Ms. Widman
High School Creative Writing
This week the young Viking writers read Warsan Shire’s “Backwards”. We then looked at old photos from the neighborhood to write a poem inspired by the photo. I am so proud to publish the following young poets!
“Back into the Picture” by Edwin S.
Maybe we still love each other.
We’re still together holding hands.
We’re with friends in the bar
celebrating with them our friend’s
promotion celebration.
We can turn time around
where we are happy as a sunflower
under the sun.
Under the sun
where we are happy as a sunflower,
we can turn time around.
A promotion celebration,
celebrating with them, our friends.
We’re with friends in the bar.
We’re still together holding hands.
Maybe we still love each other.
“Get Off, It’s My Turn” by Hope R.
She never gets off that thing.
Mom! Janice is hogging the land line again.
It’s my turn; you have to get off.
You always do this; you’re such a little hogger.
I won’t forget when you stole and lost my earrings.
It’s not fair.
Janice, what are you looking at?
Are you even listening to me?
Are you even listening to me?
Janice, what are you looking at?
It’s not fair.
I won’t forget when you stole and lost my earrings.
You always do this; you’re such a little hogger.
It’s my turn; you have to get off.
Mom! Janice is hogging the land line again.
She never gets off that thing.
“The Case of the Tulips” by Sofia Z.
Her bright red tulips were full on Summer’s first days.
Red meant confidence and passionate like Dorothy’s personality.
Dorothy had planted the tulips early Spring.
Proud of herself, she forced me to take a photo of her.
Summer’s out so school’s out.
I haven’t seen Dorothy in a couple of years now.
An accident with a drunk driver took her life.
After the tragedy, Dorothy’s mom took over her garden.
I drive past the red tulips sometimes.
Dorothy would be proud of them.
Dorothy would be proud of them.
I drive past the red tulips sometimes.
After the tragedy, Dorothy’s mom took over her garden.
An accident with a drunk driver took her life.
I haven’t seen Dorothy in a couple of years now.
Summer’s out so school’s out.
Proud of herself, she forced me to take a photo of her.
Dorothy had planted the tulips early Spring.
Red meant confidence and passionate like Dorothy’s personality.
Her bright red tulips were full on Summer’s first days.
“Mary and Ann” by Scott M.
I’ve been dreading this terrible day since I remembered Easter this month.
A white dress appears in my closet.
Mom is doing Mary’s hair and I am next.
I could not mess up our family picture two years in a row.
But I can’t stand to look at myself.
Even worse, I don’t want to imagine our family without Dad.
I wish I could stop time for just a second.
The day has finally come, I’ve been looking forward to since the New Year.
A glowing elegant dress shows up laid out across my bed.
Mom does my hair into flowing locks and kisses a bow before tying it in.
Hopefully Annabelle doesn’t ruin it this year with her clumsy feet.
In front of the mirror, I see a princess just for today.
I wish I could stop time for just today.
And wait until Dad comes back.
And wait until Dad comes back.
I wish I could stop time for just today.
Hopefully Annabelle doesn’t ruin it this year with her clumsy feet.
Mom does my hair into flowing locks and kisses a bow before tying it in.
A glowing elegant dress shows up laid out across my bed.
The day has finally come, I’ve been looking forward to since the New Year.
I wish I could stop time for just a second.
Even worse, I don’t want to imagine our family without Dad.
But I can’t stand to look at myself.
I could not mess up our family picture two years in a row.
Mom is doing Mary’s hair and I am next.
A white dress appears in my closet.
I’ve been dreading this horrible day since I remembered Easter this month.
