Students read Emily Dickinson's "The Sky Is Low" and wrote their own winter poems.
MY WINTER
by Monae M
The wind blows
Past like it could
Run the 40-meter
Dash. The ice
Falling down from
Trees like people
Falling from a helicopter
The blizzards are strong like
A bully is pushing
You down. The snow
Flows like a ballerina
On a cloud.
FROZEN FURY
by Melvin D.
Red face as you stand outside
Ankles suffering as you wait for the bus
Blizzards raising snow over cars
Ice is sliding cars
Stand in frozen fury you might just get bit.
THE MOOD OF WINTER
by Aja A
Mountains dancing unhappily
with snow falling rumbling
on an unlucky person
snow balled up in wads
big as a bowling balls waited
for kids to get, strike!
Stubbornly snow sits there
harder and harder for the
shovel to get up.
WINTER
Markel T.
The snow is so mean its heart is
ice cold.
Icicles are like murderers waiting
to kill
White skies jealous of the sun
so they black him out
The trees are embarrassed because
they are naked.
The snowmen get up and walk
In the middle of the night.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
People Poems
Students read "Abuelito Who" by Sandra Cisneros then, using metaphor and simile, wrote their own poems about someone who is important to them.
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by Amber C.
I guess he was sick
but we didn't know, that is
my sister and I. He was
as bright as the sun and as
dark as the sea.
As old as the Earth
but as young as me
when I needed him he
was always there I
wish I got to say goodbye
But he lives on in my
heart forever.
Mommy
by Adraina L.
The smell of Victoria's Secret
the rattle of the keys
long airborn silk hair
the way your lasagna tastes
the devil in your mad voice
the way you take care of me
the way you know my every move like
a hawk you're nothing more but my mom
and friend.
Jonathan
by Evelynn B.
Jonathan as strong as a bull
Smarter than a teacher.
Fresher than Freshwear
That's Jonathan
Jonathan, eyes like a cat
smile like the sun, hair like
a Mexican
That's Jonathan, my brother.
My Brother Jason
by DeVaughn M.
My brother sings like a car radio in the
afternoon.
He's like a schedule on a phone or palm pilot
He's big like a brick wall
He keeps time like a clock or watch
He's a radio
He's a schedule boy, brick wall, and time keeper.
Mommy
by Aliyah L.
Sharp as a tack
Bright as the sun
Skin is dark like chocolate
She is the woman that birth me
My INSPIRATION
Higher than the moon
Glows like the sun
Brights up my day
Sad when she's away
Can't live without her or my
life is not complete.
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by Amber C.
I guess he was sick
but we didn't know, that is
my sister and I. He was
as bright as the sun and as
dark as the sea.
As old as the Earth
but as young as me
when I needed him he
was always there I
wish I got to say goodbye
But he lives on in my
heart forever.
Mommy
by Adraina L.
The smell of Victoria's Secret
the rattle of the keys
long airborn silk hair
the way your lasagna tastes
the devil in your mad voice
the way you take care of me
the way you know my every move like
a hawk you're nothing more but my mom
and friend.
Jonathan
by Evelynn B.
Jonathan as strong as a bull
Smarter than a teacher.
Fresher than Freshwear
That's Jonathan
Jonathan, eyes like a cat
smile like the sun, hair like
a Mexican
That's Jonathan, my brother.
My Brother Jason
by DeVaughn M.
My brother sings like a car radio in the
afternoon.
He's like a schedule on a phone or palm pilot
He's big like a brick wall
He keeps time like a clock or watch
He's a radio
He's a schedule boy, brick wall, and time keeper.
Mommy
by Aliyah L.
Sharp as a tack
Bright as the sun
Skin is dark like chocolate
She is the woman that birth me
My INSPIRATION
Higher than the moon
Glows like the sun
Brights up my day
Sad when she's away
Can't live without her or my
life is not complete.
Chicago Poems
This week, we read a section of Carl Sandburg's poem, "Chicago" and talked about personfication. Students then wrote their own poems about Chicago:
Seasons of My City
by Aliyah L.
Sometimes cold,
Sometimes hot
Sometimes warm, &
Sometimes okay.
White blanket covers the ground
as cold wind approaches
keeping all the heat to himself
Making sure we layer his blanket
in order
Making sure nobody is able to
move blocking the way with
his sharp teeth.
When it's hot he struts his
stuff
Moving the blanket and
becoming topless
taking a vacation throwing
water everywhere
making the blanket melt
partying all the time.
