Spring 2020: Student Poems from the Pandemic
Updated: Jul 31, 2020
Stars
Dark. Then bright. What does it mean to be a star? No one knows. For the stars. Shining. Then disappearing. Where do they go? No one knows. For the stars. There is stardust. We are stardust. Galaxies away. They are stardust. But how? No one knows. For the stars. Illuminate. Our world.
by Viola Seda Poet-Teacher: Brian County: Marin
I Had a Dream I Got Everything I Wanted
I had a dream I got everything I wanted I didn't know but it wasn't what I thought it was I saw through my eyes, not through my heart I wanted to let it go but it stuck hard I had a dream I got everything I wanted I thought it would be good but it was bad I let it turn my head around to see through the mirage of fantasy and to reality I had a dream I got everything I wanted I knew now that it wasn't what I wanted
by Viola Seda
Poet-Teacher: Brian Kirven
County: Marin
Spring
Cold winter days gone Sun peaks out behind a cloud Now the spring is here
by Viola Seda
Poet-Teacher: Brian Kirven
County: Marin
Worried Blues
Wake up every morning wondering if everything will be okay.
If school will be canceled for another day.
Will they find a cure for Covid19 today?
by Aletse, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Ice Cream Blues
I love ice cream but I can't eat it everyday,
Said I love ice cream but I can eat it everyday,
Do you think I will eat a whole gallon today?
I do like veggies, but ice cream’s better in every way,
Said I do like veggies, but ice cream’s better in every way,
Don't you wish ice cream was as healthy as veggies today?
by Vivienne Glogoza, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Softball Blues
The wind I feel when I run to first,
I dive to second head first,
I sprint my way pass third and slide to fourth, feet first,
I run to the dugout, sad because I know this might be my first and final game.
After we celebrate my coach says, “This is our last game.”
“We hate the Coronavirus!”, my team claims.
by Khylie Inthiratvongsy, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
The TaeKwonDo Blues
Wish I could practice today.
But the coronavirus has been here since yesterday.
I was looking forward to TaeKwonDo in May.
But I have to stay away.
I hope they find a cure someday.
Maybe today will be the day.
by Emilio Leon, 5th grade
Poet-Teacher: Lea Aschkenas
Olive Elementary School
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Rozoff
County: Marin
Baseball Blues
I wish I could go play baseball
And hit it over the wall.