"Seventh Grade"

Oh lord 7th grade.
This actually is true for most Middle schoolers.
Too many people think that you need to grow up fast then and no one is going slow.
Everything is fast paced and if you go your own speed you get left behind. Classes are long but lessons are short and no one really cares if you pass or fail. This is how I saw it back then and how I see it now. This Poem really captures the feelings I felt and others feel. Friends change and life becomes fast paced. You can only help but wonder. "When will life slow down?"

~Sam



Sorry it's the same thing but i forgot to put it as a review

Oh lord 7th grade.
This actually is true for most Middle schoolers.
Too many people think that you need to grow up fast then and no one is going slow.
Everything is fast paced and if you go your own speed you get left behind. Classes are long but lessons are short and no one really cares if you pass or fail. This is how I saw it back then and how I see it now. This Poem really captures the feelings I felt and others feel. Friends change and life becomes fast paced. You can only help but wonder. "When will life slow down?"

~Sam

Wow, this poem is very good and a lot of people can relate! Now I know what to expect in 7th grade and to be ready for everything especially my friends. I like it how you concluded with how tough 7th grade is what about 8th grade because that leaves us wondering what will your next year be like? I would LOVE to hear what 8th grade was like for you and how it changed, for the better or worse! Keep up your poetry!

Hey Yubbies, Em here with the review.

First of all, I didn’t find anything wrong with your grammar or spelling, well done on that.
When I read this poem, I found myself nodding in agreement. Grade seven is when we start to grow up a bit and find the ‘bitchy’ sides of ourselves and others. I had a lot of kids on my back calling me names and stuff. In result my grades fell dramatically and my confidence is almost non-existent.

Anyway, you really know what you are talking about in this poem, the thing is, you can make this poem a whole lot better by telling us what you’ve said in a more creative way. Try not to be disappointed because this part is totally fun and the end result will make you really proud of yourself and make you a better poet.

You don’t need to rhyme to make a good poem, you have rhymed a bit which was good, but in other parts you haven’t. Rhyming is a little hard so good work for having a go.

What I suggest you do is add a little imagery. When I think of the sadness grade seven caused me and other kids I think of dark colours, which leads to dark things. What can make your poem stronger and more emotional is comparing the things you’ve said with other stuff that is just as bad, but more effective.

For example, when people called me fat, it was like someone had hit me with a truck. I’m still trying to recover from the things they’ve said. I can turn this into a verse of emotion:

Fat bounded around my ears as I felt blood mix with my tears.
Those hurtful words are my worst fears, trust is ripped to shreds as I run from these wicked peers.

It may not be a good example but hopefully it can give you idea of what I’m talking about.

Just to give you a heads up, grade eight is hard in the way of making friends but the grades part of it, is easy to top. Hang in there Yubbies, I found my true friends in high school. We’re the rejects, but we all respect each other and ‘love’ each other. Just stick with the nice people and you’ll be right. Try not to hang with the girls and boys who treat each other as dirt.
If you ever need to talk about anything I’d be happy to chat 

If you have any questions, just PM me.

Hope this helped, from Em XD

Oh. My. Gosh. You capture seventh grade perfectly! But now that last line has me doubting how much better eighth grade will be. I like the way you split up the poem, but I think it might look better if you made the "Then there is teasing," line the start of a new stanza. Just my thought. But I really like this poem, even if it makes me wonder about eighth...

Hey yubbies!

First thing I think is: I know the feeling. Then I sit in smug satisfaction nodding at every familiar phrase. You certainly did a great job with expressing what you (and everyone else) feels in seventh grade. The thing that bothers me about the poem is that it is not so much poetry as prose written in blocks. The free verse is doing nothing for your message—the whole idea of poetry is that the fact that it is written as poetry, supports and strengthens the message of the writing. Poetry must be distilled emotion, a vial of poison that kills with a single drop, whereas prose looks like oleander mashed up in vodka by comparison.

So consider using some sort of rigid meter which would symbolise the confinement of school that the writer feels, or a rolling, galloping meter with many caesuras and enjambments to communicate panic and frustration. Also some poetic devices would improve the potency of your poison. Give the readers a spoonful of assonance and they'll just keel over. Experiment with punctuation a bit. Remember not to pay too much attention to me and have fun!

Keep the ink flowing!