Creative writing corner

 

Graduation Poem

BY TRISHA BLOCK

Your time has finally come.

We are ready to see what you become.

You’re standing high above the ground.

Don’t look back; don’t turn around.

Talking with your friends about the “remember when...”

You have grown; you’re not who you were then.

They call your name, and the nerves set in.

You realize this is it; you win.

This is what you have worked hard for.

It’s time to open that new door.

You stand in front of a crowd.

Parents, classmates, cameras are all around.

They give you the paper they call a diploma.

You shake teachers’ hands and hug your ma.

Your high school years are done.

You tackled this mountain and won.      

Good luck to you

in the things you will do!

 

Don’t Cry

 

BY GABI SCHANER

 

Please,

Don’t cry.

Because I’ll cry,

If you cry.

Your sorrow is mine,

So please don’t cry.

I’m here to listen.

I’m here to hear your every word.

Don’t let those tears fall

Because, then, so will mine.

If you really,

Honestly,

Need to,

Tell me,

Because I’ll cry with you

Until your tears subside.

So, please don’t cry

Unless you have to

Because you’ll have me here,

And you’re always safe with me.