Mrs. Schwartz’ graduating 5th grade class at Dingeman Elementary School submitted these exceptional poems to share with the community. Enjoy!
Friendship is a person who picks you up when you fall.
Friendship is a person who stays with you when you’re scared.
Friendship is a person who keeps all your life’s secrets.
Friendship is a person who stands for you always.
Friendship is togetherness with love.
Friendship is a person who invites you to every sleepover.
Friendship is a love between you and your best friend.
My Home Rainbow
In my colorful home, America
Safely runs through the equal hearts
Of all the kinds of people,
Immigrants or not.
Kind diversity sings
With unique joy
And prideful liberty
In an explosion of justice and equality.
In this loyal world,
Like a dove flying in the sky
America’s proud heart grows with justice
Through the unique seeds of tomorrow.
Knowledge That the Moon Owns
Sun, is the moon your graceful daughter
And the dancing stars your playful grandchildren?
Are the wild horses actually free,
Or under the capture of ever present humans?
Is singing the majestic mountains
Talking through your tiny soul?
Is a large future your destiny
Or is a large future your dream?
Are known names a blank,
Or a colorful feeling of happiness?
Is birth a new hope or new chaos?
Are wandering animals just trying to
Find the empty homes
Where they have left their lonely souls?
Why whisper when the whole wide world
Can hear you thoughts?
Friendship is a soaring superhero,
Turning melancholy into burning sunshine.
Friendship is like sugar and water,
They can’t be separated.
Friendship is when you laugh at jokes,
Even though they are not funny.
Friendship can shatter glass,
But it recreates into a blooming flower in the Spring.
Friendship is caring for your friend.
Friendship is Love, mystery, and hope
Put together all in one bag.
Dancing Suns of Beauty
Around the world,
To keep on moving,
And never give up.
My tiny hands,
A sparkling miracle.
For millions of years,
These ten suns,
Shine into a shadowed soul,
And brighten it up,
With a warm hug.
Friendship is someone who shares the last donut with you.
Friendship is sadness turned to joy.
Friendship is someone who makes you not feel lonely.
Friendship is someone you can express your feelings to.
Friendship is someone who you can play video games with.
Friendship is something two people can share.
How does the twinkling moon kiss the ancient stars of freedom?
Does every dark heart remember every dangerous hated person?
Who created a loving God?
Did killing begin because of chaos and name-calling?
Is hope the song that ties everyone together?
Why do people need a path of love when we have God to take our sorrows away?
Is wicked fire what burns in your bleeding heart when you get cursed at?
Is the blazing sun made out of hatred towards chaotic people?
Daniel Onofre Jumayao
Creators of the World
My creative hands sometimes dance over the paper,
Painting it with a colorful life.
When I create,
I unfold magical unknown secrets.
Kind hands, gentle and warm,
Embrace us, spreading caring love to the fingertips.
Hands speaking as they flutter
Like a dainty butterfly through the air.
Friendship is a deep connection between sweetness and saltiness.
Friendship is caring for others when they are deeply hurting.
Friendship is a magical dream between a strong bond.
Friendship is like two people shining like bright, red rubies.
Friendship is a bond bursting with neon fireworks.
Friendship is siblings getting along like beautiful rainbows.
I Really Know Blue
Blue smells like the fresh blueberries
Fallen from the hidden bushes
Exploding with a wiggle, the comforting bubble bath,
Which races through your body, and the blossoms of the
Victorious spring season which sways away in the wind.
Blue looks like the salty, glistening ocean
Which throws the rapid tides, trembling on to the rocky sand,
And my ugly Christmas sweater
That has sapphires bright
Sprinkles of itchy sparkles
And the big gigantic ocean
Up in the unknown galaxy.
Blue sounds like
The charming blue bird chirping away in its
Own melody, its harmony echoes through the tropical forest,
And the ocean waves slapping the innocent sand
Its rhythm sounds like maracas in harmony,
And the rhythmic recorder floating with its high and low notes.
Blue tastes like the sweet gummy bears
Dancing on the guitar strings and singing their own groove.
A Jolly Rancher which grabs each taste bud growling
For the taste of that scrumptious sugar.
And frosting layered on top of cold
cake and frosting wrapping it with a scarf
of sweet warmth.
I really know blue!