Collaborative Poems

For our last class before the holiday and new year break, I wanted to try something that would (hopefully) be fun. We read several two-line poems from Joshua Beckman & Matthew Rohrer's collaborative book, Nice Hat. Thanks, and talked a bit about the process the two poets used when writing poems together. Students then counted off, and were put in groups based on their number. Each wrote three starting lines for as many separate poems, passing them on to others in their group, who added their own lines, creating a series of short group poems. Students were encouraged to think fast, and make "sense" only if they wanted to, or could.

Here are two poems apiece from each group in every class.

Ms. Jones, 3rd grade

Samir A., Jericho C., Devlin H., Sophie L., Aya S., Mark W., Angela Y.

He got a hat

he is wearing the hat

he is warm.

He likes it.

A woman killed a dog.

It was horrible.

I like popcorn.

So I yelled at her.

Michelle A., Allison C., Nicole C., Jacob E., Naomi G., Aleena I.

Pink, blue, how about you?

I don't know.

I have a blue shoe so blue!

Me too.

Tomorrow I will

go to a concert

and have fun.

It was loud.

Griffin B., Krista C., Isabella K., Divya P., Jerry T., Eric W.

The gray slug

is so slow

the pie is

sour

and candy is good.

I am a

joyful person 

and I am a dog

with fins

and with a head of steel.

Anton B., Racquel K., Andrena M., Asala M., Daniel S., Zohaib S.

I like to play

in the park

and go on the slide

I like the swings and the

monkey bars.

My favorite

food is pizza

it is hot

and crusty.

Maya G., Jennifer H., Abel K., David L., Andrew M., Sergio N.

Books make you smart

like Albert Einstein,

and Benjamin Franklin.

I like them both.

I'm in the car

I crashed.

Me too.

I hate crashing.

Ms. Goode, 5th grade

Jessica D., Sang H., Chanel M., Seyi O., Aimee P., Marti R., Cristina T.

This is

extraordinary.

Like my uncle's mole

that is so pretty

that it's weird

sorta cat dog

ugly!

I killed the devil

and kissed a pig

and ate a cow

and burned the cookies

and now I am owner of Heaven 2 a.k.a. Hell.

I love eating crispy buttons.

I am Zeus!

Nick C., Rezwan C., Andres G., Keyla J., Yusra M.

Yesterday I fell in the air.

A basket made of wire.

I hate so much

people

eating burgers

with monkey

lint!

In the basement

an elephant was there

eating my clothes

clothes taste good mmmmmmmmm

die

bird

Edina H., Chris K., Sharon M., Brenda Q., Sammy R., Jeremy S., Ninos Y.

My mom can cook

lots of paper.

Three seconds too much

why is time so slow?

I don't like this.

We made ice cream out of glue.

Let's have candy.

I ha ha

put a smile on your face

uhh!

People were

dancing in the woods

bubblegum in a dish.

I hate animals.

Georel A., Dragos B., Kush G., Yixuan J., Luis L., Stephanie Z.

I broke my

spine in the

woods of doom

the woods was

a freaking problemo. Don't say that! No, you shut up! Foo!

What the, never mind.

Or am I stupid?

I'm going outside.

You are?

Chocolate.

I don't care!!! Whatever.

Loooopy, I am.

Ahhh I am melting.

No no no it's hot.

Mary B., Vivian C., Liam D., Teksong E., Brandy K., Haris S.

That's cool

crazy.

I am

strange, are you?

The kitten got scared and said moo.

Eat all your vegetables

Homer.

Never

get sleepy

or else I'll

put waffles in your

pocket.

Homework

why homework?

Alex B., Long L., Rawabi S., Ruben V., Saleh Y.

Yesterday I saw

Liam for spelling bee.

And he ran away.

Some woman was running.

I think she saw him

running on the moon

and bumped her head.

Today I saw

a pink dog

was weird like a poodle.

And was so small.

There was a midget in the girls bathroom.

It was dumb

like Dumbo.

Mr. Sandlass, 4th grade

Matthew A., Elena D., Sherino M., David M., Toni S., Calvin T.

The art is

amazing

like forget-me-not blue

pants

are

nothing

Madison B., Muneeb Q., Yara S., Sam S., Vivian T., Darius V.

