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The following poems were posted on the Talking Kite Forum in iEarn, a password protected site (http://www.iearn.org):
1. Hi, my name is Kennedy. Here's my poem: ( I hope you like it!!!!!!!!)
Words of war
The clash of metal
The butting of heads
Controversy has started again
Yes again it has started
And again I am sick
The soldiers in agony
But yet they don't stop
They want to come home
But they have to defend
Defend themselves, their country
What they stand for, their rights
The end!!!
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2. Our school is participating in Talking Kites Around the World, and on our kites we wrote poems. We also helped the kindergarten make their kites.
Spring Acrostic
Sunny
Picnics
Reading in the shade of weeping willow trees
Ice-cream
No more school! (For two weeks)
Gardens
Peace Limerick
Peace is easy to find
If you'd only open your mind
If your eyes are closed
Then you'll never know
That peace is easy to find
Anti-War Limerick
Hating war seems like a fad
So why don't Americans get mad
When there's no reason for
This stupid war
It really is quite sad
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3. Hello, my name is Sarah. I wrote this poem, because we were suppose to write about peace or war, and I thought that war would make more of a point, or a difference. Its called: Tied To Your Duty. Its about how when you put on your uniform in war, your stripped away from everything, and youre putting your life on the line.
TIED TO YOUR DUTY
You want to come home
But leave you cannot
Your life
Your family
Your spirits
All taken away as the uniform is put on
The filthy cloth
Just barely covering your skin
In the war
You
Just
Won't
Win
Tied to your duty
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4. Hi I'm Jonas. My school is Cathedral School, and it's a school that's very strict. The poem I wrote is when winter fades slowly, and spring comes to life. The person in this poem just wakes up and enjoys that last of winter, and gazes at the sun. This isn't much what I would nomally would write. I usually write in depression but this seems to be a new beginning. I kind of like this poety, gives you a new feeling.
Snow-Tipped Grass
The sun leaks out of the clouds,
Giving a morning welcome.
You see things that clear you own mind,
Which is wrapped around thoughtfulness.
You open you eyes and walk outside.
Continue to the nearest park, glazed with a frosty sensation.
Lye down on it, the experience happiness has been achieved.
Sun peers down to its son,
The Earth, it stands proud upon it,
Like a role model.
It sheds away some of the ice.
You see the snow-tipped grass.
You cry on its beauty, you experience peace.
The sun promotes the Earth's beauty to a new level.
5:00 pm, the sun comes to a soon death
Till it rises again to light our blossoming Earth.
Now walk away and say goodbye to the snow-tipped grass.
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5. Hi my name is Amanda. These are the poems that I put on my kite:
Peace
By Amanda
PEACE
A DOVE
IN A MEADOW
PEACE IS HOPE
SLEEP
WIND
AIMING HIGH
RELAXING, BEAUTIFUL, PEACEFUL
LIGHT AS WATER
BLOWING
SPRING
RAIN, SUNSHINE
NEW GROWTH, BLOSSOMS, COLORFUL
ALWAYS HAPPY
FRESH
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6. Hi I am Ben. I like every sport, and enjoy writing. I wrote this poem because I wanted to make a poem about lots of thing These are three poems mushed together. We are writing poems, putting them on kites that we made, and we are going to fly them. We have also helped the kindergarten students at our school make their own kites. I cannot wait to fly my kite.
War
People doing wrong
Pain for the people we love
Why does hate take over
Kites
Fun in the hot sun
Flying high over the sky
Blowing in the wind
Peace
People doing good
Fun for the people we love
Why can't we have it
By Ben
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7. Hey! I'm Hannah from New York City, and this is a poem in response to elemental balance, or something like that.... I sort of obsess over that kind of stuff. [Because 911 is the fire department number, but 9/11 was when the whole world trade center thing happened.]:
911
A number that is meant to decrease pain
A number that happened to increase pain
A number proving the very case
That war and peace make up all of every place
---Hannah
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8. Hey my name is Ethan. This poem is about the sky and peace. I'd really would like to see your responses to this, so respond!!!!! When I grow up I really would like to be a muscian in a band. I play guitar and I sing. My friend Daniel, produces my music, he is also putting poems up.
