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No One Stanza-Lone


An Anthology of Poetry that Brings Us Together



by Los Gatos High School English 9 Honors

Class of 2020



Published by English 9H Teachers

Tonya McQuade & Kathleen Wehr



Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2017 LGHS 9H Students


Table of Contents


Connecting Ideas: What Is Poetry? (Artwork: Annika Paylor)

Artistry – Christina Wong

Poetry Stands Together - Joshua Chan

Crescendo - Cindy Li

Perspective - Maddi King

Inside Voice - Claire Kennedy


Our Theme: No One Stanza-Lone (Artwork: Emily Kim)

Some Thoughts on Poetry & the Important of Community – Tonya McQuade

My Ignorance - Alis Patterson


House Full of Love: Poems about Family & Friends (Artwork: Felicity Sutherland)

Unspoken Words - Jamie Blough

In The Name of Love - Sarah Wu

The Last String - Orly Rubin

Yours Truly - Maddie K.

I Was - Samara Stout

A Hand Reaches Out to Me - Cathy Wang

My Family - Katie K.

Danny - Cole Mordecai

Her Daughter - Naia Wilcox

It’s Nothing - Anonymous


The Heart Beats On: Poems about Love & Heartbreak (Artwork: Elizabeth Carlson)

I’ve Imagined Love - Avery Segall

Love and its Rumors - Maya Kurani

Separation - Sam Greer

My Love Life - Elias K.

Waiting for Love - Anonymous

What I Wish I Told Her - Daniel DeBoskey

Love is Worth It - Liam McHugh

What is a Four-Letter Word? - Morgan Tinsley

She - Daryan Kianan

Hopeless Romantic - Ash D.W.

XOXO - Amelia Enns

A Not-So-Wonderland - Sophia Cavallini

The Change - Anonymous

For The Chosen - Louise Scott

Love is Always There - Catelyn H.

Love - Aubrey N.

Keys - Sami Elizondo

Double Edged Sword - Raeshon Lim

Love - Anna M.

The Fall - Eleanor Kinsella


The Feelings Within: Poems about Emotions (Artwork: Sophia M.)

Nyctophiliac – Avalon Ver Valen

The Boy - Kristen Chen

Rest - Natalia Korpela

My Hound - Anonymous

The Thing - Julia H.

Burnt - Breanna Brown

The Crossroads of Alternate Realities - Cindy Li

Phobia - Ashley Rydell

Pitter Patter - Lilly McCoy

Insecure - Austin Yung

Darkness - Anonymous

Anger – Andre Kuo


The Language of the World: Poems about Books & Music (Artwork: Grace Monahan)

Music - Wilma Wei

Ode to Music - John C.

Struggles - Shervan Shahparnia

Turning the Page - Tonya McQuade


Surrounded by Activities: Poems about School & Sports (Artwork: Riley Kern)

Student Athlete - Isabella Scott

Ode to Softball - Rachel An

Ode to the Striker - Sophia Simcox

Hoop Dreams - Anonymous

The Morning - Cole Drugge

Pastime - Aiden S.

The Rider - Victoria Carlson


Imagination Runs Wild: Poems for Children (Artwork: Cindy Li)

Vegetables - Riley Kern

Selling Lemonade - Anonymous

Great Sandwich - Ben Hernandez

Bully - Eddy Byun

Larry - Archis Chinmulgund

Peter’s Egg Bee-ter Crush - Anonymous

Once Upon A Time - Cameron Fronczak

Moon - Annelise Escudero

Treep - Georgia Needham

Playground - Natalie M.

I Told My Mom I Wanted a Dog - Jordan O.


The Turning Page: Poems about the Ages & Stages of Life (Artwork: Samara Stout)

For High Schoolers - Chloe Lutwak

Daggers - Kelli Keady

What is Life? - Justin M. Lucas

The Eerie House - Blake Thomas

I Miss the Days When - Emily Kim

Teenagers - Lily S.

How We Live - Annie Wen

Requiem for Youth - Cyrus Tau


Together in the Moment: Carpe Diem Poems (Artwork: Elsa S.)

Aspirations - Leo Lebedenko

Born Without Roots - Maddi King

For You - John Engelman

Instructions for a Wealthy Life - Tara Mostafavi

Struggles - Shervan Shahparnia

Live Fast - Claire K.

