who have ever 

suffered through the emotional and physical pain of 

bullying. Everyone has experienced such cruelty whether 

it be from peers, teachers, relatives, or parents. Every girl 

has something that they are insecure about, and I believe 

that all girls should be able to look in the mirror and see 

something beautiful about themselves. I struggle with this 

problem every day, and although the harassment has stopped, 

the repercussions of bullying continue to impede me from living a 

normal life and most importantly loving myself. This poem is very 

dear to me because it embodies the emotional suffering I have 

experienced and am still experiencing today.

Hannah Griffin 

In a village, long ago,

Heres a tale mi abuela had told,

Maria was the name of a beautiful girl, 

Everywhere she went, the men do tricks and 

twirls,

Yet selfishness filled her heart,

No man was good enough to play the 

husband part, But along came a dashing 

Ranchero,Who stole Marias heart like cupid 

and his arrows,

Hard to get was the motto she was bound, 

The Ranchero had fallen hard and fast, man 

down,Time went by, they married and two 

children they had bare, But the Ranchero 

missed his old life and needed fresh air,

Gone months at a time, when he came back, 

paid no attention to his wife,

Deciding her children were the cause of this, 

she hated them, then loved them all in 

perfect bliss, Time went by, and the children 

and maria, walking down the street,

Had seen the Ranchero and a mistress in 

Marias seat, Paying none to Maria but all to 

the kids, Maria was so broken and fed up 

with it, So broken and hurt she threw her 

kids into a river, Realizing what was done, 

she went looking as a broken hearted 

sinner, Not succeeding, in her misery had 

she died,

She was buried the next day where she 

lied, That night, it is said that its told, 

To be seen in all white was Marias ghost,

Every night looking for the kids she once 

held, So cold and so frail, This story is 

sweared to as true, Kids that go out at night 

do not come back to you,

For la llorona will take them away,

Leaving nothing not a single trace,

I dedicate this original poem to Marisol Meraz. I dedicate 

this poem to her because, like me, when we were younger, 

we were told stories like such to scare us into not 

participating in certain activities that could get us into trouble. I 

hate to admit that they really work and i still believe in some of 

the stories i was told when i was younger to keep me out of trouble 

like this one. Some of the stories like the tale of “La Llorona” can teach a 

message or has some type of warning in them. “La Llorona tells us to love 

our parents and not go outside at night by your lonesome. Till this day, i'm 

scared to be outside at night, even with my friends.

Amanda Lillie

Inner Beauty

A hike can be a wonderful thing

mostly during the season of spring. 

The trails with creeks alongside,

and the beauty of nature is nothing to hide.

Stop at the lake to capture the moment in awe,

and ask yourself if you can find a single flaw.

There’s flaws all around, 

and because of that, nature’s beauty is something profound.

It’s imperfections make it unique.

So, beauty within is what the explorers seek.

The same is true with humankind.

Inner beauty is what we should find.

The outside shouldn’t even really matter.

For, the inner beauty is what makes your heart go pitter, patter. 

I dedicate my poem titled, “Inner Beauty” to Madison 

Miller; I chose her because she really represents what 

my poem means and displays. She has such a nice and 

great personality, and she shows what true inner beauty is, 

and that is the whole message that I was trying to put out 

there while writing my poem. Madison is also a very close friend 

of mine, and she has always been there for me and given me good 

advice. This again reflects on her positive personality; she is 

positive as much as possible, and it just puts others in a good mood as 

well. Therefore, I dedicate this poem to my good friend, Madison Miller.

Marisol Meraz

The Battle 

I would dedicate my favorite sample 

poem to, Zachary Taylor. When I was 

writing my poem I was thinking about my 

dad and how brave and wonderful he is 

and also how hard life can be to reach 

your goal in life. My dad is a hard 

working, supportive, and respectful man. 

These characteristics remind me so much 

of Zach. He is a young hard working 

person how inspires others. Zach works 

so hard to become better and reach his 

goals in life. He is also a very encouraging 

and respectful person.  

You declare you see me dimly

through a glass which will not shine,

though I stand before you boldly,

trim in rank and marking time.

You do own to hear me faintly

as a whisper out of range,

while my drums beat out the message

and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.

Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,

that I fly from man to man,

but if I’m just a shadow to you,

could you ever understand ?

We have lived a painful history,

we know the shameful past,

but I keep on marching forward,

and you keep on coming last.

Equality, and I will be free.

Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your 

vision, take the padding from 

your ears, and confess you’ve 

heard me crying, and admit 

you’ve seen my tears.

Hear the tempo so compelling, 

hear the blood throb in my veins.

Yes, my drums are beating 

nightly, and the rhythms never 

change.

Madison Miller

"Equality"

The poem “Equality” by Maya Angelou is dedicated to 

Zachary Taylor. While he may not equally balance fun with 

work, he treats every person equally. He is kind and supportive 

of everyone, as I have witnessed for four years, and he says his 

reasoning is because it is the right thing to do. Unlike the people in 

this poem he does not let race, reputation, or anything else get in the 

way of him being fair and kind to someone.

Cara Satoskar

“Van Gogh” by Cara Satoskar

golden stars black sky

soft music floats on the air

cafe terrace night

“da Vinci” by Cara Satoskar

mysterious eyes

secret thoughts behind her smile

never to be heard

“Michelangelo” by Cara Satoskar

biblical hero

a Renaissance masterpiece

placed in Palazzo

For my poetry project I created an original 

piece that contains three haikus. Each haiku 

describes a famous work of art, and is titled 

with the name of the artist. The Cafe Terrace, 

the Mona Lisa, and the Statue of David. I am 

dedicating my work to Bryce Griffin. She has 

always been interested in art, and is a fantastic 

artist. She was the first thought that came to 

me when Mrs.Holley gave us this assignment.

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