Poems

The Life of a paintbrush

by Meadie Jernigan
The Learning Community School
Fifth grade

A fuzzy tip hovers over the canvas.
Should it paint a farm with fields of cows sheep and chickens?
Maybe abstract with thousands of lines stuck together?
Or possibly a forest with life and wonder?
Even painting a bear in a tree could get other’s attention.

So many choices,
such complicated paintings,
could a dying flower with rotten delight be the best choice?

The brush decides on a birch forest in winter
and sets to normal paintbrush work.
First swoosh through the bucket of paint blazing through the gloop.
Swish, swish, swish over the canvas squirting wonders with its fine tip,
splash into water the paint brush goes.

Spirals of colors twist like a happy exploding party.
Its fluffy tip splays out like a crazed bouncing jellyfish.
splash again and it comes out of the color dance.                                           

Swoosh, swish, splash, swipe,
the cycle happens over and over,
like a boomerang,
till the work of art is finished and the brush gets rest.

The brush gazes at its masterpiece and art.
The color on the canvas is extraordinary, delicate, pretty.
Painting happens everyday,
and life is the cause of inspiration.

I Am a CHS Student

by Keelan Reavis
Community High School

I am a regular student,
in a regular school,
in which kids enroll
to only look “cool.”
Day by day I constantly
hear people say
that we attend the bad
school.
It’s a constant warfare
between us and society.
We are always being judged
and being excluded
for attending Community High.
As CHS students,
always being threatened
of being handcuffed and sent
away, we are peasants
through everyone’s eyes.
it’s not our fault,
we always say.
We are CHS students
and we attend there
each and every day.
We came here to graduate,
if we may.
Though we try to do our best,
other schools treats us as pests,
creating traps which
are hard to avoid,
that is how we live,
being a student of CHS.
As for me, a CHS student,
I must say,
our only request is a simple
“Hey.”
I speak for everyone at CHS:
Please treat us fine.
Enough with the demoralizing
things that you enjoy
sending our way.
We are not paranormal,
Nor abnormal,
We are just like you,
typical human beings
attending
Community High School.

Weaverville

By Nicolette
Asheville Academy for Girls

Wonderful views
Excellent experiences
Art that is mind-blowing
Valley in between mountain
Erupting beauty
Ranting about with friends
Vast amount of wildlife
Interesting people
Leaves falling during fall
Loving animals
Eager to learn about great Weaverville

At the lake

By Sophie Murphy
The Learning Community School
Fifth grade

I am spread out in the grass,
writing a poem, and this
is what I have to say:

Goodbye Goodbye
Farewell to all. I hope
peace to all and fall. The
shining lake of water, the
obnoxious geese honk all
day. Waves of fall. Goodbye
to the tall trees, spring and
summer and winter. The trees
are like a tiny rollercoaster
without leaves. When it is winter,
all of fall will fall and die. Orange
drips spilling out of the
leaves losing the colors of fall; And now,
dark blank brown evil colors
take over. But then I see smooth sparkling
snow like a baby’s soft fresh skin.
Quiet snow, the only sound is a bunny.
Pat pat pat goes the bunny.

Freedom

by Fields Wright
The Learning Community School
Fifth grade

The wind roars like a solid orange lion.
When I collapse in the polished green grass,
it feels like a sleek tree frog.
When surrounded by nature’s creation,
I feel free from the upsetting stuff
drowning my imagination.
When I crunch the leaves with all fours,
it sounds like a charming spirit
just waiting to come out.
When I feel the leaves,
fresh leaves on the tree,
it feels like a silver armadillo.
I will wait under the canopy trees
as they protect me from the dark night.

Hiking in the Mountains

By: Lola
Asheville Academy for Girls

Heading forward
Into the woods
Knowing not where to go
Imagine the scenery
Nothing compares
Going, going, going

Into the woods
Nobody else around

Toward the top of the mountain
Hike, hike, hike
Everlasting beauty

Make it last longer
One more step
Ultimate beauty
Never want to leave
Too amazing to be true
At last I made it
Impossible turned to possible
Nice, calm
Serene

Paws on the ground

By Jade
Asheville Academy for Girls

Pawing at the ground
After dawn
Wolves howl at the moon
Sounds of silence fall

On the count of three
Now

Trees hover over the scene
Herds commence to run
Enchanting sight

Grace and beauty
Racing, racing, racing
Only focus is the beating of their hearts
Unique color all around
No obstacle or word can stop me
Determination

Rainy Days

By Lola
Asheville Academy for Girls

Rain is dripping, dropping
Anywhere and everywhere
Imagine the sky, the ground, the bird's wing
Never have I seen such a beautiful thing
Yet it's the same world as before

Damp grass on my feet
And the water from the trees still dripping on me
Yearning this perfectness to never end
Seeing all this makes trouble disappear

Green in the sun

by Scott Watson
The Learning Community School
Sixth grade

The green slithering shape
moves ever
so slowly.
Inching up
to the sunlight.
Slowly when the month changes,
it sheds its skin.

The jade skin withers,
and dies.
New, brown, rough;
hide takes its place.
Green life covers the figure’s arms
like little serpents,
covering its head like a halo.
Each day growing.

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