Yolo - Lainey Engles

Shine with Kindness - Katie Douglas

Silverfish - Annika Paylor

They - Stephanie Stevenson


Dreaming of a Better World: Poems about Dreams (Artwork: Julia H.)

Reaching for the Stars - Hailey Nam

Dreams Are - Ariel Qian

A Curious Mind - Michelle Zhao


Self Inclusion: Poems about Identity & Who I Am (Artwork: Orly Rubin)

Hidden Gem - Erin Snyder

Be Yourself - Sophie Beckerman

Deconstructive Criticism - Luke Hampshire

Meditating the Third Eye - Hellie Doy

Dedication and Mania - Akiyoshi Koide

Enough - Mira Sharma

This is I - Celine Kugler

Female - Rachel Delaney

Sincerely, Confused - Sophia Prakash

Where I Am From - Aidan Kelly

Perfectionist - Neela Kausik

Some May Say - Dylan Howe

Schizo - Noah Salisbury

From What I See - Laura Mosely

Who Am I? - AllexosQ Castrell

Who I Am - Sarah B.

Competition - Eleni B.

Who I Am - Arnau Torras

Unique – Triet T.

Who Am I? - Ronny Moore

Why Am I Scared? - Corey Brown

What Have I Done? - Luke V.

I Am - Jaan Jafri

Me – Kiana Ward


A Hand Up: Poems about Heroes & Role Models (Artwork: Neela Kausik)

Hero - Vittorio Pastore

My Unforgettable Inspiration - Amanda Dal Cielo

Stand with the Paratrooper – Sydney Lynch

All Tall and Grey - Allyson Plesha

A Sign - Sam Gundotra

Mothers- Anonymous


No Community Without Unity: Poems about Social Issues (Artwork: Hellie Doy)

When You Give a Girl a Magazine - Sarah Buttitta

Inhumanity – Sophia H.

You Say You Want Change - Simone Stout

Trapped - Ashley Dang

Drunk Driving - Sophia M.

Glass Walls - Tatum Delaney

San Francisco - Sam S.

Reality - Nathan Ho

Blood of Innocence – Tucker Green

They Said - Katie Murray

Because You Are White - Skylar Markle

Please Don’t Look At Me That Way - Gavin F.

Pretty Great to Be Me - Anonymous

Different - Anoushka Rao

Peer Pressure - William Brodie

I Am White - Shelby Remley

UA - Anonymous

Conformity - Jessie Conlisk

Trees - Reya Kumar


United We Stand, Divided We Fall: Poems about Political Issues (Artwork: Ash D.W.)

Color - Simon Adler

Humpty Dumpty’s Lawsuit - Kai Alesandro

Beliefs of Society - Shaun Gilmore

Cruel World - Elizabeth Carlson

Ode to America - Grace Monahan

A Personal War - Coco White


Environ-Mentality: Poems about Nature & the Environment (Artwork: Daniel DeBoskey)

The Bees - Giovanni Evans

Time - Dylan Hawk

A New Life - Felicity Sutherland

What Will Happen to the Animals? - Joshua Chan

The Sun - Caia Costello

Oh, Park - Luke Granger

Once Upon A Time - Elizabeth Lu

You Know that Coat Came from a Swan - Lindsay Templeton

The Tree - Jadis Chen

Four Seasons - Lauren Lee

The Destruction - Katie McEnroe

The Trees That Gave Us Air - Olivia Leonardis

Ironic Misery - Riona McCormack

Pretty Lies - Lauren Takaichi

The Friendly Trees – Lindsay M.


I Love You/I Love You Not: Odes & Anti-Odes (Artwork: Tara Mostafavi)

Minerals - Elsa S.

Windows Let Me Down – Arto Mihalache

Ode to Applesauce - Serena Pong

My Love-Hate Relationship - Kayleigh Khandelwal

Ode to Summer - Christina Wong

Shoes - Charlotte B.

