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Welcome to the
Award Winning Poem page!
Below you will find the winning poems for 1994.
Please note, the children's names will NOT appear on this page with
their poems. This is for their protection.
We have made every attempt to guard against plagiarism, but it is
becoming very difficult with the widespread use of the internet.
If you believe that a poem has been plagiarized, please let us know.
If you have any
questions, concerns, or corrections please e-mail Laurel Indalecio
at
indaleciol@elpasotexas.gov
¡Bienvenidos a la
Página de
Los Ganadores Premiados de Poesía!
Los
poemas premiados del año 1994 se
encuentran listados más abajo.
Para
proteger la privacidad de los niños
participantes, los nombres de los ganadores
han sido omitidos de esta página.
Hemos tratado de tomar todas las precauciones posibles en cuanto a
plagio o reproducción ilegal de obras literarias. Sin embargo, se ha
vuelto sumamente difícil el combatir esta práctica, especialmente
ahora que el uso de la Internet se ha generalizado. Si usted cree o
sospecha que uno(s) de los poemas aquí listados ha(n) sido copiado(s),
favor de comunicarse con nosotros.
Si tiene alguna pregunta, interés o correcciones, favor de contactar
con Laurel Indalecio al
indaleciol@elpasotexas.gov.
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Second
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Third Grade
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Fourth Grade
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Wind and Rain
When the wind blows through my hair
And the rain tip-taps here and there
I wish it would stay like this forever for me
And I turn round and round laughing he, he, he.
When the wind whispers to the leaves,
I wonder what they’re saying and if they’ll tell me.
St. Raphael School
Cielo Vista Branch Library |
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Fifth Grade
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Sixth Grade
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Shadows
The Shadow appears in the darkness of the night.
There it is, did you see it?
There it is, that odd shape lurking
in the corner of the room.
You suddenly see something out of the corner of your eye,
but before you know it, it’s gone.
You stop.
You wonder...
Was it ever really there?
And if it was, what was it?
St. Pius X School
Cielo Vista Branch Library
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I Hate Them, I
Hate Them, I Hate Them, I Do
I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I do
I kick them under the mat
They crawl up my arm and tickle me, too.
I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I do
They climb into my cereal and give me the flu.
I step on them, they go splat.
I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I do
I kick them under the mat.
Ross Middle School
Clardy Fox Branch Library
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Seventh Grade
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Lonely
Lonely is black like th country at night.
It sounds like water dripping over and over.
It tastes like your favorite food, but it
isn’t cooked the way you want it.
And it smells like onions.
Lonely looks like a bird flying around,
but the other birds won’t go near it.
It makes you feel weak.
Guillen Middle School
Armijo Branch Library |
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Eighth Grade
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Poem found plagiarized and
therefore removed from this page
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Cherish the Past,
Look to the Future
As I cherish the past, I look to the day when I found
my imagination.
It was a usual day in fourth grade,
When my teacher assigned reading time
Most of us cringed with dread,
But I just simply shook my head.
I headed for the bookcase with a slow trot,
then I saw a book that was covered with rot.
As I brushed off all the dust and grime,
I found that a treasure was to be mine
The book was about three guys named
Neal, Buzz, and Mike
Who on one fateful day,
Left the earth and went away
To a place we call the moon,
that looks like a big yellow hot air balloon.
As I look to the future, I am reminded of this story
Which has inspired me to follow in the footsteps
of these brave men,
as I can see myself in the same spot,
Heading toward another planet at the same trot.
As I cherish the past and look to the future
I will remember that the men that came
Before me got here by cherishing the past
and looking to the future.
Riverside Middle School
Lower Valley Branch Library
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Ninth Grade
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Tenth Grade
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Eleventh Grade
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When Childhood
Ends, A New Life Begins
I remember when my favorite toy was mud
Cartoons filled with Woody Wood Pecker, Bugs Bunny
and Elmer Fudd
When I believed that friends were friends
I thought the magic would never end
And I believed that I could fly
And my favorite question was merely why.
