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Poets: AGUILAR SOTO MARIANNE SOFÍAALVARADO CORRALES STEFANIA

ALVARADO LEIVA ESTEBAN DE JESUSCALVO BASTOS JOHAN OLDEMAR

CALVO BRENES SIONYCALVO QUESADA MARIANA

CAMACHO MORA NAYELI DANIELACASTILLO ABARCA MARIANA

CHINCHILLA MUÑOZ LOHANNACUADRA COTO SEBASTIAN

FERNANDEZ CHACON JOSE JULIANGARRÓN CARBALLO MICHELLE

HENSEN ULATE MELANIEHERNANDEZ ARCE KATRINA SOFIA

HERRERA SANCHEZ CAROLINAMENA VILLALTA SEBASTIÁN

MENDEZ HERNANDEZ ISAAC FELIPEMENESES QUESADA LUIS ENRIQUE

MORALES MONGE IVÁNOVIEDO GONZALEZ MARIA LAURA

PORRAS LEIVA SAMARAQUIROS MORALES ALDO

SOLIS CASTRO RANDALL MAURICIO

Apology

Poem by:Daniela Moya

Bíography

In this poem she tells about, why we are here? Also it tells about the most

important things we have, about our

dreams, our life or our death. The poet was

born in 2001. She lives in Cartago, Costa Rica.

She is now 13 years old.

Every day I think,in the most important

thingwe have; is living?

or dying?

In my dreams, I saw my life,

And my death,So, I don’t know Why are we here?

I don’t know What is that!?

If it is an apology,Or something like that.

Every day I saw my scars,And that makes me cry,Is it true that we can be

happy?Or is another lie?

Dark Paradi

seBy: Michelle

Garrón Carballo

Michelle was born in Cartago, Costa Rica, and

she lives in the same place. When she wrote

the poem, she was thinking about her

life,,about the people who were gone. This

poem is dedicated to her family that was there for her always and to thank

them for that.

Biography

Every time I close my eyesI´m afraid of what they have

They can make me laughBut they only make me cry.

I know where I amIt´s not a secret anymore

I left bad life in pastBut I think I´m taking it back.

No one to talk toNo one to love

It only reminds me,The hurt that I had.

I hope that one dayThis life will go away

And I know I have to goBut I´m right here to stay.

I need to be braveI need to reveal

I need to defendThe life that I left.

It´s only a good storyOf my always boring past

Even though I left itI´ll try not to forget.

Life TimeBackground : Mariana Castillo

Abarca lives in Cartago , Costa

Rica . She is 13 years old, she is

in high school now.

Her purpose for writing this

poem was to show people to

love life because for life is

short and people do not notice

that, and they lost time doing

bad things.

Life TimePoem by:

Mariana Castillo A .

Everyone has to live happily,Because most of the time life is a

happy journey, Life is something complicated, That no one can understand.

Life should be lived,With the time you realized that

you can’t waste,Because most of the time life is

full of happy moments,But that can change in a minute

You are alive,So you have to take advantage of

it, Because you have a life time,

And it’s running …

Missing you

About the author:

She was born in Costa Rica, January 8th, 2001 in the city of Cartago. Since she was a little girl, she loved Michael Jackson. She loved him a lot. When Michael´s dead came, she started to make poems about him. Now she is studying in high school.

by:Stefanía Alvarado

“if ou can dream it, you can do it”Michael Jackson

Missing youJune 25th, 20092:26 pm you go

I believe you were hereI´ll never forget you

You started at the Jackson 5Jakie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon,

Randy Will be there for you

When you need them: “I´ll be there”

The king of popNever died.

His music is hereAnd it will never stop

Neverland is alone,You are not there.

Prince, Paris and Blanket Need you

The day of your death,I cried a river,But I believe

The angels are dancing with you

May 12th, 2014Xcape is your new album

All the universeSings with you

Every time,When I listen

You are not aloneYou are there for me

“Tough you´re far apartYou are always in my heart”

To verses of the song,You are not alone

You are the guy with the gold pantsThe guy with the glove

But most important The King of Pop

Background: the poet lives in Cartago Costa Rica, she was born on the 2nd of December of 2000.She wrote only one poem in her life

Free Forever

It is a very ugly place with many green parakeets, all this

parakeets are in a very little cage

The parakeets work during all day ,but they do not receive food.