I like video games.

I will go to the land of party for the food.

I will eat triangle pretzels.

Day is light, night is dark.

Water is cool, the sun is hot.

Ice is cold and fire burns your skin.

Trizia B., Sargon D., Danyel H., George L., Diana P., Jason Z.

Spongebob.

That's a good show.

I know he's so smart.

People sing.

Christmas spirit.

People dreaming.

People eating.

People screaming.

People looking up.

Waleed A., Anastasia K., Cindy L., Kaelin M., Eric N.

It's Christmas eve.

It's Christmas morning.

I don't know how to build a snowman.

I built a snowman.

I was in a car.

I will fix the car.

Stephen D., Kayla H., Isis M., Joseph M., Milad Q., Mohammed S.

Eat your ice cream melted

at the ice cream shop

before it blows up.

I love vanilla.

Mr. Dean's hair is crazy today.

It looks like a porcupine.

His hair rocks.

Tristan C., Klea K., Jorge L., Khang N., Minh N.

Dancing shoes.

Two dancing square shoes

with laces.

Basketball players.

The image was pleasant

the first time I saw it

wrestlers dancing

wrestlers dying

Body Part Poems

In her poem, "Anatomy Lesson #2: The Palpation of Bony Landmarks," Katrina Vandenberg urges readers to see beyond the surface of things, beyond the cold and confusing language of science, using "the art of finding" to explore deeper issues of love, compassion and understanding. The poem's anatomical jargon was discussed, and students were asked to consider an under-appreciated body part in poems of their own.

Ms. Jones, 3^rd grade

My Pinky

Michelle A.

I can't see it

but I can feel

it. For me it looks

nice and soft but it

is hard and I don't

care. It is pretty

and pink. It is small

and cute. Pinky, you

help me live. Also

you help me have

five fingers. Thank

you Pinky.

My Heart

Isabella K.

My heart is pounding fast because

I have so much excitement. My heart

is beating fast because I'm home. My

heart is pounding fast because I'm happy.

My heart is happy as me. I think I am going

to die.

The Skull

Sophie L.

Boom! I fall down the

stairs. There is a big bump

on my head. Inside my head

there is a malfunction

in my skull. Now my head

is cold and painful, the

malfunction is going crazy.

I cannot control myself,

someone stop me from run-

ning into that Boom!

wall.

Heart of Love

Andrena M.

Your heart is full of love

and relaxation and not sadness.

To be mad you have to fight it.

You're on the beach in Hawaii looking at

the sunset, and lay on the nice and soft

sand on a towel. Hear the waves

of the water.

Untitled (Body Part Poem)

Daniel S.

Beneath my shirt and other clothes

There is my heart,

Beating,

Beating,

Beating,

Beating,

all day long.

Faster

faster

slower

slower.

It never stops.

When it stops,

say goodbye.

Why? What happens,

you die!

Ms. Goode, 5^th grade

Untitled (Body Part Poem)

Alex B.

Dear colon, you look

like a piece of pasta. You

are so wiggly and small.

You are our trash man from

a different world. You are

a colon from a different

world.

The Rib Cage

Kush G.

The rib cage is

most important of all. It protects

anything that is in.

In there is my stomach,

other things and your good loving

heart.

The rib cage is

great and it protects too.

The greatest part in your

body that we love so.

Teeth

Yusra M.

You may not care about them

but if you didn't have the

white little things in your

mouth you can't chew, you

can't be able to talk sometimes.

I wish teeth were perfect.

I hate the dentist, it is just

a waste of time even if you

really need it. Teeth are just

as important a body

part than the other teeth

are as fragile as a six billion

dollar glass on the edge of the

Sears Tower. They're unusual but sort

of nice to have.

The Backbone (Back)

Sammy R.

It's big, hard, rough.

It moves back and forth.

It can ache.

If you don't have one

you will be shorter than ever.

I lay on my back to

wash my hair in the

bath tub.

Mr. Sandlass, 4^th grade

The Backbone

Waleed A.

How come I can't have

a good life without a

backbone? It looks like a crocodile

sticking out of your skin.

