Poems by Cloe Moctezuma  
Harborside School, San Diego, California

Poetry in a Classroom

Morning of groans
Everyone struggles with

Themselves
They can't dig up

memories
because they are buried too

deep in the soil
that is rock hard

Then finally I hear
pencils massaging the paper

 

 

When you're Zen

When you're Zen,
it is like water,
calm, not stressed.

When you're Zen,
you're in the pocket
of your dreams.

You get strength
from the ashes
of your dreams

In the mooning when
you wake up and
they all burn up,

Zen is dreams.
You could be in
your dream, driving

on the street
away from a monster
and then wake up.

That dream has burned
away. I wish I could
sleep and beat that monster,

but I can't. I just lie there
doing nothing until
the next night.

Skills

I wish I had skills
like a snake.
For example, a snake
can suck blood from
Luis Kong on a branch or
in orbit behind a very big piece of pie,
and that's a really hard thing to do,
but I think with the right training
I could get the skills of a snake...or

maybe a rhinoceros because
a rhino has a huge horn and
is very very strong but anyway
I need the skills of a rhino and a snake.
I hope I eventually get the skills one day.

 

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