Its spring and that means a trip to Roseau. This post is poems from Ms. Olsen’s 2nd hour class of sophomores. Each day I’ll post a few more gems.
By Ashton D. Peterson
Being by yourself, shrouded in
A thick fog. Unbearable. Not noticed
By the outside world, easily forgotten
Replaced, pushed aside. To be nothing
More than a shadow, useless to everyone,
By Hailey Dahl
Social anxiety is like being a candy wrapper.
Sometimes you’re airborne
Not knowing what to do
Or where to go.
You’re just up in the air
Floating in the wind mindlessly
Hoping that someone will grab you
and guide you to where you belong.
By Sawyer Klatt
Food is good. Food is painful. Food can be happy. Food can be sad. Food changes the mind. The mind helps us think. Without thought we go insane. In sanity we find peace.
With peace we feel accomplished. While feeling accomplished we find trust. With trust there is food. Food tastes good. It can also taste bad. We need food and food needs us.
By Hannah Diesen
Sunlight, so bright and yellow
Makes my leg hair glisten
Turns my body brown.
Makes me feel warm and comfort.
Aloe Vera on its way.
After the sun beats down on me
By Brooke Zagone
Sunsets are peaceful and warming.
Sunsets are colorful.
Sunsets are break taking and beautiful.
Sunsets are pure happiness.
By Destiny Wojciehowski
Family, living caring, together.
Fight out. Quiet, noisy uproar.
Long lost adventures
Destination not required.
By Aaron Robb
There once was a dragon
That had pure intentions
To build an empire
With good defenses.
But when the little ones
Came, they tore down
That made the dragon
Find a cure
So that no matter what
The dragon knew
No one can be pure.