The Boys Who Fought the Nazis: Found Poems

The Boys Who Fought the Nazis

Found Poem

By: Dante Belandres

Bombs blowing

Children crying

Fear of dying

July 1914

World War II

Jews Killed

Millions were thrilled

Broken glass

Unemployment

High

More like let’s

All die

Suicide

No capture

Warned

53 million lives

Were taken

Beaten by the

Time WWII was done

Germans Vs. Nazis

Found Poem

By: Albert Aguilar

Dark and terrifying

Hamburg Germany

British bombers looking to destroy

Dark and terrifying

Fear of bombs

Heart pounded

Swallowed vomit

Dark and terrifying

Hitler prejudice against
Jewish

Outlandish beliefs

Dark and terrifying

Hitler destroying Germany

Nazi Germany

Change the course of life

Shadows

Dark and terrifying

The Nazis

Found Poem

By: Casey Stophel

Fear of bombs

Nazi’s – - - Hitler

Power after difficulty

Jewish killed

Speech after speech

Invading

Can’t forget

The games end

Caught

Sentenced to death

Gestapo tortured

Now I must die even though I’ve committed no crime

Final days

After it all

50 million dead

Hitler gone

The Boys Who Fought the Nazis

Found Poem

By: Maiya Johnson

Dark

Terrifying

Destroyed homes

Fear

pounded into the heart

Of Germans as well as the people

Children

Trained to be soldiers

Resisters were

Captured, beaten, killed

Or tortured

Three friends

Criticizing

The war

Helmuth, Karl, Rudi

The boys who fought

The Nazis

I Would Do It Again

Found Poem

By: Tamera Lepore

Now I must die

I have committed no crime

I would do it again

I am not a hero

I would do it again

They were to blame

They fanned the flame

They would be shut down

I would do it again

The games ended

Dark and terrifying

With targets to destroy

I would do it again

Yes, I would do it again

 A Nazi Rally

Found Poem

By: Rudy Paisley

Bombs a short wave

Do you know you’re being lied to

Racially pure

A Nazi rally

German Jews singled out

People, gypsies, gays

Click-clack of boots

A Nazi rally

Anti-Jewish people

Praise Hitler

A Nazi rally

Hitler embraced

A Nazi rally

Silly School Poems - Inspired by Ken Nesbit

Silly School Poem

By: Elizabeth Watkins

I lost my Math Textbook can’t you see?

Will somebody help me please?

I’ve been looking high and low,

In my locker, between my toes

Page 70 is due in 2 days

If I can’t find it, is there any other ways?

I’m down on my knees,

Will you lend me your textbook please?!

What Happened in 4B

By: Erika Hobart

The teacher sat down and Started to read,

Then Johnny got a nose bleed.

Macy had to go pee.

Jaci bit Steve.

Casey cut the cheese.

Oh my! I should call the police

She reached for the phone

And saw it was gone,

The Stacy started to crawl

Oh dear!  Could I be fired???

It would be so bad – I’m just so tired!

P.E.

By: Matthew Morgan

I didn’t know how long it would take

I really wanted to take a break

Running the mile

I hate it so much

Only because it take a while

We get it started – I’m running fast

But then all of a sudden everybody has passed

I realize my shoes are untied

Then I thought I shall go for a ride

I tripped over my shoe

Falling into a pile of dog poo!

Whatif Poems - Imitation poems based on Shel Silverstein

Whatif

By: Rocket Smith

After the game I went to bed

And thought

Whatif I went out of bounds

Whatif I didn’t score a touchdown

Whatif I hit that guy harder

Whatif I wasn’t a starter

Whatif I didn’t have the spin move

Whatif I was not as smooth

Whatif I didn’t go to Swansboro

Whatif I wasn’t serving silent lunch tomorrow

Whatif I wasn’t Rocket

Whatif someone stopped it

Whatif I got tired of saying whatif

I’d probably quit saying it

Whatif

By: Kat Witte

This morning,

I was on a walk and met a man

Named whatif – he got to my head and all i

Could think was,

Whatif I smile and they don’t smile back

Whatif I have a friend name jack

Whatif I flunk a test

Whatif someone said I was the best

Whatif I don’t try

Whatif I accidently lie

I decided to leave the man

Until I met his sister – Fran

Whatif

By: Natalie Banner

I lay thinking till I can’t think anymore

Whatif . . .

Whatif I die,

Whatif nobody cries,

Whatif I hate,

Whatif I’m late,

Whatif all the stars shine no more,

Whatif I shut the door,

Whatif I don’t share,

Whatif I don’t care.

Whatif . . .