When Mom would call, I would run
All I wanted was to have lots of fun
When there was no work
At commands I’d smirk
When I’d sleep, in my Mom’s arms I’d lie
And there I’d be when I began to cry.
And now it’s all run, do this do that
It matters if youo’re thin or fat
All my muscles are like strings of clay
Instead of colors I see gray
All I want is a little sleep
And what I feel inside I keep
Watching cartoons the time would fly by
And answer me now why I continue to cry
This is what I tell my nephews and nieces:
Complete your childhood, don’t leave it in pieces.
Now I realize that the fun did end
But today I believe a new life begins
And one thing scares me more than to know I can’t fly
And that is to know now that soon I must die!
Bel Air High School
Lower Valley Branch Library
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Twelfth Grade
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Ancient Drums
I hear the drums of distant paths urging me to go on.
I see obstacles which seem impossible to overcome,
I seem powerless against them.
but the drums they drive me on.
They sing of glories past and ancestors long gone.
Me hablan de mis raíces en varios bellos países.
The drums of the Maya, Aztec, and the Olmec praying
for rain and good crops.
I too pray to make it through the dry spells in life.
The drums that played as Cortes toppled a glorious
empire and began for me a new ancestry.
La noche triste lloró por Cortes en la hora antes
de la conquista.
I too cry when I get discouraged, and yet the drums
drive me on.
My ancestors yendo al norte, up narrow and steep cliffs.
The dangers were great, but a new life was ahead.
They trudged on with their heads high,
the drums played for them.
As they play for me when I come to steep places
on my trek up.
I yearn to turn back, yet I go on head held high.
My grandfather, though he knew no English,
went to school and learned what he needed to,
no barriers stopped him.
I will let nothing stop my learning though it may be
hard,
to rise you must be down, but you will succeed.
Those drums I hear are my heart,
the sangre adentro de mis venas, whose beat I hear,
un mezcla de culturas: Maya, Azteca, Española,
Tarahumara, Mexicana, Americana!
The beat drives me on and makes me strive to rise
and show the pride of the Me inside!
Ysleta High School
Ysleta Branch Library
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“Raza”
Mayan raven-haired goddess,
rise above your roach infested throne,
in the slum of the smog polluted city.
Erect your royal pyramids
high over these vandalized partitions
and rule over your discorded race.
Listen to the poverished cries of the children
that yearn for your maternal embrace.
Aztec warrior of the streets,
fight for and not against your blood.
Plenty has been shed out of ignorance.
Brown-eyed beggar child,
set yourself free
from the chains of mediocrity
and educate your mind with knowledge.
Bring fame to the contributions
of your neglected forefathers.
Shout out in your native tongues,
the language of peace, democracy and freedom.
Scream you masons, poets, and dreamers.
Your raza looks on to you with hopeful hearts.
The “majority” awaits you
to make it in the world.
And if by chance, my russet-skinned brother,
you do survive,
Like the dove in Noah’s story,
bring back your olive branch,
and show us that there is some
barren ground beneath the flood.
Bel Air High School
Lower Valley Branch Library |
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Primer Grado
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Segundo Grado
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Mi Mamá
Todas las noches mi mamá y yo nos sentamos al lado
de la puerta y vemos las estrellas
Y mi mamá dice, “Qué hermosas estrellas,” dice mi mamá.
Lily y yo le digo sí que hermosas estrellitas brillan
Como el brillante de adornar las blusas.
Canutillo Elementary School
Westside Branch Library |
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Tercer Grado
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En El Futuro
En el futuro pienso ser una científica muy famosa
E inventar una máquina que haga muchas cosas.
Yo, cuando sea grande, pienso inventar una máquina
que planche la ropa
Y otra que me haga la sopa.
En el futuro pienso hacer un mundo debajo del agua
y nombrarlo Chihuahua.
A mí me gustaría que también en el futuro podamos
vivir
en el espacio,
Para yo construir un gran palacio.
En el futuro pienso inventar unos carros que predan
volar
en el cielo,
Y que la gente no les tenga miedo.