P.S. I'll see some of you from England in about a week or so, so let's hang out. I was in London a couple months ago, I love English music like: The Kooks, Arctic Monkeys, The Fratellies, Corinne Bailey Rae, Klaxons, and Lily Allen. OK... that was a lot!
From Ethan
Ethan
March 5, 2007
Fly
Lift the puffs of the Earth
Count the sheep of the sky
Fall into a trance of peace
So the world can see your mind
Sleep under the bright white stars
Wake up to a dream
Everything so peaceful
Under the giants colored cream
Sing a song of great compassion
A melody with a heart
Arrogance in happiness
They fall into your arms
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9. Hi I'm Daniel and my class and I are writing poems about peace. Please tell me what you think about my poems. I'll see you guys in about a week. Please read my best friend Ethan poems, he is a really good poet. It sometimes is a little bit scary that he's such a good writer! I love music too, I want to be a producer when I grow up. Ethan and I love to play music and sing. Ethan is also great at it! (He is sick!) Ethan plays the guitar and i edit it and also help him with different beats on my drums. I also love to travel, especially to Itlay. I'm part Italian! Please do respond to my poems, please!
From Daniel
P.S. Me and my friend Ethan love England, so i think it would be really fun to hang out.
Italy
The food
The culture,
great just
like the
people
But all
good things end
And it is
my time to
leave
Haiku
The Words of War, greed
Hatred, Dictation, Hate, Guns,
But Love, Never Here
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10. War Sonnet
The sky was red and the ground gray,
You walk on the ground where the dead lay,
You look into their faces,
With you, they want to trade places,
Death uses its charms,
To carry them into its arms,
You wonder who was that person,
You wonder in heaven if soldiers are shunned,
Why did they die?
In which cemetary will they lie?
Why are you living?
Is life taking, or giving?
Then there is a piercing sound,
And you crumple to the ground,
Emilia,
P.S. this is really depressing
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11. Hi, my name is Theo. I enjoy writing poetry( The kite project is interesting to me) and enjoy making art even more. The poem I wrote I consider a peace poem, oddly enough, even though it does examine the stark terror of war. I hate the idea of being isolated in a shelter while war rages outside. This poem is about the fire-bombing of Japan in the '40's. In case you were wondering, I'm not Japanese...World War II was the lowest point of both our and Japan's history, in my opinion. Here goes nothing...
Sirens
"It'll be okay,"says Mother, stroking my hair with tired hands.The sirens are out, and they are screaming the woes of a million Japanese people. I know, if the shelter had a window, the sun would be eclipsed by raven-like planes, strafing roof-tops and raping our father-land of life. I snuggle into the rough blankets encircling, me, my sister, and mother. Rats feed on the moldering cheese that lies in the corner of our iron sanctuary. May I have peace here, too close to the war. The sirens are out. The world is burning. Our house has collapsed from the weight of a billion hellish fires and corpses, and we will be trapped within the shelter until merciful death kisses us goodnight. Papa is trapped under a burning beam, his voice silenced by the dreams of a thousand blood-lusting arsonists. May I have peace here, too close to the war. Only enough food to last a day. A lifetime fit to last a century. Why? How do they hate us? Do they not see that the young of the fascist capitalists and fascist socialists are, intrinsically, pawns? The sirens are out. They want to tear the meat from my bones. I can find peace here, lying next to my sister and mother, in the womb, in the belly of the beast. The peace lies like a land-locked country, and I know there will be a time when heart lies in hand.
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12. This is a collection of two poems that explain why I think trying to make peace creates internal war within us. I made my kite and wrote this on it. Even though I made of made some grammar mistakes, I do know how to write properly. I think that Cathedral is a terrific, peaceful, school. I hope that you can realize that there will never truly be peace. Thank you.
The War For Peace
Peace
World with no war
Making All Of Nature
Everybody and Everything
Fight with lopsided bodies
Going against their consciousness
Going against their bodies
Going against their heart
To make peace
Peace
Is it war?
These are some haikus that also show how I feel about peace. I like the angel and devil reference on the third haiku.
We are all at war
War is inside all of us
War is in nature
Peace will not happen
There will always be conflict
We must accept it
Our souls will collide
All our angels and devils
Create war in us
By Nick
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13. Hi, I have really enjoyed this kite project, I hope my school does it again. I am in Sixth grade and go to the Cathedral school.