I think think, “they’re only whatif’s.”

Whatif

By: Albert Aguilar

Every night s I lay in bed

All these whatifs crowd my head

But soon the sun will come and shine

Whatif I don’t wake up on time

Whatif kids don’t think I’m cool

What if the teacher sees me and signs

Whatif lunch doesn’t make me full

Whatif I fail my test

Whatif my worst is really my best

Whatif I get in trouble

Whatif if people burst my bubble

These are my pointless thoughts

My bed’s not cold it’s really hot

 Whatif

By: Jacob Hooks

Two nights ago the whatifs crawled into my ear

Whatif I am not smart

Whatif I go crazy

Whatif I destroy the world

Whatif I get into a car crash

Whatif my family leaves me behind

Whatif I’m at gun point

Whatif I live on the streets the rest of my life

Whatif my family falls apart

Whatif my teachers quit on me

Whatif time freezes
Whatif I stop dreaming of the horrible whatifs

Whatif

By: Lexi Storm

Last night while I lay thinking here some

Whatifs crawled inside my ear

They would not leave not at all

Until I sang the whatif song

Whatif I never cry

Whatif all my dreams die

Whatif my food never cooks

What if all I have are books

Whatif I never find love

Whatif I’m the only one in the loner club

Whatif no one ever tells me hi

Whatif all we said was goodbye

What monsters were real

Whatif there’s no color teal

Urban Legends

* We are studying Oral Traditions in class right now and students were asked to write their own Urban Legends.  Please be aware that some of these stories are graphic and scary, but very creative and well done.

Urban Legends

By: Colwyn meadows

July 4, 1918

In the mountains of North Carolina, there were strange reports of a creature.  They describe it to look like a bear/demon/bat.  Investigators went to find it and they never came back.  We have reason to believe that it found them, before they found it. . .

July 4, 2013

A group of students went to camp out in the North Carolina woods, when something terrible happened.  Two or three hours from the car the group found a nice camping spot and set up their tents.  Not knowing the history of the mountains, the decided to explore the area.  It is said that they found a cave, possibly the hiding place of the creature that haunts this place – all we know for sure is that they never came back.

Urban Legends

By: Albert Aguilar

There was once a little girl during slave times, whose mom rescued slaves passing through her settlement.  But, soon the slaves started to take over – there were so many of them – that when they finally took a stand, they murdered all the white people.  This little girl was special though.  Her name was Annabeth.  She was 10-years-old when her mother was killed.  She was all by herself, when the men tried to take her, so she cast a spell on them.  After Annabeth disappeared and was never seen again.

Now, anyone who commits a harsh sin has a spell cast upon them that causes their insides to fry and slowly leak out of big boils on their skin.  Then, they turn to ash.  It is said that this is the ghost of Annabeth getting revenge for her mother . . . and she isn’t always fair about what she calls a harsh sin.

Urban Legends

By: Elizabeth Watkins

There was once a little girl, named Stacy Morgan, who was murdered on the playground.  She swore to get revenge, but she didn’t know who did it, so to be sure she killed anyone who ever went to that playground.

A little girl, Mary, was on the swing set, when Stacy twisted the chain around her neck and suffocated her.  A little boy named John, heard a whisper and followed it, not realizing his head was now stuck in the monkey bars.  His skull was crushed and he died.

Interview Stories

After conducting interviews with people the students found interesting, they wrote the stories their subjects told.

Weird Stalker Girl

By: Alexa Hulburt

About five years ago, my teacher had a weird stalker student.  She wasn’t in his homeroom, but she would hide in his classroom so she could hang out with him.  This girl would stand behind him 24/7.  Every time he turned around, there she was!  One day the teacher got a new picture I.D., so re ripped up his old one and threw it away.  The stalker girls got the ripped up I.D. out of the trash.  A few months later, his birthday arrived and she had gotten him a card – inside was the old I.D. taped back together again.  She had that old picture of him for about three months.  To this day, he finds himself looking over his shoulder to make sure he isn’t being followed.

Poochie

By: Sam Armstrong

Poochie got ran over.  A small sized mutt, just an ordinary dog.  Kim was walking home one day after going to her sister’s house.  She had her dog, Poochie, with her.  She and Poochie were crossing the raod and Poochie, poor girl, didn’t make it over.  It was one a ½ mile back and a pick-up-truck full of men ran the dog over.  My mom stood there.  These men had just run over an 11-year-old girl’s best friend right in front of her.  The cruel and unjust men laughed and didn’t even bother to stop.  Kim scraped the yellow mutt off the road and her eyes turned to clouds on rainy days, as she carried Poochie home.  They buried her near the woodline and planted flowers on her grave.  It was the worst thing that could have possibly happened in the beginning of her 5^th grade year.

