Evan Baughfman

After reading Shakespeare sonnets, my freshman English teacher asked us to write one for extra credit.  I wrote two.

Both follow the basic sonnet rhyme scheme.  Other than that, neither is really all that "Shakespearean".


"Nightmare," by Evan Baughfman, Age 14

It has no real shape. It squirms and screams.

It bellows, wails, twirls, twists, turns, churns, and burns.

Its shapeless mass explodes through my mind’s seams.

What is it? That answer you shall soon learn.

Within it, flaming rain spills from the sky.

Yellowed skulls litter the bloodied, rock ground.

Happy, screeching things, with leather wings, fly.

Hissing beasts and malformed freaks prance around.

Ghouls chase me with knives, axes, and steel hooks.

I trip, I fall, and I can’t get away.

Swarming me, they burn my skin with their looks.

Oh, yes, now I really begin to pray.

Ravaging through my brain, beneath my hair,

Lies that thing! It’s my own twisted nightmare!


"Guess Who," by Evan Baughfman, Age 14

In the black, coal night, it stalks through the woods. 

It stops, licking its chops, raising its snout. 

It wants blood. To it, entrails have the goods. 

Scents rise, fresh and near. A mammal, no doubt. 

It lopes, sleek and strong, searching for its prey. 

From the nearby brush, bursts a baby deer. 

It almost laughs as the fawn sprints away. 

The fawn will not escape. Not now, not here. 

It chases the fawn onto the county road. 

The fawn skips elsewhere, under the full moon. 

For a truck hits the thing! Crimson blood flows. 

Its skull cracks! Its spine snaps! It will die soon. 

The driver had struck a wolf! It's not there! 

Instead, there lies a man. Blood mats his hair.


These examples of haiku were written around Valentine's Day at Age 17 for my English class.  Boy, are they embarrassing.




Like the hyena’s

on the hot savanna, your

laughter is wondrous.


Running many laps

’round a track, when all I want

is to go to you.


Peanut butter and

jellyfish do not mix well

but we surely do.


When I stare at walls,

I see you there, which shows why

I walk into them.


If I knew how to

sing, I would for you; but I

can only write words


Yes, my grammar bad,

my speling iz wurse, but I

stil in luve with yuu


Trees fall in the woods

each day…Poor trees, they must die

never knowing you


Many ask, “What’s this

life for?” It’s to find someone

half as good as you


This is from a play I worked on.  In this scene...  


KALE, a bully, shares a very personal poem with his class.


“When people look at Kale,

They think, ‘Epic fail,’

Or, ‘That kid’s goin’ to jail.’


When people look at Kale,

They think, ‘His ship has sailed,’

Or, ‘How much to post his bail?’


Well, people who look at Kale

Need to study their Braille

They’re blind, ’cause that kid is frail

His hands are shaking, his fists are pale


He wishes his future were more clear

That he never had to look through tears

That he’d control his temper, control his fears

That he’d never wonder if he even had a next year?


But this life is all he knows

His rage, his pain: it shows

Tough luck. That’s how it goes

For some people, it drizzles

For others, it snows


That Kale?

That epic fail?

Who’s goin’ to jail?


He never got his chance to live.

And that’s a shame, because

That kid’s got so much more to give.”


As a freshman in college, I wrote a short collection of silly poems for kids a la Shel Silverstein.

This is one of the entries.


No Snow, So...

It was lonely one hot summer’s day,

for my friends had all gone away.

So I made up an excellent plan

to build a grand snowman.

But the sun was too bright,

and the clouds were too white.

I knew there would be no snow.

My plan had no place to go.


But I am creative and smart,

and I figured how to start

my excellent plan

to build a grand snowman.

I took all the ice cream I could find,

and then I mashed and combined.

Mounds of the treat piled high,

wanting to reach the tip of the sky.

The snowman began to take shape,

but, from the sun’s rays, there was no escape.

He began melting and dripping.

I began sliding and slipping

in the snow man

soon to be no man.


I wanted to make a new friend,

but I just wound up eating him in the end.