What is this red, red all around me
Flame, hate, burning tension
What is this unsettlement that tears at my soul
Wet, wet my eyes are wet
I taste of salty, bitter tears mixed with blood, is it mine
Why, why, why me
Why pain for me, why pain for these people
Anger, anger now
I am no longer blinded by tears of fear sorrow and confusion, but my vision is blurred by forever burning anger
Frightening anger
Anger I never knew I possessed
Never will it end?
I try to move forward
To escape, or help the others
Anything
But I am restrained
By what
I find myself tied to a brightly burning pole
Blue flame
Red flame
Yellow flame
Orange flame
I look up straining my eyes to see if in the dusky sky there is at least a remnant of tranquility and hope
I yell and my voice echoes through the bleak bloodstained earth
It used to be so beautiful, it used to full of beauty
Then I see it
A small kite flying overhead
My eyes sparkle and a slight smile touches my face
For the kite is still intact
Then I suddenly wake in my bead and sit bolt upright
Throbbing head in my hands
Sweat on my brow
The bitter taste of war still in my mouth
The horrible sounds of war still ringing my ears
The wretched scenes of war still vivid in my mind
I hope my next dream will be a dream of peace
Stirring your soul as they flap and swing
Listen to them as they whimsically sing
The lull of the tranquility of their cool blue
The uprising of spirit from their blazing read
Inspiring to take everlasting action
Inspiring all peoples with their beautiful simplicity
An earth-bound wonder of wisdom
Immortal in memories and thought
The un-scene ferocity of peace
Ying and yang
Do not hide
Let them sweep into your mind and soul
The oracle of the spring and twilight hopefully to come
Writhing in pain in the presence of evil
Flourishing in the presence of good
Ancestor's hope and strength coming to you from high above
Trilling trilling trilling
Flying flying flying
Kill confusion
Kill pain kill war evil screams dust death twilight bloodshed destruction anger annoyance confusion cold metal of weapons shrieks moans groans weeping
Bring the peace and freedom of life love teamwork hope freedom new life spring light joy song beauty color content warmth
Open your mind
But you must understand first
Let the kites soar
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14. Hi, my name is Matsuri, and I go to the Cathedral School of the Saint John the Divine, and this is my poem, i hope you like it
Poems of Peace, War, Kites, and Spring
By Matsuri
Spring
Picnic days again
Running through the grass
In my mind I see
Nothing, but fresh air
Going, going, gone
Haiku Spring
Spring is in the air
Rainy days, cold, warm, fresh air
Re-birth of the Earth
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15. Hi, it's Hannah E again. Here is a poem I wrote, called "Kites." It doesn't really have a deep meaning. It's sort of like a "light" poem:
Kites
Kites
Flying in the wind
Kites
Seeing everything
Kites
High above us all
Kites
The wind won't let them fall
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16. Hi, my name is Olivia. I go to the Cathedral School in NYC. I wrote this poem about somebody who needed to find peace.
At Peace
My bare feet are pounding
On the leaf-covered ground
I leap over a burnt tree stump
Charred
Blackened
Sad
And I keep on running
I startle a sparrow into flight
And a squirrel scampers from my path
A sprinkling of water comes from a tree
Left over from a recent rain
Shaken from the towering maple by a bird
A brief message
Telling me I'm welcome here
Leaves brush my shoulder in greeting
I spot the doorway to my haven
An overgrown blueberry is the only obstacle
I slide through the opening
And feel a wave of relief
My haven is still here
Untouched by lightning, safe from fire
My fingers find the opening in the trunk of the giant oak
I pry it open
Revealing the fragile chain of dried daisies
I notice a drop of water glistening on a petal
Another falls from my cheek
They're not tears of anger or of sadness
They're tears of relief
Because I know I'm the only one here
No hushed voices strained with secrets
The air heavy with spite has given way
And instead of debris
There is a patch of moss, soft to the touch
I let my feet skim the surface of a pool
I watch a leaf create series of ripples
Each safe within the next one
A hand reaches out to brush away my tears
A hand that is not soft
Or familiar
I turn my head
Flinging water droplets in every direction
And I realize
There's nobody there
But I'm sure I felt something
Or someone
And suddenly, an idea washes over me
There wasn't anyone there
It was the hand of peace
And now
I'm at peace
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17. Hey,hey,hey, this is Jc from New York. We wrote poems to express our feelings toward war or peace. So, here is The Black Parade.