Chicago in the Summer
by Myleena J.
Chicago in the summer is
hot
Heat dancing on your body,
and hitting you in the face
lots of killing along with
fights because of the parties
people go to.
Going to the beach and
everywhere else no telling
what people may do.
The sun's always smiling with
her glasses on more expensive
than some people's clothes.
Chicago in the summer is
always the best but if you're
not from here you'll never
know.
Chicago (Heartless and Cold Blooded)
by Wade F.
Heartless as a body snatcher
cold and alone.
A homeless person walking
the streets with no place to
call home.
Gusting wind, bitter cold
fills the frosty air. An elegant
millionare, who looks down with a sneer.
Chicago
by Kairah G.
Gun sounds shooting
in the air
men on every corner
fist fighting
winds howling left and
right blowing you off
your feet.
Smoke covering the air and
skies
Garbage flying south
for winter
Children laughing as the
day goes by.
Seasons of My City
by Aliyah L.
Sometimes cold,
Sometimes hot
Sometimes warm, &
Sometimes okay.
White blanket covers the ground
as cold wind approaches
keeping all the heat to himself
Making sure we layer his blanket
in order
Making sure nobody is able to
move blocking the way with
his sharp teeth.
When it's hot he struts his
stuff
Moving the blanket and
becoming topless
taking a vacation throwing
water everywhere
making the blanket melt
partying all the time.
Chicago in the Summer
by Myleena J.
Chicago in the summer is
hot
Heat dancing on your body,
and hitting you in the face
lots of killing along with
fights because of the parties
people go to.
Going to the beach and
everywhere else no telling
what people may do.
The sun's always smiling with
her glasses on more expensive
than some people's clothes.
Chicago in the summer is
always the best but if you're
not from here you'll never
know.
Chicago (Heartless and Cold Blooded)
by Wade F.
Heartless as a body snatcher
cold and alone.
A homeless person walking
the streets with no place to
call home.
Gusting wind, bitter cold
fills the frosty air. An elegant
millionare, who looks down with a sneer.
Chicago
by Kairah G.
Gun sounds shooting
in the air
men on every corner
fist fighting
winds howling left and
right blowing you off
your feet.
Smoke covering the air and
skies
Garbage flying south
for winter
Children laughing as the
day goes by.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Dreams
Students read Langston Hughes' poem, "Dreams" and wrote their own poems about what life would be like without any dreams.
DREAMS THAT FLY BY
Dagan D.
Dreams are sweet,
Dreams are bitter.
Dreams are summer,
Dreams are winter.
Dreams are like doves,
that come and leave sky,
they leave no word,
but a bunch of feathers
it uses to fly.
Dreams come and go,
just like snow.
NO DREAMS
Arnell M.
What would we be?
A black hole of nothing
Like a piece of guilt in your
tummy. Like a seasick crocodile.
Like no books.
BAD DREAMS
Alana P.
If dreams die life is like a
desk falling on your head but
it doesn't hurt at all. Like a fish
fin broken into twenty pieces
and blown up in the atmosphere.
DREAMS THAT FLY BY
Dagan D.
Dreams are sweet,
Dreams are bitter.
Dreams are summer,
Dreams are winter.
Dreams are like doves,
that come and leave sky,
they leave no word,
but a bunch of feathers
it uses to fly.
Dreams come and go,
just like snow.
NO DREAMS
Arnell M.
What would we be?
A black hole of nothing
Like a piece of guilt in your
tummy. Like a seasick crocodile.
Like no books.
BAD DREAMS
Alana P.
If dreams die life is like a
desk falling on your head but
it doesn't hurt at all. Like a fish
fin broken into twenty pieces
and blown up in the atmosphere.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Fork
Students read Charles Simic's "The Spoon" and wrote their own poems about an ordinary object.
FORK
Jason M.
A giant kingdom
with trees
castle walls
with guards you behold
A fort full of guards and guns
beware, go away the sign will say
magic and spells
to guard the castle wall
A large tree millions of miles away
just people jumping off the train.
FORK
Daron O.
A white fork, an animal in the
jungle. The fork dancing across
a stage. An old woman looking out
the window waiting on a ride.
Now the fork has its own life dancing
off my plate.
A FORK
DeVaughn M.
a fork straight,
strong polished to an
angelic glitter.
It is being pushed
inside my arm giving
me an extra bone.
It is now part of
my body. I must
accept myself for what I am
than what I am not even with
an extra bone.
