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.
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