Your Poems 2014

There’s an environmental thread through these poems.

Rainforests by Ava
Whitfield State School

Rainforests: beautiful, lush and green.
Bursting with wildlife, a treat to be seen.
One bird starts to chirp an amazing song
then all other birds start to sing along.
A shiny green tree-frog has climbed a tree
as bush bees fly round very happily.
Owls and bats roam in the night.
They’ll not let prey escape their bite.

To figure out their current location
bats use precise echolocation
while owls can see in very low light.
Their vision’s right for sight at night.

And when the night turns back to day
diurnal creatures start to play.
And once the birds begin to cheep
nocturnal creatures go to sleep.

Rainforests: beautiful, lush and green.
This place full of trees is a treasured scene.

 

Oceans by Sian
Whitfield State School

Beautiful oceans, sparkling blue
so many creatures depending on you.
But sadly pollution is taking them down.
Our oceans fine beauty is starting to drown.

It’s not just pollution that’s causing some harm
but also the atmosphere getting too warm.
As icebergs start melting the sea levels rise.
Pollution solutions we need to revise!

 

Kelsey May is a spoken word poet and literary student at Grand Valley State University in Allendale, Michigan USA.   Her first book of poems and essays is titled Adrift.

You&aGlobe  by Kelsey May

Let your fingers explore the wonderful
crevices of the globe, sitting aside pen holders,
paper cups, things made of the earth. Your fingertips
smile at the notion that they can “see”

such wonders as the Grand Canyon, Sahara Desert,
Atlantic Trench, all while lifting a mug of cocoa
to your lips, adjusting the volume on
your shuffled playlist.

The leaves will brush up against
the windowpane, then kissing their glossy skin
to the lightsource like insects. Do plants ever feel

cold? You’ll shudder a glacierwide dread, counting
your blessings that you aren’t spending the night
beneath a bridge. But that would never have been

you anyway. Your fingers will find the Pacific Ocean
and think nothing of the plastic island as big as Texas.

 

Linda Poon is an undergraduate at the State University of New York (ESF) where she is studying ecology. She lives in Brooklyn with her cat and piano.

Cellular Life by Linda Poon

Isn’t it beautiful
that we are made of cells?
So simple, yet so complex
so small and yet so powerful.

Busy inside us
replicating, dividing
regenerating
growing at a rapid pace.
Supplying us with energy.
Giving us life.

So simple, yet so complex.
A myriad of cells
interacting with other cells.
All united in one.

 

Merrissa shares her love of physics, chemistry, astronomy and everything mysterious with her two daughters.  Her passion is creating glow-in-the-dark jewellery with her husband at Clover 13 in Texas USA.

All’s Fair In Earth’s Gravity
by Merrissa Sorrentino, Grand Prarie

Here is a lesson you won’t learn in class.
A gravity concept that leaves out the mass.
So pull out some paper and start taking notes.
There’s a moral inside that is getting my vote.

Gravity acts on us all as the same.
It doesn’t point fingers or play silly games.
We all hit the ground with the same exact speed
if we fall the same height.  No-one gets in the lead.

The black and the white, and the shades in between
are treated as equals.  The way it should be.
Light as a feather or heavy in weight
nobody comes in a second too late.

The good and the bad, the large and the small
they all become weightless when in a free-fall.

It doesn’t have favorites, or need to choose sides
a fact that can be easily verified.

The point of this lesson should be crystal clear.
I think that you know what I’m getting at here.
Stripped of our differences, one thing remains.
Deep down inside, we are all just the same.

 

Farther into the unknown
by Merrissa Sorrentino

Life is the question.  The answer, a riddle
But somehow we always get stuck in the middle
A complex emergence encrypting the code
The farther we wonder into the unknown.
Is it hidden somewhere in our “junk DNA”?
Or deep in the wrinkles inside of our brain?
Does gravity hold the answer inside?
Twisting and warping our view of space-time?

We sift through reality, lacking adhesion
Searching its matrix with no rhyme or reason
With each door we open, two more may appear
So answers become complex and unclear.
Uncertainty certainly plays a big role
By setting a limit on what can be known.
I assume this is how the rabbit-hole deepens
Just as we thought we were close to completion.