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Winners of the Seattle’s Child kids’ poetry contest 2022

Winners of the 2022 Seattle’s Child Poetry Contest.

We invited young people up through eighth grade to enter the Seattle’s Child kids’ poetry contest in honor of Poetry Month, April 2022. We received 108 entries this year!

wow. You’ll really want to spend some time with these entries. They are creative, emotional and thought-provoking.

Picking winners could not have been easy for our judges: Bryan Wilson of The Greater Seattle Bureau of Fearless Ideas, Alicia Craven of Seattle Arts and Lectures, Amira Wilumson, Poet with The Greater Bureau of Fearless Ideas and Zinnia Hansen 2021-22 Youth Poet Laureate with Seattle Arts and Lectures.

Here are the entries by the top winners: Aliya D., Bella L., Mira J., Ehecatl M., and Ema P.. Find more amazing work here: The honorable mention winners.

Our thanks to everyone who entered. Keep up the good work!

The good of a friend

By Aliya D
Grade 5
Seattle

Tell me your story
And I’ll tell you mine
We’ll tell tales of misery
And some of good times
We’ll share laughter and tears
We’ll drink tea and eat bread
And at night we’ll dream dreams
About the fun that we’ve had
We’ll think good thoughts
Till our days give out
Because a friend is all that you need
And all that you got

If You Find Some Tape

By Bella L.
Grade 8
Puyallup

If you find some tape
Go out and try to fix something broken
You can’t heal a shattered heart or patch up anger
But you can start by putting two things together
Whether big or small
Try to mend all
Because if you find some tape
You can help stick the world together

School Supplies for a Sister
By Mira J.
Grade 6
Edmond’s

A sister is a glue stick
She sticks to you
And bothers you all the time
But she also relies on you
She wants to hang out with you and wants to get stuck on your hands
but all you want to do is talk to tape. Tape is similar to the glue stick,
but it’s easier for you to use.
A sister has fun with you like the glue you stuck to your hands in the
3rd grade just so you could peel it off. Glue repairs paper when it rips,
but paper can’t return the favor, just like a sister repairs a saddened
heart. Eventually, the whole stick will run out of glue and the left piece
of plastic is thrown away.
CRASH, THUNK
A sister is an eraser. Although she erases mistakes, she smears them
too. She makes fun of you for an incident you make, by smudging the
written pencil, making it stay forever. A sister is all around you. You
can find her in a supply box or on your back, quickly flipping herself
upside down just to help you find your mistakes.
A sister is a sharpie marker. She is bold, but dark, and isn’t useful for
filling a shape in. A sister bleeds through. But she also makes you
permanently who and what you are. A sister makes you stand out and
although she seems to always be black, you can find her in other
colors too.

My tongue

By Ehecatl M.
Grade 8
Seattle

My language is my identity
being mexican
Respectful,
Enchiladas and mole in my mouth,
A future of being rich and happy
with loyal friends
My tongue sings Lil Rob
Summer Nights, Smile, what can I do, barely getting by
My tongue is dressed in jeans and black and white shirts
Pro-Club, Levi’s
My ancient language speaks Nahuatl
Tlaloc, Quetzalcoatl, Ehecatl and Huitzilopochtli
Words from my dad
“If you do something,
do it right” and “make good decisions”
My tongue is stained with Chicano blood
Lowriders, Chicano music, Chicano culture and clothing
Friends family
My language is my life.

My tongue (Translation of the poem above)

By Ehecatl M.
Grade 8
Seattle

My tongue is my identity being Mexican
respectfully
Enchiladas and mole in my mouth
A future of being rich and happy
With loyal friends
My tongue sings Lil Rob
Summer Nights, Smile, what can I do, barely getting by
My tongue is dressed in black and white T-shirts and jeans
Pro-Club, Levi’s
My ancient language speaks Nahuatl
Tlaloc, Quetzalcoatl, Ehecatl and Huitzilopochtli
My Dad’s Words
“If you do something, do it right” “Make good decisions”
My tongue is stained with Chicano blood
Lowriders, Chicano Music, Chicano Culture and Clothing
Friends,Family
My tongue is my life

Under the Moon and Over the Cliff
By Emma P.
Grade 5
Renton

Under the moon the golden haired maiden stood
Over the cliff where none could go through the wood
Under the moon she made her last stand
Over the cliff she fought and a win she would demand
Under the moon she fell and screamed
Over the cliff she sailed, her soul redeemed.
Under the moon she lay misunderstood
Over the cliff yet she was no more
Over the moon she lay as she was before
Under the cliff and yet somewhere in between
There again she was to be seen.
The curve of the stairwell
Yet it was time to her true form to shine
Her wings shot out of her spine
Her hair melted to silver and wolves’ ears sprouted from her head
A tail curved out slowly
And she could finally accept that she was dead.
So the new maiden soared up the stairs as she swiftly weaved around
them
And arrived at the gates that were sealed by a gem
They opened at her touch and as she lightly landed
The floor under her feet expanded and she could breathe fresh air
Under the moon and over the cliff again.

See more poetry from our 2022 Seattle’s Child Poetry Contest.

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