Ode to Tea - Philip Licup

Message to the Lazy - Ally Temple


Poeteens at Work (Artwork: Emily Kim)

Editing Team

Layout & Design Team

Art & Photography Team

Marketing & Publicity Team

Event Planning Team


Poeteens Collaborating: A Look at the Process (Artwork: Kayleigh Khandelwal)


Author Index (Artwork: Katie Ng)


Conclusion/Other LGHS Poetry Titles (Artwork: AllexosQ Castrell)


How You Can Follow Us Online (Artwork by Cindy Li)



Connecting Ideas:

What is Poetry?



Artwork by Annika Paylor



Artistry

By Christina Wong


Poetry: thousands of words, lines, stanzas, and stories held under one category of writing. Flipping through the pages of a worn dictionary, one will find an entire form of art defined simply as a “writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm.” However, there is no way to define a complex variation of emotions, stories, and messages or describe thousands of words in a minuscule fraction of the words. Within the few lines, its words touch one’s heart, affecting everyone a different way. To some, the words are merely a gentle whisper. To others, the words are a hurricane, an overwhelming storm of emotions.


Throughout history, poetry has been a way of recording culture, historical events, political conflicts, expressing emotions, life messages, and stories, bringing joy, sadness, inspiration, and a slew of emotions alive within the reader. Poetry is not simply a few lines of words. Poetry is a painting, each color a different emotion, every layer a different message, every stroke a new perspective. Poetry is a wheel of cheese, bland upon first taste in its young, premature ages, but a strong, powerful flavor after many years. Poetry is a dictionary, holding within its bindings a thousand definitions.


I have always perceived poetry as art, a way of telling an immense story within a few short lines. However, through this poetry unit, I have learned of the many different types, techniques, and meters of poetry. Once only realizing the surface meaning of poems, I have learned to delve deep within the words, read between the lines, and search for hidden meanings. Once simply admiring graceful rhythms and clever word combinations, I have learned to write the same. Poetry is not simply literature, but a way to express every aspect of life.


Poetry Stands Together

By Joshua Chan


I hesitate to define poetry because poetry is one of the most versatile pieces of literature. How does one describe the multitudes of feelings when reading poetry: a bedtime story to a child, a declaration of love, an outburst of anger. In the beginning, I believed that poetry was boring, impossible to write, a waste of words. However, the empathy and feelings poetry provokes has led me to believe that poetry is so much more. A haiku expresses the endless cycle within nature or life. Cinquains allow one to learn about a new subject one may never have thought of before. Sense poems make the reader examine their surroundings through every possible sense, listening to every sound, tasting the air, finding the smell of a place or idea.


Poetry has been used since the beginning of time to express feelings, but the meaning of these poems have changed through time. Poems can mean different things to different people from different times. For instance, the nursery rhymes Humpty Dumpty and Ring Around the Rosy have had their meaning change throughout time. They were not originally nursery rhymes, the first was a threat to a king and the second discussed the terribleness of the black plague. This shows how poetry can never have one true meaning because everyone has different thoughts on it. This is the reason poetry is so brilliant, because poetry doesn’t have to be the same for everyone, a poem can resonate with one person, but can also mean something to another for a completely different meaning. That is why poetry can be so great, it can mean so many different things.


Crescendo

By Cindy Li


Some people say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Speaking as an artist, I fully agree. However, speaking as a writer, I can also say that a poem is easily worth a thousand words, and even a thousand pictures. I have always read and written poetry, from Shel Silverstein in second grade to Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass in eighth. In English class, reading a variety of poems other than nature-themed ones has helped me learn more beyond my expectations.


Poetry has helped me feel the lash of a slave’s whip without actually feeling it, grieve for lost ones who have not been lost, and smile with happiness for those who have found love. Poetry teaches me how to feel for others in World War I and in Africa while being in the safety of my own home. In poems, I become a little girl again, an old man at death’s door, or a dog waiting for its owner. Poems allow me to obtain a glimpse of things too horrific, too different, and too permanent for me to ever experience in my lifetime. It is not only about expressing myself, but also about learning what others reveal about themselves, too.


To me, poetry is the bridge between music and art. It is a form of literature that combines rhythm and feeling with words to create an entirely different orchestral and artistic masterpiece, interpreted distinctly among each individual. When reading a poem, words glide in A Major, happy, or e minor, sad, hiccuping in a rhythm of staccato every so often. While novels tell, poems sing. They are a way for authors to show how a story is written, rather than just the story itself. Each word reveals a deeper part of someone, one buried so deep that not even closest loved ones know it exists inside. Society buries one’s true self, and poems unravel.


