Poetry Festival will be held:

Saturday, April 27, 2024

2023 Winner

People Pleaser, Me Praiser

I speak this poem of curfew and prophets

In praise of I, the smoke leaving the chimney.

I praise my sunny skin, my sharp eyed vision,

the breeze of hair above my scalp.


I praise my tall triumph.


No more the great language I speak;

Laughter covers the pining trees,

as I parachute through life’s obstacles.


But I catch a glimpse of unimportance —

Vacuums full of worry:

corruption is a candle;

There is more uneasy than calm in life.


Between the cuts, I squint knowledge.

We are ours and none to share.

It is the well known I.

I hear whistles of fragments and

I am who I trust.


Crystal Rogers

Charles Hart Middle School

Grade: 8


Washington, DC


Washington, DC

Favorite Author or Book:

Tiffany D. Jackson

Dream for the Future:

To become a scientist

Inspirational Figure:

Miss Nancy