This cage is not luxurious,

And any

cage is luxurious, but this is more horrible…

In this cage you find a 96,9% of the

parakeets that are classist and rest of the parakeets are

normalI have to admit, I am

parakeet too, but contrary of the rest I

am a normal parakee.t

I have one dream, and this dream is not

to reach or to be intelligent is to be

free forever

BACKROUNDEsteban Alvarado

(2000), lives in Cartago, Costa Rica. This is his

first poem.

I was a bird, who doesn´t care

about what he did to his Friends, the bees.

I want to be like my friends who dont care about what they care because they are bees

that eat in a tea .

The Bird who eats in a Bee

Tea

Path of Exile

By: Johan

He lives in Cartago, Costa RicaHe was born in June 29, 2001

His hobbies are to play video games and go out with his

friends

Path of ExileBy: Johan

An exiled, finding his own path,

Will fight with monster to let him pass.

In a boat he travels, waiting to arrive

But an accident happens, he needs to fight

Trapped in an island, without help

He walks again without knowing the place

His boat was destroyed, everyone died

And island of zombies he has arrived

Background

María Laura Oviedo (2001)

lives in Cartago ,Costa Rica, and this is her

first poem.

WISH BAD THINGS

I am sad when you are sad , I hate when they ignore me and said I´m nobody , nobody who does not talk to anyone , and

anyone says that she is beautiful or special.

I dont know why the people are like they are (bad people)

they dont have feelings , the unique thing they do is to wish

bag things to the other pearsons.

By: Sebas Mena

The Lost Man

Background

The narrator explains that in

the poem the feelings a lost

man has in in a lonely island.

The Lost ManLost in the island,Alone in the dark,With no one that

helps him,And food so far.

Thirty days passed,And he has no hope,

Hungry like an animal,

Died in a boat.

When you are…BACKGOUND:

The poet was born in 2001, she

is 13 years old. She lives in Costa Rica. She likes to be with her friends. She

likes social networks.

When you are sad, you don’t think in positive things,

When you are angry, all seems black for you and your mind,

Black like dead flowers, positive like a happy face smiling,

When you look back, sometimes you remember memories that make you happy.

But, remember this poem when you are feeling blue,

At the end everything it’s going to be okay,

Everything that makes you feel blue will disappear,

Everything that makes you happy will be there for you,

Waiting for you when you think you’re alone.

See the Pretty

Cameras By Melanie

Hensen Ulate

BackgroundThis poem tells about a

person who is seemed through past and future.

It is a reflection of his life. Also the poem explains why I think

this poem reflects precisely what I am and what I think. The poem

tells that sometimes you feel bad and sometimes good, and as the poem says “ See the pretty cameras” because

inside you, you can see one thing, but outside of

you you can see another thing.

PoemSeeing the pretty cameras,

It`s like me reflectedIn the tile of my bathroom,

It`s like a brokenmirror

Seeing the pretty camerasLooking at me,

It`s likeAll the people looking at me

It`s like a rain that will not stop

A reflection in a windowRemembering my childhood

And seeing all the things with reflections

We think we are a relectionOf our past and our future,

A photo that can make a change.And we think how?

I miss you

Poem by: Randall Solis.

Background: He lives in Taras,

Cartago Costa Rica. This poem is about a person´s feelings, what he can

feel, when he loses a love, or when he feels

that someone breaks his heart

Hello there, the angel of my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue.

The innocent victim of my hurt in the valley, you're my detail not found,

anything on the street, you can always find me and we can always

live Halloween on Christmas, and wish that this night would never end

I miss youWhere are you?

I can not be without you, I can not sleep, I can not dream

The extreme darkness makes me think more and more in you

Do not waste your time on me never again, but do not forget me.

I miss you

The Lights in the

Darkness.Poem by:Sofía Aguilar Soto.Background:

The poet lives in El Yas, she studies at

Jorge Volio Bilingual High school.

The poem is about a person who is a

murderer, but don’t any murderer, but a soul murderer, and

also how she seek fill her body with the dreams of another

people.

The Lights in the Darkness.

I’m in the darkness,I have troubles, But I don’t fall,

I don’t die.

I’m in the adversity, But I wake up,

I’m sad,But I can see the lights,

The lights in the darkness.

When you are in the darkness,In the troubles,

In the sadness, you need to say:

I don’t really need to wake up?But be careful, when you are in

troubles you may steal, Steal the dreams of your own friends, or your own family,

And with this, you can kill their souls, their lives.

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When you kill the soul of the people,

They convert in zombies,

Bodies aimlessly, lost, dead.