The Black Parade
Dark, Gray
Marching, Dancing, Following
A Car Crash, You're Dead!
Peace
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18. I am Emily. Our teachers wanted us to do this kite project, so we made poems about peace, war, kites, and spring. Here are a few that I wrote. Oh and also, we had to stick these poems on our kites. Mine has cut out pictures of fashion magazines on it and glitter paper!!! So here are the poems. Each are 6 separate ones.
*PS: I'm British and go over to England every summer, so as Ethan said, for all you British people i heart british music. Lily allen, klaxons, kooks, arctic monkeys, mika, the view, etc etc. They are all awesome!!! And british style rocksss... btw.
1.
Sadness is taking over me
Conquering my soul
Trying to grope into that one memory
I have left of the time when war was not upon us
And misery did us no due
But sadness is filling that spot
With images of bloody soldiers
And things seen by my eyes
That were not supposed to be witnessed
Sadness is upon me now
2.
A bird in the sky
A festival in the air
A colorful thing
A kite song we all will sing.
3.
Peace is a virtue
Something to experience
Peace is a merit
Something that is very rare
I can feel peace in the air
4.
Kite
Colorful, Peaceful
Flying, Whipping, Diving
High, Sky, Clouds, Wind
Making, Shaking, Falling
Bird, Asia
Festival
6.
Blood is in the air
Wafting up from the stained ground
The survivors sit crying
In the midst of something terrible
But witnessed by many people
War
7.
Something's in the air
The air of springtime and life
Blooms sprout from the ground
All by Emily G. (c) 2007
Okay, I know it's a lot but I hope you enjoy them!! Cheers!!
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19. I'm Ben. Thank you for reading my poem.
Peace=illusion?
By Ben
They say it is peace but.
Is It?
Is it just war trying...
To be peace
Guns, war quite A
Assortment of
an mighty arsenal?
don't u think?
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20. Hey, I'm Jake, a sixth grader from New York City! We wrote poems on war, peace, kites, and spring. My poem is about war.
Darkness
Blood Drips
Shooting, Dying, Falling
Boots, Mud, Troops, Bush
Trampled, Stomped On, Forgotten
No Hope
War
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21. Hi My name is Lucas.
Peace
Happy things
Hope, Love, Respect
Understanding, Faith, colorful
Silence
Wounded
Dead, Blood
Terrorists, Killing, murderer
Senseless, guns, violence
War
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22. Hey! My name is Avery from the Cathedral School. I'm from New York. My friends like to call me Ground Hogg, because i'm so small and pop in and out from no where! I've got good friends, and don't want to ever part from them! Here is my poem
WAR
The murder
the blood
the killing of the young
All of this war it's very dumb
all of this chaos there's no one to trust
These broken hearts
The hearts covered in rust
As soon as night fall comes
soldiers
they sleep with their guns!
As I get up I hear
"Run, Run!"
Don't be like me
it won't end fun
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23. Hi, I'm Liam, and I write haiku(s?) because the are very easy to write I'm not really poetry guy but I'll give it a try for this project. hear goes. ("Hear" haha
Spring, the happy time.
People are running around.
Bob's mom makes good pie.
(I had no idea what to write for that last line o_o)
Stuffed animals bring,
lots of joy and lots of love
Fuzzy, sweet, and soft
(Because I love animals )
Well.... I think that's it...
or is it?
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24. Hi, I'm Dana. I have one pet bird named Beethoven. I live in New York City and I have a group of close friends. I wrote this poem agaisn't War, it might not seem like it but it is. It's about if your killing the enemy, your killing yourself also.
Butterflies of Death
The Butterflies of death slowly break free of their captor
Un-seen, with their black wings flying into the night,
To go kill their next victim,
The captor knows by letting them go he
Will not just be bringing the downfall of the enemy's,
His is bringing the downfall of himself too,
Now they're not just the Butterflies of Death,
Now they're the Butterflies of War.
Two Cinquains
Battlefield
Blood, guns
Dying, killing, shooting
the pain, the fighting
Why?
(cinquain)
Doves
White, peaceful
Flying, Living, Loving
Giving good, sending good
Peace
(cinquain)
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25. Hi, my name is Greg. The 6th grade both made kites for themselves and helped the kindergarten make theirs. I like playing video games, and making paper airplanes. I personally don't like writing poetry, but this was kind of fun. I love the TV show South Park.
