There is no more ground

by Mahima Rupakula

There is no more ground

Ever sturdy and living

And there is no more soil

Though it feels so real

Never forget to try, Mahima,

Never forget to go fly

There is a big cloud-

Where you can spread your wings

There, I hear a voice;

In its tone

Is caring, something you’ve never heard here:

Ridhima, my sister,

Away from the rain I now escaped, come!

A replacement poem based on "There is another sky”

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Grunged Dream

by Angie Gomez

What happens to a dream that grunged?

Does it rot in your in your head for eternity,

Like a bad memory?

Or is it like an idea that physique,

And never came to be?

Does it still cling on to you

Like an infant to their mother?

Or does it crystallized and sugar over

Like a syrupy sweet?

Or haunt  you in your sleep,

Or does take rest along with you.

A replacement poem based on A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes 

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Do We Enjoy Pizza with Ketchup and Fries?

by Hibah Wasim

She is Sally
Sally she is
That Sally-she-is!
That Sally-she-is!
You do not enjoy Sally-she-is!
Do we enjoy
pizza with ketchup and fries?
I do not enjoy them, Sally-she-is.
I do not enjoy
pizza with ketchup and fries.
Would you eat them served in a bowl or plate?
I would not eat them served on a bowl or plate.
I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not like
pizza with ketchup and fries, Sally-she-is
Would you enjoy them in a zoo?
Would you enjoy them when a cow said moo?
I do not enjoy them
in a zoo.
I do not enjoy them
when a cow says moo.
I do not enjoy them
served in a bowl or plate.
I do not enjoy them anywhere.


A replacement poem based on Green Eggs and Ham
by Dr. Seuss

I am Sam
Sam I am
That Sam- I- am!
That Sam- I- am!
I do not like that Sam- I- am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them, Sam- I- am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.

Would you like them
here or there?
I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them anywhere.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam- I- am.
Would you like them in a house?
Would you like them with a mouse?
I do not like them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere...

Whether

by Bob Marcacci

If moles were exceptional,

And water was chocolate rain,

And lice were pets,

And a truth ain't a truth,

But stuff could stop wrong,

For in someway a super predicament,

You would become you.

If moon was Maine and when was wince,

And what was waste, and white was orange,

There may be any acceptance

For through whatever effervescence

I would have been I.

If hate was soft and cubes were circular

And anger were actually and sighs were silly

What-not wouldn’t be fairly

Yet everybody everywhere nearly

For if where was warily

We would believe we.

A replacement poem based on If
by e. e. cummings

If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,      Life would be delight,-      But things couldn't go right      For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven, and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true,      There might be some sense      But I'd be in suspense      For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee      Things would seem fair,-      Yet they'd all despair,      For if here was there We wouldn't be we.