Soulless meat, Murderers mercilessly, murderers of dreams,

and souls, like me.

I’m a murderer, Because somebody

stole my soul, And I steal another’s, I’m hungry, hungry of

souls because my body is empty,

And I need to fill with your feelings, with your

dreams,With your SOUL!!!

END……………….

The door

Background

The poem is about a girl that dies next to the door of her bedroom.

She is from Cartago, Costa Rica. She studied at the Miravalle High School, Maria Auxiliadora school, and then

at the Jorge Volio Bilingual High School. When she wrote her first

poem she was 11 years old. She was 12 years old when she wrote “The Door.” This poem is inspired in the TV program The Vampire Diaries.

The DoorBy: Mariana Calvo

The door is closed. She is dead. All her troubles are far, far away. Her skeleton is cold, so cold.

Nobody knows her story or who was she. She is wearing a black dress covered with blood and wine. The knife was closed, so closed. She was with the prisoners.

The darkness came over the room. Until the moon came to the mountain peak, The light came over the skeleton of the mystery girl. And the bed was empty.

She wants to kill. To kill all in her scope, And feel the blood in her hands. When you´re alone, all you want is to feel, to feel the things that other people feel.

She was sad Always sad Never happy

She has bitten marks on her neck.

It was a dark night. The air came over the room. And the skeleton continues being cold.

Runners 4ever By: Julián

BackgroundThe narrator

explains to you the dedication the

brother of the poet has for running. He

states that with dedication you can achieve your goals.

My brother was a runnerAnd he wanted to change his

life.Being a runner, and he became

a stunner person.That means wonderful,

And he was very powerful in races.

He ran in a very beautifulwaterfall in San Gerardo. But one day he had one

important race in his life, and he stayed in first place

and his family loved him.

Background:The poem tells how a person

goes from paradise to hell, and then he falls as someone betrays him or wants to be with another

person and leaves you there with nothing, just a broken heart and you're alone and

without knowing what to do.

The Love Poem by: Felipe Méndez

Love is an ingrate who lifts you for a while, but that smells like faith is a lie.

Love is a losing battle between happiness and sadness, I live annihilated in the desert suppressing fire for jealousy

I know that he won the war a long time ago, and I missed you already.

I lost the mildew, and that makes you happy.

He gave you all, and I'm not happy and I know I was your cry,

your smile hurts, but I`m really sorry, it was not my intention.

My intention was to make you happy I beg to you to stay here, but you left.

You left me here to find another life. You left me here, but I ask you to bury my heart because every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think is you.

Every morning when I wake up, I look for the perfume that you left in my body.

The Love

Yesterday

Poem by:Iván morales Monge

Backgound: The poem was created

by a student of the Jorge volio jimenez

Bilingual High School. The poet was born on ausgust 26th, 2001 He lives in Cartago.

Theme: the poem talks about a man that lost

the person he loved, and he says things that she

did before she left.

YESTERDAYYesterday, all my troubles

seemed so far awayNow it looks as though

they're here to stayOh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go I don't know

she couldn't say a word,I said something wrong, now

I wait for yesterday

THE SEABy Sebastian Cuadra

 

If it is not the sea, it`s an image

its appearance is like looking back at the sky.

 

If it is not the sea, it`s your idea.

Fire, bottomless, clean,

and I am

Burning, drowning on it. 

Background: She lives in

Cartago, Costa Rica. She loves

love, and she likes to make

stories or poems. This is her first sad poem about

love.

Poem by: Samara Porras

I´m afraid of knowing the truth;

knowing you're alone and you feel that he is

with you, but he never was with you.To know that he was

only a lie and you were alone.

When you are happy and you know

that you don´t love him; you realize that

you still love him.

And you wish to tell him that you

don´t need him to have a happy life

Only Love

I Regret it“Poem” by Aldo Quiros

BACKGROUND:He lives in Costa Rica.

He writes a single poem.He lives with his parents.

He misses his friends.He is depressed

 I have to take off all my hate

But now I think is lateBecause she is far awayIn another horrible place

 I was dumb for my pride

And now I admit itI had no time to forgive

And now I regret it 

IN OTHER WORDS He lost the opportunity to forgive a person who is

far from him 

 

Background:

Luis Enrique Meneses (2001) lives with his family in Cartago, Costa

Rica. This is his first poem.

Luis Enrique Meneses Quesada.

Stars

She is so pale;When she looks

at the bell;She shines like a

sun;When she has

fun;And she is small; Like a little ball.

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