PEACE
PEACE IS NOT WAR
WAR IS NOT PEACE
PEACE IS NOT THE ABSENCE OF NOT WAR
Peace Is Confusing
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26. Hi!!! I am Eleanor. I live in New York City, but I am from England. My school is involved in this project called the Talking Kite Project. We made these kites; mine's pink !!!! Then on Wednesday we're going to fly them behind the Peace Fountain at our school. The Kindergarteners also are involved in this project and we get to help them make their kites. I wrote a few poems to put on my kite here they are:
War Haiku
Silence all around
Battlefield scattered with men
Death creeps over me
Peace Acrostic
People hand in hand
Everyone accepted for who they are on the inside
A world free from pain and suffering
Color and life all around
Equality and opportunity for all
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27. Hey!! My name is Kayla. Recently we have been working on the talking kite project alone and with our kindergarten class. We have been helping them make their kites, and made our own with poems on them as well. I have written two poems, one about peace and one about war. I hope you enjoy my work!!
Sincerely,
Kayla
Spring
By: Kayla
The sweet sounds of spring
Birds singing, wind blowing, peace
Dew drops drip from trees
The signs of love, flying kites
That is spring, the light of life
War
By: Kayla
A bullet flies by my face
The enemy is approaching
I flee for my life
As I kneel on the cold dirt ground in my tent
I realize what could have happened
Where I could be
I ask myself why
Why am I here?
How am I helping this cruel cold world?
Is fighting really the easiest way around hardship?
When I think of my friends buried deep in the ground
I ask myself why
Why did I leave my family alone?
How do they understand better than I?
I am tired.
Tired of blood, hatred, and disturbance.
Tired of war.
I have made up my mind.
Tonight I sleep.
Tomorrow I leave
And won't return.
I took a chance, and took my life for granted
I was lucky.
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28. Hi, my name is Katherine. A few weeks ago the sixth grade started this kite project and so did the youngest kids in our school. We wrote poems about peace, war, spring and kite flying. Here are two of my poems one is about peace and the other is about war.
Peace
Peace
Empathy
Abundant
Community
Equality
Peace
War
War
Hate, mean
Killing, Sadness, fighting
Misunderstanding, Horrible, Wounded
Guns, Murder, Senseless
Broken hearts
War
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29. Hi, my name is Jenna. I go to the Cathedral School in NYC. I ice skate, sing, and play the violin. I just had an ice skating competition at Wollman Rink on Sunday. I sing in the NYC Opera's Children Chorus, but I like to sing jazz just for fun. My mom's a violinist, so I started playing with her, of course. I have lots of friends, and I hang out with them at P&W's. I also like to write poetry and fiction- here is a poem.
Imagine
The wind blows and shakes
The fall leaves of red and gold
Shivering and flying
Up and up into the air
I can close my eyes
I can feel joy
I can be free
My imagination is alive
The heroes clashing for glory
The monsters cowering away
Giant creatures gentle in the peaceful waters
Love wraps its arms around me
Flutters like little butterflies
Flying towards heaven
Flying towards freedom
I am home
This is life.
This is happiness.
This is peace.
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30. Hello fellow students. I'm Blair from the Cathedral School. This poem is an expression of the political government in America for my point of view. This was intended to comment on the American president and his cabinet and anyone who works for him. I'm explaining what I think is happening, or what I hear about. It talks about how ridiculous the situation in Iraq. Thank you
Anarchy
that destroys our honor, rules, and dignity
Guns, Bullets, chaos,
Buildings crumble to the ground,
planes crashing
earsplitting bombs, causing deafness
inner and outer bleeding
Politicians lie as votes come and go:
Terms like illegal combatants or prisoners of war
Fly this kite for me,
for the world and for justice
IN the world around You
do you understand it?
You know what I speak of?
Iraq
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31. Peace Poems
By Ben H.
Peace
Understanding, hoping,
Helping, sharing, caring
Wanted, but not fought for
Peace, But
It's wanted but not fought for
Yet
All say the will love one day
But
There's no "One Day" on a calendar
So
They wait and hope
Or
Fight there way in the name of what
A perfect world where everyone's the same?
No
A place of understanding and knowing
Peace
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