How can you stand up

without a backbone? Is the

backbone white or blue? I like

it when you have a backbone

because I can't even fall or

stand up or move or drive

a car. That's why I like backbone.

Our Hands

Stephen D.

Our hands can do a lot,

They can even tie a knot.

They are very strong,

They help us swim through a bog.

With our hands we can swing a bat,

We can also pick up a rat.

Our hands are very, very white,

Yes, these hands belong to Reginald

Dwight.

How the Heart Feels

Klea K.

The heart feels.

The heart is all emotions.

The heart makes you feel.

The heart feels.

The heart takes over all body parts.

When you kiss you kiss with the heart.

The heart keeps all emotions.

The heart feels.

The heart is the shape of love.

If you love, you love with the heart.

The heart keeps all emotions.

The heart feels.

The heart is your life.

Your heart is the kindest body part.

Because it is the most important body part.

Which means it saves your life.

That's how the heart feels.

Eye

Cindy L.

The eye is unknown

once you go past it.

Something makes colors.

Something makes light.

Too much light makes pupil

close. Too much dark makes

it open. It opens wide and

freely. Amazed we are one

and all of the eye.

The Hand

Isis M.

For the people each has different

color skin. On each hand there

are like a V shape. Each line on your

finger is about 1 cm. You use your

hand for holding pen and paper

that you give to Mr. Dean or Mr. Sandlass.

Mouth

Yura S.

I like my mouth. Without a mouth I would

not talk. You would not be able to talk to your

teacher. So you won't have any homework, hip, hip,

hooray!

Thumb

Jason Z.

The thumb bone's the smallest finger

on your hand. I like my thumb so much.

It helps me a lot. I could never pick up anything

without it. It helps me grab stuff. My

favorite thing about my thumb is video

games, sports, and writing stuff. My thumb

bone is my most helpful bone. (Besides the

heart.) (And brain.) (And lungs.) (And intestines.)

(And I don't want to name all the other things.)

Odes

One consistently popular poetic form among students is the ode. They are drawn to its exalted style, used to celebrate everyday things otherwise taken for granted. We read Pablo Neruda's "Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market" and discussed how he describes the tuna, as well as how he feels about it. Students were then given the choice of writing either an ode to something they love, or an anti-ode to something they hate. There were so many excellent responses, it was difficult to choose, but here is a representative selection.

Ms. Jones, 3^rd grade

Ode to Chocolate

Allison C.

Among the table

sat a bar

of chocolate

melting in

the hot sun

my eyes glazed

down at the

chocolate as if

my eyes were

glued to the chocolate

bar

Ode to Books

Jennifer H.

Books are cool

and good to read.

They are good

to take out

when you're bored.

Some books are

big, some books

are small.

My head

is full of

books to read.

They make you

smart.

Anti-Ode to Tests

Aleena I.

Oh test how you

bother me with your

hard questions. You

make me cry when

my grades go low.

You knock me off

the honor roll!

Anti-Ode to Homework

Zohaib S.

Homework! Homework! Noooo...

Homework! I don't like

homework. The homework comes

from teacher mind!

My mind gots wild. 2+52, 3+1, 300.

Wwwooo. My mind hurts.

Ode to My Dog

Jerry T.

Among all the pets

I picked you.

For when I came

to your cage

you looked at me

with your beady

black eyes.

You tilted your

head, and

licked my hand.

As I looked

at the other

dogs, you

stood on your

hind legs, and

looked at me.

From that point

on I couldn't

resist you and

that's when I

knew, that I

needed you.

Ode to Candy

Eric W.

I like candy it

is sweet, it has

sugar, it smells good,

every kid likes candy,

it is great, it

gets you very hyper,

no one hates it,

no one can resist

it, it's the most

wonderful thing in

the world, it gives

you cavities, you have

to go to the dentist,

it tastes different

flavors.

Ms. Goode, 5^th grade

Ode to Guitar Hero

Georel A.

Those about to rock,

we salute you,

press those tiny frets,

green, yellow, red,

blue, orange,

keep strumming,

hold the fret,

whammy, use the whammy.

If you have all

games,

more than 100 songs

of rock, metal, and jazz.

