The Sixty-Year-Old Teacher by Brianna Feliciano

 The Sixty-Year-Old Teacher by Brianna Feliciano

Sixty years, and still I stand,

Chalk trembling in my hand.

They laugh, they mock, they roll their eyes,

Lost in screens, deaf to the wise

I roar, I plead, yet still they stray

Drifting further, day by day

But then-- a spark, a sudden gleam,

A child who listens, and dares to dream.

And so I teach, despite the pain

For one bright mind is worth the strain.

©2024 Brianna  Feliciano. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

About the Author: Brianna is currently one of my 8th graders and the latest student to share her poetic prowess with Knight Chills. She's an all-around special talent with the proper work ethic and determination to move mountains. Keep learning and writing, young lady. 

Students like Brianna lift me up when I'm down and consistently demonstrates kindness and compassion to humans and animals in need. 

Brianna, I wish you a happy, healthy and fulfilling life. 

From the Poet Princess: Haiku

 

Here are three Haiku poems written by a young teen I call the Poet Princess. 

Amaia M. (13)

Autumn

Autumn leaves descend, 

Drifting on the gentle breeze, 

Nature's quiet grace.

Night

Moonlight on the lake,

Ripples dance across the waves, 

Sweet tranquility

Spring

Spring blossoms unfold,

Petals softly kiss the air,

Nature's symphony

©2024 Amaia M. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.

Trapped Inside by Nomar Knight

 

Trapped Inside  By Nomar Knight

Stuck on repeat, my mind's a cage, 

Used to be bright, now filled with rage. 

Darkness leaks out, a chilling tide, 

Smiling feels forced, nowhere to hide.

Demons whisper, fueled by desire,

They claw at my soul, set my heart on fire. 

Ripped open and left to bleed, 

Evil planting its evil disgusting seed.

Memories flicker, love's faded glow, 

Longing for peace, a place to go. 

Dark birds circle, their eyes so cold, 

Does anyone see the story untold?

Feels like the light's fading fast, 

Questions unanswered, shadows cast.

 Numbness creeps in, a chilling wait, 

While circling vultures seal my fate.

The monsters howl, a symphony of dread, 

Surrounded by darkness, left for dead. 

The weight of the world, a crushing blow, 

A lost soul with nowhere to go.

But wait...a flicker, a spark ignites, 

A tiny flame pushing back the night. 

Maybe there's hope, a chance to fight, 

To break free from this endless night.

©2024 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills poetic presentation.