Ramona Elementary School
Lower Valley Branch Library
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En Mi Futuro
En el futuro yo quisiera
Ser maestro si pudiera.
Ir a Marte en un cohete
Aunque fuera de juguete.
Enseñar las Bellas Artes
Con todas sus distintas partes.
Mis alumnos los Marcianos
Puede que sean ancianos.
La música les gustará
Y un instrumento tocarán.
Ramona Elementary School
Lower Valley Branch Library
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Cuarto Grado
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El Pasado, El
Futuro
¿Cómo recordar el pasado?
Con lágrimas y sonrisas o con solo la mente.
¿Qué quedó de mi pasado?
Los recuerdos de mis ayeres.
Yo recuerdo y nada es igual;
pero todo se parece.
¿En qué se parecen?
El pasado, el futuro
Yo estuve o yo estaré.
El pasado, el Futuro.
Hawkins Elementary School
Clardy Fox Branch Library
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Quinto Grado
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Sexto Grado
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Un Pajarito Lindo
Hay qué lindo pajarito
va cayendo du su nido,
vuela, vuela chiquitito,
que todos te hemos oído.
Vuela, vuela pajarito
dale tiempo a tu mirar,
que todo el mundo te ha visto,
y te han oído cantar.
Ese lindo pajarito
tiene miedo de volar,
ese pajarito bonito,
tiene miedo y va a llorar.
Un pajarito pinto
yo no tuve jamás.
Tu lo tuviste junto,
y sin ser tuyo lo extrañaras.
Beall Elementary School
Clardy Fox Branch Library
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Mariposa Linda
Mariposa linda y bonita
Quién to vera volar
Eres una cosa tan exquisita
Que nadie te hará parar.
Esas mariposas que vemos en el corazón los guardamos
y nosotros las guardamos como unas perlas de amor
sin pecado
Mariposa que vas volando todos te vimos y te amamos
Eres como una cosa divina que vas por el cielo vagando.
Mariposa bella y multicolor,
Quién quisiera ser tú para poder volar con libertad
Y tú te ves tan hermosa con tu color
Que todos viven con la curiosidad.
Tú tan pequeña y primorosa
Quién te podrá agarrar
Y tú mariposa eres tan olorosa
Que nadie te hará parar.
Beall Elementary School
Clardy Fox Branch Library |
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Séptimo Grado
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Padre Mio
Padre, hoy voy y te visito,
al jardín donde todos lloran,
Porque al saber que tú estás muerto,
mi corazón se entristece, mis ojos lloran.
Mis lagrimas derramo en tu tumba,
porque al ver ahi tu nombre,
Me arrodillo de corazón frente a tu tumba,
Y te digo llorando porqué te fuiste padre.
Y ahora le pido a Dios,
que te cuide y te ampare en el cielo,
Resignada veo hacia el cielo con mis ojos,
y te digo algun día te veré en el cielo.
Guillen Middle School
Armijo Branch Library
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Poema: Dedicado a la Vida
Qué bella es la vida, cuando la sabemos vivir.
Qué triste es la vida cuando no la sabemos vivir.
Venimos a la vida para dar y recibir amor!
Quién no da amor, en la vida no podría vivir.
Por medio del amor, se logra la paz en la vida
y por medio de la paz está la unión.
La unión y la paz hacen la fuerza en la vida.
La vida es paz y amor.
Eso es lo que Dios nos dió.
Guillen Middle School
Armijo Branch Library
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Octavo Grado
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Mi Madre
Mi madre me dice,
Cuida con quien to juntas
Y mira donde pices
Porque los problemas te seguirán.
Aunque tú no me hagas caso ahorita
En el futuro me comprederás
Que lo que to digo ahorita
En el futuro te beneficiará.
Bueno es todo lo que te tengo que decir
Ojalá tú me hagas caso
Y lo que te digo, ponlo en práctica
Y no des un mal paso.
Con esto yo sé que mi madre me ha
Preparado para el futuro ya.
Ysleta Middle School
Ysleta Branch Library |
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Noveno Grado
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Décimo Grado
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Décimo Primer Grado
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Décimo Segundo Grado
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