FORK
Jason M.
A giant kingdom
with trees
castle walls
with guards you behold
A fort full of guards and guns
beware, go away the sign will say
magic and spells
to guard the castle wall
A large tree millions of miles away
just people jumping off the train.
FORK
Daron O.
A white fork, an animal in the
jungle. The fork dancing across
a stage. An old woman looking out
the window waiting on a ride.
Now the fork has its own life dancing
off my plate.
A FORK
DeVaughn M.
a fork straight,
strong polished to an
angelic glitter.
It is being pushed
inside my arm giving
me an extra bone.
It is now part of
my body. I must
accept myself for what I am
than what I am not even with
an extra bone.
Tyger
Students read William Blake's "The Tyger" and wrote their own animal poems.
THE ELEPHANT
Dajon D.
Grade 7
Behemoth from the
unknown, for what
purpose have thy been
shown? Have you been sent
from the gods to raise
us up to the celestial world
above? Or have you been
sent to collect for the world below?
That, I will never ever know . . .
THE BLACK PANTHER
Wade F.
Grade 6
Green eyes, glow in the dark. Like bright
watermelons.
Its black fur is smoother than leather.
But faster than a car. The whole
jungle bows in fear of him.
For he is sharper than a piece of broken
glass more swift than the lion running full speed.
But he has a calm attitude, like a
warm breeze, and glass of cold
Kool-Aid.
Calm, fast, sharp, the black panther.
LADYBUG
Nadya G.
Grade 5
Oh Ladybug why are you red?
Are you mad at me?
Where do you fly everyday?
I think to the stars at night
you eat leaves, why not other
bugs or fish?
Is it the way you were born?
By the way, who is your mom
and dad? Is it the ones who just
fly by?
You're red with black spots.
Have fun with your life!
THE ELEPHANT
Dajon D.
Grade 7
Behemoth from the
unknown, for what
purpose have thy been
shown? Have you been sent
from the gods to raise
us up to the celestial world
above? Or have you been
sent to collect for the world below?
That, I will never ever know . . .
THE BLACK PANTHER
Wade F.
Grade 6
Green eyes, glow in the dark. Like bright
watermelons.
Its black fur is smoother than leather.
But faster than a car. The whole
jungle bows in fear of him.
For he is sharper than a piece of broken
glass more swift than the lion running full speed.
But he has a calm attitude, like a
warm breeze, and glass of cold
Kool-Aid.
Calm, fast, sharp, the black panther.
LADYBUG
Nadya G.
Grade 5
Oh Ladybug why are you red?
Are you mad at me?
Where do you fly everyday?
I think to the stars at night
you eat leaves, why not other
bugs or fish?
Is it the way you were born?
By the way, who is your mom
and dad? Is it the ones who just
fly by?
You're red with black spots.
Have fun with your life!
Monday, November 5, 2007
Someone Puts an Artichoke Together
Students read an excerpt from Wallace Steven's "Someone Puts A Pineapple Together" and used their mind's eye to see an artichoke in new ways.
THE OBJECT
Aya A. (Grade 6)
A porcupine crawls in the forest
A cactus stays immobile in the Savannah
A bunch of bananas hanging in
a tree in the Bahamas
A man lifting weights
A fiesta people are watching maracas
A pine cone on the ground
A bush, two roses on that bush
UNTITLED
Jason M.
I see a volcano
a person with spiky hair
The flower I see out in O'Hare
Roots of a flower
gravity, which flows through them
I see dead flowers that hang over a tree
Puppy ears with dragonflies
Which magic seperates
and spiky trees producing great food
THE STREAM
Neopatra T.
How hard on the out
side soft on the inside
stands for me it's weeping
down on the land and
back up into the sky
lays high with many
layers
THE OBJECT
Aya A. (Grade 6)
A porcupine crawls in the forest
A cactus stays immobile in the Savannah
A bunch of bananas hanging in
a tree in the Bahamas
A man lifting weights
A fiesta people are watching maracas
A pine cone on the ground
A bush, two roses on that bush
UNTITLED
Jason M.
I see a volcano
a person with spiky hair
The flower I see out in O'Hare
Roots of a flower
gravity, which flows through them
I see dead flowers that hang over a tree
Puppy ears with dragonflies
Which magic seperates
and spiky trees producing great food
THE STREAM
Neopatra T.
How hard on the out
side soft on the inside
stands for me it's weeping
down on the land and
back up into the sky
lays high with many
layers
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