Metaphor+poems

**by Bill Brooks, Dylan Roelke, Scott Robertson, and Mike Schmidt** **A piece of paper is a cube.** **It is boring and blank.** **It's always white and always square.** **A piece of paper is always there.** **//__The Shadow Cat__//**
 * __//Paper//__**
 * //__Charlie__//**
 * by Dan Hruby, Charlie Arndt, and Evan Weeks**
 * Charlie is a bomb.**
 * He is waiting to explode.**
 * The bomb is full of anger;**
 * he has a short fuse.**
 * He may go off at any time.**

**by Alyssa Leystra**

The cat is the shadow dancing on the wall.

Deep and dark and silent

slinking down the hall.

Reveal him to the night

and he disappears;

Lead him to the morning,

There's nothing left to fear.

The cat is the shadow

dancing on the wall,

but let him find the darkness

and he is hidden from us all.

**//__Michael Jordan__//**

by Dexter Enge, Aaron Wenger, Kirk Kohlbeck, and Nate King

Michael Jordan is an eagle.

Soaring higher than the highest seagull.

Looks so great in the air

Aggressive like a bear

Soars high and so free

Not anything like you and me

His home is Chicago, but not as of late.

A new home is D.C.

**//__The Cafeteria__//**

by Alex Foster, Maura Grasshoff, Bridget Bradley, and Christa Michel

The cafeteria is a jungle.

Wild animals scrambling for food.

Grunting

like wild boars

Stampeding

to the line

Devouring

their prey

Cleaning

their paws

and then returning to their dens.

**//__My Brother__//**

by Jacob Hicks, Alex Slotty, and Jason Kasemodel

My brother is a snapping turtle.

He is extremely slow.

He sleeps 3/4 of the day.

If he was going any slower, he would be going

backwards.

He snaps at whatever comes at him.

And swims across the lake to waste a year of time.

Whenever someone threatens him, he crawls into

his shell.

When he wants something, he just snaps at it and holds

it tight,

But will never let go until he gets it.

**//__Snowboarding__//**

by Marisa Cook and Rachel Covert

Snow is butter, smooth but rough.

As I come down hills, I am a bullet.

As I travel up, I'm a flowing stream.

My board is my legs, as walking comes natural.

Ready to go, I am free.

**//__Football__//**

by Aaron Henn

Football is war.

Two armies dig in on the frontlines.

Facing individuals they have never seen before.

Each army with their own systems and styles.

some prefer to attack from the air and some form the ground.

But still sticking to their strategies

coming down from their commanders,

only as good as the men on the front line.

They have all been working, training for this day.

"Set"

"Hut"

and the ball's put into play

Boys turn into men on this battle day.

//__**My Room**__//

by Rory Bolton

May room is a natural disaster.

As you walk in, you can tell that there were

high speed and non-controllable winds.

The first thing you notice is the unfinished bed,

with sheets tossed around like a salad.

Then, your eyes gaze at the floor.

Dangerous,

sharp,

and deadly objects engulf the carpet

as you fumble about the room.

Raise your head and turn toward the closet.

You are amazed at what you see because it is the

opposite of before.

Clothes are neatly hung or folded,

books are placed in their proper shelves,

and baskets are full of proper material.

Instead of the destruction site of the room,

my closet is the reconstruction of a prospering

economy.