Perspective

By Maddi King


Poetry: a literary work dearly devoted to emotion, beauty, and rhythm; an outlet for rage, love, and fearlessness to be expressed without a second thought. Poetry is such a respected and beautiful part of society that its very dictionary definition sounds like the literature it is describing: a work of intense emotions and one of the highest works of literary beauty that exists. The most extraordinary part is that the beauty of poetry is perceptible to every person. The message the poet writes is interpreted independently by each reader, therefore making the artistry of poems as diverse as the people writing them. Sylvia Plath may be a harbinger of comfort or unease, Robert Frost may be a daydreamer or a life coach. Life may be a canvas and poems may be paint, but it is each individual reader who decides which colors are which.


Poetry has been a part of me for a very long time, ever since I fell in love with with Dylan Thomas’s “Do Not Go Gentle” and plunged headfirst into a river of words. Through my limited exposure to published works and absolutely no instruction, before this class, poetry seemed wild and unorganized and random, like a river more similar to Niagara Falls. Most of the time I slapped down words and didn’t spend more than twenty minutes on any one poem at a time. However, by examining beneath the surface I have learned poems are much more deceptive than they appear. Picking up any e.e. cummings work may still make my head spin, but I feel as though I am now able to at least appreciate the craftsmanship that he applies in every line. From struggling to craft limericks to loving the simplicity of couplets, I have learned many different ways to write poetry that have brought color to my mind and music to my eyes.


Inside Voice

By Claire Kennedy


What is Poetry? Poetry is the child of compelling speeches and beautiful music. Poetry is a way of life, a form of expressing emotions. It is full of metaphors. There are so many ways a person can define poetry. As Webster’s Dictionary describes it, poetry is “the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts,” which is definitely one way poetry can be described, but for a lot of people, poetry is so much more than that.


Poetry can make you furrow your brows or forget where you are. It can make you happy or sad, glad or mad, annoyed or serene. Poetry tells you what laughter is through limericks; it hands you wisdom through haikus. It can make you cry after reading couplets; it can attract you to alphabet poems. It can cure you of boredom after reading cinquains; it can beckon you with ballads. Poetry is the voice that says “why not?” It's the way a hug feels: warm, safe, and secure. It's the feeling that you will never be able to describe, but the word will always be on the top of your tongue; it's how you feel when you see someone you miss for the first time in years. It's a painting put into words.


Poetry is also sadness so deep you forget what happiness is; it's a battle fought long and hard but still lost; it's the realization that sometimes nothing works out, and nothing comes from failure but pain. It's biting your lip so hard it bleeds; it's a horror that’s unimaginable and unavoidable. Poetry can stir up many feelings for different people, so they all have different ways they would define it. To me, poetry is a form of expression that can convey so many things in so few words. Poetry is so much more than a dictionary definition or a word. It's a way of feeling, thinking and living.


As a result of this unit, I appreciate poetry more, and I have come out of this unit with an overall increased interest in it. I now know that there are so many more ways poetry can be written and interpreted then I had previously known before this unit. I’m very glad I've had the opportunity to delve deeper into poetry than I have in the past and read new interesting poems that give different takes and perspectives on many topics and ideas. I feel this poetry unit has advanced my understanding of poetry by leaps and bounds.


Our Theme:

No One Stanza-Lone



Special Mentions:


Title Idea: Cindy Li

Online Front Cover Design: Emily Kim

Inside Cover Design: Rachel Delaney


Some Thoughts on Poetry

and the Importance of Community


I have to say, I love the title of this year’s ebook, No One Stanza-Lone. My fellow English 9 Honors Teacher Kathleen Wehr and I work hard in our classrooms to build a sense of community, and we also strive to teach our students about the vast diversity of people, customs, beliefs, and traditions that make up our country and our world. We read many books, both fiction and non-fiction, that touch on the experiences of people of varied religious, cultural, political, educational, and economic backgrounds, and we seek to foster both a spirit of inclusiveness and appreciation for each other’s differences in our students. We talk about the negative effects of prejudice, stereotyping, and bullying on individuals and in the greater society, and we experience the benefits of reaching outside our comfort zones through a service learning project that spans the entire second semester.