Rock with your friend,

let him/her cooperate,

be filled with spirit,

you're going to fail,

activate it,

tilt your guitar up,

STAR POWER!

Ode to Ms. Goode

Dragos B.

Ms. Goode is a

great teacher

she is realistic.

When she means

it she means it.

She is nice but

when you get on

her nerves she

does not kid around.

Some people think

she is mean but many

think she is very, very

nice.

She has very many

nice, nice ideas!!

Ode to Summer

Sang H.

All summer

so much heat

green seas

all around

blue skies

high above

the summer cruise

is sailing

So relaxed

in a good

mood

the king of

seasons

the hot

sand at

the beach

the cool

water in

the lake

Summer is the

greatest

Ode to Nice Teachers

Keyla J.

Nice teachers

are funny. They

are fun too. Ms. Goode

is a nice teacher. Ms. Thomas

is funny and fun. I'll never

have a not funny teacher.

Ode to the Books in the World

Aimee P.

Pages rustling,

beckoning.

Casting a spell,

you are trapped.

Struggling to get out,

you lose the battle.

Dragons and knights fight,

a girl,

losing her parents to...

Death.

The pages whisper and...

you listen.

Horror, death, love.

All in the books.

Stop...

and listen.

The books are whispering,

beckoning.

Ode to My Small Necklace

Cristina T.

The beautiful necklace

I have never worn.

It just sits in

the last solitary box.

I don't

know why I have

never worn it.

The solitary box

has its key.

I just

want to find the

key, and stick it

in. then I'll see

the blue sapphire

and stare at it.

That sparkly

dazzling beautiful

necklace, that

I would wear.

But I really

don't care!

Mr. Sandlass, 4^th grade

Anti-Ode to Spinach

George L.

Spinach not cool

Spinach smells like my

dad's gym socks

My mom makes me

eat it

It's all leaf

It's very green

It's disgusting

Ode to My Family

Kaelin M.

My family I love

because they

will not

hurt me and I

can trust them with

my secrets. When

I am sad they

warm my heart,

they also make

me feel good.

Instead of making

me feel bad they

will encourage

me.

Ode to My Sammy Sosa Bobblehead

Sam S.

Sammy Sosa bobblehead,

just sitting by yourself,

bored,

having headaches,

always feeling blue,

and never getting attention.

But when I go

to bed,

you are probably

always very happy.

Sammy Sosa,

you are my

favorite baseball player.

Conversation Poems

Denis Johnson's poem, "Traveling" features two characters talking in a barbershop about a third person who is not there; a fourth character sits quietly and listens to their conversation. Inspired by the poem, students were asked to write their own "talking" poems.

Ms. Goode, 5^th grade

The Haircut

Vivian C.

Sitting alone, no one to

talk to. Eating my sandwich.

While eating hearing a suspicious

conversation about “the haircut.”

Elizabeth complaining about her

haircut to Anabell. “I hate my

haircut.”

“It looks fine,” said Anabell.

Sigh. “My hair

is sooo short I can't

even tie it. I hate that

barber, she cut five inches

off my hair. It used

to be twelve inches, and

now. What should I

do?” said Elizabeth.

“You should leave it

alone and ignore what

people say about it, OK?”

“Well, OK, I should

ignore them. Well

thanks.”

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Camila M.

Hi! I say to my friend

Jackie. Hi! How are you?

says Jackie. I'm good, you?

Fine. So what place

did you get? I ask

her. 2^nd is what she

says. I'm in a dim

lighted room with a

bunch of gymnastics

equipment. OMG! Are

you serious? I am

so amazed, that is

no fair, I won 6^th!

Eeerrgg! Didn't you

roll off the mat?

Yes, but Matt slipped

and still got 1^st place.

Oh well! And we walk

away laughing.

The Conversation

Aimee P.

I plop down on the bench with my tray,

filled with smelly, hard, mushy, lumpy who-knows-whats.

Surrounded by slurping, chomping, chewing, crunching,

I lift my spork.

I move my who-knows-whats around and finally,

I chew and I listen.

“Guess what?” says someone.

“OMG!! Guess what I heard?” says another.

“What?!” says a third.

Filled with curiosity,

I listen harder and harder.

“Did you hear about *whisper* and *whisper*?”

