The Ghost: By Malak O.

The Ghost

Awoken from my sleep
I hear
Footsteps

I go out of my room
When I open the door
Oh my god!

I see a ghost!
A mad girl
With scary eyes

Wet black hair
Covering her
White head

I couldn't move
Not even a millimeter!
What will I do?

Graduation: By Nada R.

Graduation

I waited for this moment all year long
Now it's finally happened

I'm on the stage
Getting my diploma

Parents watching have
Tears in their faces while they smile

This has been the greatest
Moment of my life

I stop - Turn towards the audience
I want to say a word

While the lights shine on me
And my family watches me

"Goodbye, Lower school -
Hello Middle school!"

But I say nothing
Just walk across the stage

My hopes and fears
Swimming in my mind

Will I get good grades? Pass every test?
Will I get to class on time?

All I can say is that
I've made it to this day

And that
Is a great accomplishment

My Soul is a Petal: By Alya S.

My Soul is a Petal

My soul is a petal
In my body
Moving all around
Like freedom
No one can imagine it
Wouldn't get it out
Until the wind
Blows it out

The Secret Gift: By Lyazid A.

The Secret Gift

I think I can only come up to you
But it's too hard to say
I put it on your desk
I write a note: "I love you."
I look away, starting to loathe myself
I couldn't help but smile
I turn around, "Thank you."
The beautiful vibration of your voice
Sets upon my ear

My Soul: By Rita J.

My Soul

My soul is a gift
from God

A creature
locked within me

A body with wings
tests me and supports me

My soul roams in my body
trying to find his way out

One day my soul will
find a way out of the labyrinth

And fly back
to its proper owner

My Soul: By Yassine I.

My Soul

My soul is a present
I find each Christmas
The person I can't see
A shadow living in the dark

My soul is an innocent leaf
A leap to the future
One lonely breath
A lock missing a key

A Note: Brian B.

A Note:

This is not a poem, but a note
Today in class the students
Writing on their own
Composed, or perhaps excavated
Poems on the topic of the soul

The images they chose
Beautifully intertwined with words
Like morning glory vines
Wrapping around the trunks
Of very old trees

Imagining anew the world
That had seemed so familiar
The very night before
As the doubts of the old
Give way to the hopes of the young

My Soul: By Fatema-Zahra B.

My Soul

My soul flies
My soul is a bird
My soul is as colorful as
Spring flowers
My soul is nature

But no, no

My soul doesn't fly
My soul isn't a bird
My soul isn't as colorful as
Spring flowers
My soul isn't nature

My soul is
Most importantly
Me

Where I'm From: By Dalia G.

Where I'm From

Where I'm from I see tall buildings
Pollution coming out of cars
And of course the strictness of people

Where I'm from I hear intelligent cows mooing back and forth
I hear the cars honking and people yelling at each other
I hear peaceful animals, and violent people

Where I'm from I taste the marvelous and delicious
Sausages sizzling in the pan
I enjoy the world famous Moroccan cuisine

Where I'm from I smell the moroccan pastries cooking
I smell the pure fresh air
Loaded with the scent of blooming flowers

Where I'm from I feel the spirit
The warmth and generosity
The hospitality of people

My Soul: By Yassir A.

My Soul

My soul is afraid of God and nobody else.
My soul asks me to act with my hands, but I have learned my lesson.
My soul is sorrowful for Palestine, and cries out for revenge in Syria.
My soul is Islam, standing next to Allah.

My soul is working when I sleep.
My soul needs care, which she doesn't have much of.
My soul needs peace, like the wind.
My soul has good manners, or so I wish.

My soul is a perfect love, a house where all knock to enter.
My soul is a gift. A test graded by Allah.To pass I must have a strong personality.
My soul is the word "Fundamental," and with it the word "Life."
My soul rests, so for me it's death.

My soul is not free as a horse in a field.
My soul is trapped like rats in a cage I have built.
My soul stands alone, waiting.
My soul enters into Paradise.