Among all the units we do throughout the year, however, poetry is always my favorite. Poetry has been one of my loves since elementary school, and I’ve always enjoyed both reading and writing it. Poetry gives us the chance to use our imaginations, to be creative, to explore our deepest thoughts and feelings, and to discover the gifts we have inside – gifts and talents that maybe we didn’t even realize were there. It is my goal every year to help my students discover the joy, the beauty, the self-expression, and the catharsis of poetry – both in reading it and writing it. Many of them do – and every year, many of the poems they write make me smile and others move me to tears.


Three years ago for the first time, the English 9H classes – as part of a partnership with Smashwords and the Los Gatos Library – undertook to produce and publish a class poetry ebook, giving students the opportunity to share their poetry with a bigger audience. We formed teams to help with the production and distribution process, including Editing, Layout and Design, Art and Photography, Marketing and Publicity, and Event Planning. You can read more about their work at the end of this ebook. Now, we are all excited to see this year’s final product! I hope you will enjoy the poetry and artwork the English 9H students of Los Gatos High School’s Class of 2020 have put together for you …


- LGHS English Teacher and EBook Publisher Tonya McQuade, May 2017


My Ignorance

By Alis Patterson


My ignorance was bliss,

But it blinded my power:

My power to fight,

My power to learn what is right.


I didn’t know about the dying teens,

The kids in Syria who also have needs.

I didn’t know about Flint;

My biggest concern was my eyelash tint.

I didn’t know about starvation

Or the over-growing population.


I didn’t realize there were more rights to fight for

Than my 78 cents to one whole dollar ;

Hispanic woman only earn 58

To my enormous 78.


Transgender teens are leaving the map

For simply fighting the gender trap.

I’m not even covering it all;

I’m sure some of it would break Trump’s protocol.


I didn’t realize it went beyond my bubble;

This bubble blocks out all the world’s rubble.

I’m thankful it was popped!

Now I am free to think how prejudice can be stopped.


House Full of Love:

Poems about Family and Friends



Artwork by Felicity Sutherland



Unspoken Words

By Jamie Blough


In the midst of every crowded mind

It seems as though the thoughts inside of you

Are too loud to be only thoughts

And when at last you find someone

Who you feel will accept your unspoken words

You are shocked at what your vacant mind offers

Thoughts -

Once new and significant

Now feeble and meaningless

From being kept in the crowded space of your mind

But over your thoughts is your skin

And over your skin are your clothes

And tugging at the sleeve of your left arm

Is someone

Someone there to accept your unspoken words


In The Name of Love

By Sarah Wu


Blood dropped from her hand.

She got up and ran.

Out of the darkness where she came,

Helpless and ashamed as she went.


She was once dancing in the sunlight and the rainbow,

Singing with the birds in the jungle.

Like a flower in the spring rain,

She grew up in the love she gained.


She was led into a dark room near the salon,

No one’s with her, she was alone.

And when someone poked a knife into her throat,

She closed those eyes of her own.


He was swallowing her with his eyes,

Inch by inch as time went by.

From her head to her toes,

From her blood to her bones.


The sunlight shone through the window,

But she was there, lying on the table.

Her soul was dancing in the endless echo,

And singing in the heart of the devil.


The Last String

By Orly Rubin


Shredded, Tearing, Pulled, And Plucked,

Dissected and judged like there is no tomorrow.


Digging and burying all that might be left.

The last string of what you may think is all that is kept.


Jabbed, Nudged, Pushed,

Shaken up to a point that you are lost.


Only you, and just you,

When you think it's all over.


Ready to take your last try.

Giving it all away,


Surrendering to the dark side.

Assuming to be overpowered by the ones that started the attack.


Those of who arranged the funeral for your own self confidence.

The bullies, the harassers


The darkness that should have concealed you,

Luring you into its trap.


But instead the sun is out now,

And you may have think you have passed,


And you were in another place now.

But you were in a better place now.


Because a personified reality check,

Your best friend is back.