Dakota

By: Allyson Vondran

Dakota, 6, maybe 7-years-old – pretty black hair swaying at her shoulders.  The sun was shining down, sending smiles at the group of people below. 

A girl was walking a husky named, Kona, on a leash.  She was black and white – two mix-matched eyes: one red, one blue.  She was a beautiful dog, large as any husky, but beautiful.

The neighbor’s dog, a blur and a mystery, jumped the fence and ran around Dakota, taunting Kona to come near.

The leash, a death trap, wound around and around her ankles until the neighbor’s devil dog ran down the driveway – Kona a close follower.

Dakota’s head smashed into the concrete of the driveway.  She was immediately rushed to the hospital.  She had almost died, but show it’s all a blurry memory and she is fine.

What If . . . Science Fiction Stories

What If . . .

By: Sam Armstrong

Think about if we lived on burning liquids! Our bodies struggling to stand – right in the pit of that sun-set colored planet, we would rest our legs and feet. Look around.  Can you see it?  Only heads scooting their way across the surface.  Bodies just melting away.  Some cry and make a scene and scream.  Others sit with their hearts and souls dripping from them – just letting it take them in.  Open your eyes . . . let yourself cry . . . because your world exploded.

What If . . .

By: Nathan Gutierrez

War . . . it never ends, it’s never gone.  It was WWVI when they dropped the “megatons” around the world.  Everything changed after that; animals evolved from the radiation in the no-mans land, lakes and rivers were too radioactive, and food was scarce.  I was one of those few little survivors, bit it doesn’t even feel like surviving – always being scared of sleeping, the raiders traveling under the moonlight, creatures on the hunt, there’s  no good signs for the living.

What IF . . .

By: Casey Stophel

We all live under water, earth is a new place with very little land, just sea.  The rain just wouldn’t stop.  We all have adapted over time.  We have gills and scales and eve tails.  The only land left on earth is covered in volcanoes that were created after the many earth . . . I mean seaquakes, and they never stop erupting.  They spew new creatures into the water – some bad, some good, and the occasional stupid one.  We still have our human skin, although it is all pruney like a raisin.  Our colony is working on some buildings for us, but right now all we have is one large rock for our house – same as everybody else.  We eat fish for dinner and jelly fish jelly on toast for breakfast if we are lucky.  I hope that one day the water will fall and we can resume our place on this earth as humans, not creepy fishy things.  The only thing that’s keeping my head up is that I’m practically a mermaid.

What If . . .

By: Mira Duke

The sun had exploded, so far and so fast that we couldn’t stop it.  So very few escaped.  After the sun stopped expanding, it disappeared, taking the rest of the Milky Way Galaxy with it.  We now live among the stars, trying to survive.

The people of the Milky Way have split: those who were caught in the sun’s rays, but lived to never tell the tale are now the creatures with the sharp teeth, the blood-curdling screams that shriek for no reason, with torn and burnt flesh.  They think that if they take the others’ skin, they’ll be normal again.  They have tried many times and have failed, but they still try.

The rest of us who were not touched by the exploding sun, try to live in harmony and hide from the creatures of the wonderful combusting sun.

What If . . .

By: Stefin Ray

The world was split in two.  All the families were split up, they didn’t know what to do, but they figured one thing out – there was still cell service, so they called the other side.  During a conversation they had an idea . . . they would build a bridge.  Two people, one from each side, put on a space suit and set out to build the bridge that would connect one section of the world to the other.  They stayed out in space for 50 years straight trying to complete the project.  By the time they finished, the weirdest thing happened – one part of Earth died from age and the other half was taken over by another life form who took the humans as hostages as used them for slaves.  The two astronauts had to decide: did they want to live as slaves, or die of old age.  Once chose to become a slave and the other went to die.

I Wish I Were . . .

I Wish I Were Not A Boy

By: Elizabeth Watkins

I wish I were not a boy.

All I do is play video games.

I don't shower often and

I barely wear deoderant.

Everyone expects me to hold the door open for someone

or pay the dinner bill on a date!.

I love to brag about how

"I work out"

and how girls are smarter than boys.

I Wish I Didn't Love Math So much

By: Hailey Kerlin

I love math so much

I love those grumpy numbers

and jet-lag angles

I love the stress of unknown homework on Thursday night

I love the embarrassment  of having

to explain the unexplainable

I love long, football field sized notes

but I do hate seeing a good grade

on my math report card.