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The Shot, a poem by Giselle Stern, 11

by Stone Soup Editors

Published September 1, 2020

The Shot Giselle Stern, 11 Don’t throw away your shot Opportunities received Fleeting like the wind Seize it while you can Be a rising star Rise up with the shot It’s just a leap of...

Today, a poem by Grace Mancini, 11

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 28, 2020

Today Grace Mancini, 11 Today I woke up snuggled in a blanket The birds were singing a lively melody Usually my blanket is draped messily over my body And the birds aren’t chirping a single...

We’ll be Back, a poem inspired by a song by Olivia Titus, 11

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 27, 2020

We'll be Back Olivia Titus, 11 We’re all gone No one we can see Days filled with yawns Don’t talk to me The calls don’t work Families can’t agree We’re going berserk Everyone can see...

Thank You Doctors, a poem by Arshia Ramesh, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 26, 2020

A Plea from the Red Zone

by Liam Hancock

Published August 25, 2020

California, oh man — land of opportunity, of sunshine, of warm sandy beaches, of snow-capped peaks. California. Land of vast cities, quiet suburbs, quaint rural farming communities. California, California, oh man, California. Land of smoke,...

Mad World 2020, a poem inspired by a song by Emma Hoff, 8

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 25, 2020

Mad World 2020 Emma Hoff, 8 Locked In your own head, In fear That the grass will Turn different The minute You open the Door. That Flickering lights And a cloak Will greet you And...

Exploring Madame Tussauds

by Alex Miles

Published August 24, 2020

A Different Kind of Chapter, some thoughts by Alice Myers, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 24, 2020

A Different Kind of Chapter Alice Myers, 10 Imagine life as a book. A really interesting book. There are those chapters that make you smile, but there are also chapters that make you cry. There...

Coronavirus poem by Alisa Zou, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 21, 2020

Coronavirus poem Alisa Zou, 12 Out there, Corona is probably having fun. But, We are struggling. Corona, Please stop attacking us. Look, I know what you are doing (For a virus), But This is a...

Hundreds at Least

by Hazel K

Published August 20, 2020

I can’t breathe Cried the Black man on the street. A mantra of pain that we cannot seem to defeat. His Their suffering and his Their cries will not go underheard By the listeners who...

The Shot, a poem by Giselle Stern, 11

Post Published September 1, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

The Shot Giselle Stern, 11 Don’t throw away your shot Opportunities received Fleeting like the wind Seize it while you can Be a rising star Rise up with the shot It’s just a leap of faith Albert Einstein, a shrewd scientist, Leonardo da Vinci, a radical Renaissance man, Michael Phelps, a swift swimmer, Ludwig Beethoven, a creative composer, Alexander Hamilton, a founding father,...

Today, a poem by Grace Mancini, 11

Post Published August 28, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Today Grace Mancini, 11 Today I woke up snuggled in a blanket The birds were singing a lively melody Usually my blanket is draped messily over my body And the birds aren’t chirping a single note Today I ate a nice and healthy breakfast Usually I just eat half of an apple Today I got dressed and ready for the day Usually I just mope around in my pajamas Today I had a great, big lunch U...

We’ll be Back, a poem inspired by a song by Olivia Titus, 11

Post Published August 27, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

We'll be Back Olivia Titus, 11 We’re all gone No one we can see Days filled with yawns Don’t talk to me The calls don’t work Families can’t agree We’re going berserk Everyone can see Everything’s cancelled All bored at home Just some examples But we’re not alone And we’ll be back Giving elbow bumps Wearing our masks This virus we’ll trump And we’ll be ...

Thank You Doctors, a poem by Arshia Ramesh, 10

Post Published August 26, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Thank You Doctors Arshia Ramesh, 10 I’ve been watching you for some time, I can’t imagine what you do every day. Crashing waves and burning skies, You seem calm during this hard time. People are sick and gonna die, But you save them with your diamond mind. You’ve been taking double shifts to make us feel alright, Thank you for being a supporter in this hard time.

A Plea from the Red Zone

Post Published August 25, 2020 by Liam Hancock

Mad World 2020, a poem inspired by a song by Emma Hoff, 8

Post Published August 25, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Mad World 2020 Emma Hoff, 8 Locked In your own head, In fear That the grass will Turn different The minute You open the Door. That Flickering lights And a cloak Will greet you And everything Will attack your mind At once When you see What’s happening To other people.

Exploring Madame Tussauds

Post Published August 24, 2020 by Alex Miles

Everyone should know that Madame Tussauds is the best museum ever. It's very popular because it's in big cities and has creepy wax figures of famous people from history and famous people that are still alive. I know this even though I've been dead since 1850. I've seen everything and I'm glad that people continued what I started and my work because I'm the person who started Madame Tussauds.

A Different Kind of Chapter, some thoughts by Alice Myers, 10

Post Published August 24, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

A Different Kind of Chapter Alice Myers, 10 Imagine life as a book. A really interesting book. There are those chapters that make you smile, but there are also chapters that make you cry. There are chapters that end on a cliffhanger, and chapters that don’t.

Coronavirus poem by Alisa Zou, 12

Post Published August 21, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Coronavirus poem Alisa Zou, 12 Out there, Corona is probably having fun. But, We are struggling. Corona, Please stop attacking us. Look, I know what you are doing (For a virus), But This is a very Serious problem That I want you to Understand. Listen, We are Dying. Please go away. You are too strong to fight.

Hundreds at Least

Post Published August 20, 2020 by Hazel K

I can’t breathe Cried the Black man on the street. A mantra of pain that we cannot seem to defeat. His Their suffering and his Their cries will not go underheard By the listeners who attempt to make the deaf hear this burden. It is an endless cycle of fighting for rights that the white man seems to recycle Not one, not two, but HUNDREDS at least, bleeding on these very streets.

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