Yours Truly

By Maddie K.


We were truly meant to be

Truly two peas in a pod.

Truly two of a kind,

Truly the best of friends.


The bond we share could never be broken.

Not by long distances,

Not by illness and hospitals,

Not by ravaging teenage hormones.


I would risk my life for her.

If aliens invaded the earth,

If the zombie apocalypse happened,

If there was a mad man pointing a gun at her head.


We go together like salt and pepper.

Like eggs and bacon,

Like cake and frosting,

Like peanut butter and jelly.


Yours truly,

A Twin


I Was

By Samara Stout


I was looking for something

that’s already gone.

I was searching for someone,

who has by now moved on.

I was just waiting around,

for the feeling to return

and to watch myself burn.


I was looking for something

I didn’t even like.

I was searching for someone

who wasn’t that nice

I wanted to wait around,

so I could watch the past burn,

because I’m not that person anymore.


A Hand Reaches Out to Me

By Cathy Wang


At times people forget the light,

And we forget the warm, sweet drinks.

Enveloping ourselves in tears,

In anger and fury and sad ballads.


I sit on a lonely swing,

A small, quiet park in who-knows-where.

I can think of nothing and forget all,

Yet ponder over every second.


A big, warm hand reaches to me,

The me sitting in mud and filth.

While drowning myself in dark black ink,

A heavy steel ball chained to my feet.


The person attached to that hand smiles,

the brightest smile to exist in time.

His eyes look past the manure on my skin.

His strong arms catch my frail, worn frame.


A ball of sunshine, warmth, and hugs.

And soon I see a faint outline

in the pitch black forest with no moon.

The person waits there with a smile.


My Family

By Katie K.


My family is a tad bit odd

Some may even use the word ‘flawed’.


My grandma vacuums off rocks

While my grandpa wears different colored socks.


My dad hoards flashlights in his lair.

My mom is deathly afraid of dog hair.

(Thoughtfully placed on the top of the stair).


One sister has a scaly ear,

and the other will never disappear.


My cousin squeaks and squeals

especially right after meals.


I, however, am the epitome of ordinary,

And I consider my family extraordinary.


Danny

By Cole M.


The big brown eyes that stare into your soul

Always waiting for the bowl to be full

The breath that could kill at ten paces

And the eyes that hate bearded faces

The long whip-like tail

That never stops mid flail

Always waiting and begging for more

Or barking at the invisible things just outside the door

Always ready to get some love

Or pushing us out of bed with a great shove

With each and every noxious fart

We love you Danny with all our heart


Her Daughter

By Naia Wilcox


You are too young, too innocent,

Just a child, ignorant.

The older ones glance over you

Stab of pain when you ask for “mom”


‘Cause she was a drunk, an addict,

Good-for-nothing, negligent.

She gave us all anxiety,

When she had your custody.


You are so sweet, a ray of light.

Your laugh lights up your father’s life.

We don’t want you to know the truth,

A two-year court fight over you.


It’s Nothing

By Anonymous


One thought and

Your heart squeezes in your chest

Your lungs clench

Cutting off your air supply

Your eyes blurry with tears

Threatening to spill over and show the whole world how you feel

Your cheeks hot and flushed

Your body feels like a ton of bricks

Each limb ways a thousand pounds

Pulling you toward the ground

Telling you to just to lie down and never move again

You take a deep breath

filling your body with air clearing your mind making you forget

You smile

You say it’s nothing

But you feel like you’ve died inside


The Heart Beats On:

Poems about Love & Heartbreak



Artwork by Elizabeth Carlson


I’ve Imagined Love

By Avery Segall


I’ve imagined love.

Love, it’s a lake.

A shimmering blue lake.

Or maybe it’s reflecting a sunrise,

An ombre of orange and red and pink.


I’ve imagined love.

Love, it’s a storm.

A thunderous, violent storm.

Or maybe it’s just a cloudy day,

The sun trying to peek through.


I’ve imagined love.

Love, it’s a rollercoaster.

A turbulent, exhilarating rollercoaster.

Or maybe it’s just the swings,

Going round and round and round.


I’ve imagined love.

Love, it’s a cloud.

A white, fluffy cloud.

Or maybe it’s the sky,


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