This section of the site is designed to feature poetry by students in Prince Edward Island secondary schools and the University of Prince Edward Island.
I see bullies all around taking kids and tearing them down. I back up and walk away, hoping the bully won’t come my way. I feel pain and sorrow as I leave the hall, not helping the poor innocent kid, that didn’t do anything at all.
War is bad
War is good
People don’t like
To see the blood,
If today if tomorrow
People don’t like
To see the sorrow.
The Boogy-Man In Broad Daylight
The people stand and stare
The faces glossed over with a hateful glare
The center of attention is apparent
The young man with no parent
Their ignorance is overwhelming
No mercy is their weapon
For the darkness swirling on their features
Resemble the tone and color of this feature
He trembles with fear
He feels like Death himself is here
And as the great guillotine comes down
Stolen away is everyone’s frown
As a shiny knight in armor strides in
And halts this fiery dragon
Playing in the Waves
Late in August; the weather beginning to get cold.
The waves were crashing with tremendous force.
We were already in the water that day,
but came back for more.
The moon made it bright enough to see,
and the sand numbed our feet.
We jumped into the water
and were hit by our first wave.
It knocked us over and we shouted in delight.
We could feel the salt water go up our noses .
My Mom called to us
so we went back to shore.
The Burger of Might
As I stand behind the line of people,
I can’t help but put a quick smirk on my face.
This is not a place of healthy selections.
NO, it is a place of hearty, greasy, and manly foods!
As my hulking frame wobbled closer to the counter
I shared a quiet laugh with myself as the smaller people took their wimpy foods,
Their salads and their whole grain wraps. Bah!
To satisfy my hunger, I would need something bigger.
I need something grand, something so infamous that,
People would stare in awe if it would be shown to the public.
As I lurch my way up to the counter,
The adolescent worker sums up my frame.
When I tell him what I want, he puts on a private grin.
He then turns to his fellow workers and shouts…
The 9-1-1, the Burger of Might, the Big Kahuna.
So many names for such a colossal burger,
Nine patties, 11 pieces of cheese, eight pieces of bacon, and three buns to top it off.
And a gracefully flowing river of grease with each squeeze.
Finally a food that can match my boundless frame!
As I prepare my mouth for the first bite, I realize that there is no going back,
Like a soldier preparing for battle, I knew that this was not going to be easy.
Then with my mouth open wide, I invite the beast.
Many minutes later, the beast defeated, I relish in my victory.
My epic battle between man and burger finished.
I look back to the taste of that burger. Almost god-like!
What is this feeling? The taste is returning!
The glory of all eleven patties is coming back to me!
Suddenly it comes clear to me.
This burger has been deceitful, fighting its way back,
From the bowels of my epic stomach it claws it way up my throat.
I suddenly realize how important a washroom is at this moment,
As I rush in and end this fight.