Student Poetry

Jessica

My name is the wind
squeezing through the small holes
on a flute
one letter at a time
J, E, S, S, I, C, A,
one by one
in and out
more then once.
Or it can become a
fish
swimming,
swimming
through the ocean,
purple, blue, and red.
Or it can
squeeze and twist
into the sun
right when it is about to set,
so beautiful people come to
sit
there
forever, to watch my sunset name,
or swim my fish name,
or play my flute name.

     – Jessica Williams, Grade 4

Peet

Peet is a basketball player
making a basket on the basketball
court.
Peet is the basketball
being shot.
Peet is the backboard being high
Peet is the net on the rim
being swished,
swish,
swish,
swish.
Peet is the crowd
on the benches.
Peet is the buttery popcorn
at the concession stand.

     – Justin Dean, Grade 4

My Name Berens

Berens is a long name like a
dinosaur tail.
It is like the sweetness of
breathing.
It is like the breeze during the
winter.
It is the name of being born.
It is like the light in the daytime.
It is like the bears growl in the
fall.
My name is like a flower
blooming in the sweet spring.
It is like the apple on a tree.
My name is like the liquid in a
tea cup.
It is like the rose in the summertime.
It is like the smell of the earth.
My name is like the dolphin in
the ocean at dawn.
My name is who I am inside.
It is like the soul of great.
My name is like the wood on a
fire.

     – Berens, Grade 4

Ryan

My name is like
a fire blazing through
the forest.

My name is like
lightning shocking
a docking boat.

As the forest burns
and the boat sinks
my name wanders
the sea peacefully
gently and calm.

My name is like a
mouse being chased
by a cat brave
to grab the cheese
but a coward when
caught.

It looks like a
tiger sleeping the
day away.

     – Ryan, Grade 5

Grandpa

(Inspired by Need increasing itself by rounds by Kathleen Pierce)

The way I go to his house on holidays,
The way he helped me build a present for my dad,
The way his hair is always shiny and styled back,
The way the birds land on him and I get to go close to them,
The way he gives me dollar coins,
The way he takes his time to decide,
The way his cologne has a good smell,
The way he likes homemade food,
The way his voice sounds like sandpaper scratching,
The way his color is sparkly gold.

     – Eric Sipes, Grade 4

A Mirror Reflects Everything

When I look into the mirror
I see the faces of my sisters
and my grandmother. A reflection
in the mirror
isn¹t just your reflection
it¹s the inner you. When I look
into my eyes I see mysterious surprises of life.

My long hair, like the fast blowing wind,
telling of a storm coming, a hurricane.
In the reflection I see
a twin looking back at me.
When I want to be alone, letting no-one
come near, I talk to myself
in the mirror.

A mirror reflects your actions, emotions, listens
to your voice, looks at you
when you leave
it leaves.

     – Nhia Yang, Grade 6

Circle Poem

I am making a circle for myself and I am placing into that circle
my grandma who soars like and eagle in the sky
I see my mother, who has warmly comforted me throughout my life.

When I look into the circle i feel the violent keys of the piano, and I hear
the rush of music dancing through my head.

I look and I see someone that should be there but is not
my gentle grandpa who had to leave us.

I see my wishes: hopes for peace on earth
happiness in my heart
all the wonderful joy that build up in my soul.

I am excluding the feelings that hurt me,
frustration, anger,
not accomplishing something.

I feel my warm family and friends who have always been there
I see my hopes and dreams
what every human being has wished for in this awkward world
to be a peacemaker, many people
can be left out from that part of my circle.

To be a fighter against the evil, discrimination, prejudices, and injustice
that we all experience
it is simply a key that we haven't found
the key will be found when it is ready, and it will bring peace.
I am making a circle, and I am placing all of my hopes, dreams, wishes, feelings
and sights into it.

I can only hope that they come true.

     – Hanna Hondzo, Grade 6

I Am a Strong Girl Here on Earth

I am a bird soaring over the deep blue sea
I am the pale sweet moon in the night
I am a patient flower
I am the happiness in your body
I am a red tiger hunting for food
I am a stinky old glass of milk
I am a strong girl here on earth
I am myself and my soul.

     – Zoe Martens, Grade 3

I Am Water

I am the water from the storm
and the teardrop of the sun
in a sky filled with rain.

     – Merejildo Cardozo, 2nd Grade

My Dreams

My head is where my dreams are sleeping
just waiting for me to fall asleep
so they can do their work

     – Ellen Kinney, Grade 2

Hummingbird

The hummingbird is fast
for the wind might ignite
the flowers passion for fire.

     – Mark Anderson, Grade 5

My Grandmother

My grandmother is like a butterfly,
she lets me sleep with her at night,
and her wings are my blanket.

     – Yoetzy Perez Lopez, Grade 2

Sunshine, Sunshine, Bluesky, Bluesky

I lay in the grass up on a high, high hill just to relax
to look at the clouds and see the different forms go by
to spot all the animals and funny shapes.

Instead, I see black clouds of smoke from a war far, far away
to think how many leaders have sent people in the middle of their life
to go fight in a war and die. How many families will be
more then sad, almost mad with themselves.

My one wish is for all the citizens of the world
to think about war the way I do.

This is for all those incredibly hard times in life.

     – Brett Eric Larsen, Grade 5

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