WRiting Contest #1

Poetry Examples

Where I’m From
By Eleanor Huang

I am from

Dim Sum and Noodles

To soft silk clothes,

From my hobbies of

Reading and writing

To a note on a piano or flute.

I am from a family with

My mom and dad,

A sister,

And three playful cats.

Moving Houses
By Kaitlin Chen

hand out, open the smooth bronze-coloured car door.

easy.

right?

i reach out my shaking hand,

afraid to say goodbye to a house

i've known for more than half my life.

i know every paint-chipped corner,

every crack in every door,

every lock on every handle.

i remember picking at the paint,

tracing the cracks that would give me splinters,

trying to open each lock.

after years of walking home from school,

skipping down its hallways,

and falling off the staircases.

Life
By Sicheng Wang

Born in the hospital as a baby,

Then you're in diapers, a t-shirt maybe.

Baby bottles come next, a lot of rest.

Getting taken care of, it's the best!

Playing around in the sandbox is fun;

Before you know it, you learn to run!

Then you fall and start to cry,

So you go home, snuggle up and lie.

Then you go to school and learn to read;

You make friends and have fun.

You bike to school yourself one day,

And wave back to mom then ride away.

You grow tall and go to high school;

You show up and look cool.

You don't play with toys anymore,

But study hard and wish you could have more.

Before you know it, you have a job!

You get married and have a child.

You become successful, so cheerful–you sob!

You go to bed and your heart throbs.

Then you become an elder

When your children are grown up.

You can walk but no longer run.

You play a puzzle then fall asleep with the sun.

Some say, "Life is short!"

Some say, "Life is long!"

I don't know who is right,

But I will cherish every day and fill it with love and joy!

Back Then
By Ethan Lin

It was a Sunday,

Cloudy with a light drizzle.

The house was empty, everything was moved away.

I hugged mom and took one last look.

Back then, I frolicked and had so much fun in the garden.

Looking at the sky, on the fresh, earthy scent of the green grass I'd lie.

The roses and peonies were still in full bloom, pink, red and yellow.

Watering flowers with my grandma, I would watch the seasons go by.

This was the house I grew up in,

When Grandpa was still there.

And waiting for Grandma's home cooking in the kitchen,

The smell of sizzling meat and fried eggs filled the air.

Down in the basement, my comfy bed was soft and nice.

I would lay down with the antique bookshelf towering over me,

Wondering which Mr. Men book my mom would read.

Tucked away was a dark closet full of luggage, which I pushed around with glee.

The creaky deck at the back was a favourite place of mine,

I jumped around and played,

While Grandpa hung our cold, damp clothes on the line.

Side by side, we looked at the beautiful and calming crimson sunset.

Then Grandma was alone and couldn't take care of the house,

So we packed and we tossed,

Putting precious memories in smooth, rough boxes.

Having to say goodbye, I was at a loss.

Grandma has a new place, I'm glad.

Though sometimes we'd drive by.

And I still feel sad,

That our house belongs to someone else.

It meant everything to me.

I loved this house you see.