“Really? *giggle* Wow!!” says an excited voice.

RING!!!!!

I will never know who whisper and whisper

are.

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Haris S.

I was sitting by the captain's chair that day, bored,

I saw same old outer space through the windows when I heard the captain scream.

He ran from the bridge and grabbed the radio. “Houston, we have a horrible problem!”

“What is it, Johnny?” came a man's voice.

“We ran out of Chinese food!” the captain cried.

“Nooo! The horror! I know how you feel, buddy, we'll send up a Chinese food tank.”

“What a bunch of weenies,” I muttered.

In four minutes the tank crashed into our ship and captain stopped sucking his thumb.

“The Chinese food is here!” The captain ran to it like a long lost son.

Then I heard a grinding sound, oh boy.

“Captain, come on,” I shouted. “No way, I'm not done with the eggrolls.”

“What's more important, your life or your eggrolls?” “Why, eggrolls!”

“Oh, for cryin' out loud!” I grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to the

shuttle. “Nooo, they have no tacos in there!” he shouted.

“Oh, shut up,” I said.

And I grabbed an eggroll.

Mr. Sandlass, 4^th grade

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Kayla H.

Frog: Hello Toad!

Toad: Hi Frog!

Frog: Want to go to the swamp?

Toad: I would love to.

walk...walk...walk...

Frog: Yay we're here!

Toad: Let's go swimming!

splash...splash...splash

Frog: Let's get out of the water.

Toad: OK.

drip...drop...drip...drip

Frog: That was the best!

Toad: I know.

A Drinking Talk

Khang N.

“Let's have some refreshments,” said

a man on a sofa. “Yeah,” said the

other man. A big waiter came out

with tea and peas and with

two napkins shaped like T and P. “Wooo,” said

the man on the sofa, looking at the

napkins. “T and P.” “Yeah, delicious peas

and sweet peas,” said the other man.

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Minh N.

Where did you get your snake? said Stephen.

I got it at Petsmart, said Minh. Why didn't

you get me one? said Stephen. I thought you

said you were allergic, said Minh. And why can't

you rent one yourself? said Minh. Because I don't

know how to get one, said Stephen. Fine I'll get

you one. Sigh, said Minh.

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Diana P.

Nancy was standing at a restaurant

at Yum Yum. She was having an order.

Someone came behind her. It was

a woman. The woman said, “Excuse me?” Nancy

did not move. She told her, “I'm making

an order. Do you understand?”

The woman said, “I'm sorry, I have to eat.”

The sky was gray and starting to

rain. “Hey sit with me, let's talk,” said

the woman. Nancy sat with

her and became friends until

the rain stopped.

Ms. Jones, 3^rd grade

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Samir A.

“Hey, where did you get that

engine?” said the car. “I got it from the

repair shop,” said the truck. “Hey, I need

to get one like yours because mine

is really junky,” said the car. “I'll

tell you where and you can drive

there,” said the truck. And the

car did.

Untitled (Conversation Poem)

Racquel K.

hey, pencil hey, pen where

you goin to candy land oh can

I come ahhh sure if you want I just

said I want to come! Oh you did.

Yeah I did OK come. On everything

there is candy pen said so I

can eat all of it said pen not

all of it said pencil ohhh that's

good you're fatter than before oh we

have to leave OK bye, bye wait

pen said. But pencil didn't listen

why do you leave meeee!

Pencil vs. Pen

David L.

One day a pencil and a pen were

walking down a block.

They never knew how to talk.

So one day they found themselves

on a bay. So first the pen

started to say

“Pens do not need to be sharpened”

so the pencil said, “Well I can be

erased.” So the pen and pencil fought

for the whole century.

Jam and Peanut Butter

Andrew M.

“Hey, Jam is better than Peanut

Butter,” said Jam. “No it isn't.

Peanut Butter is better than Jam,”

said Peanut Butter.

“No it isn't.”

“Yes it is.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Hey, I want a Peanut Butter and

Jam sandwich,” said a boy.

“He likes both of us,” said Jam and

Peanut Butter.

Jungle

Divya P.

The rain was getting heavier.

The lion was getting hungrier and hungrier.

Lion said, “I'm hungrier than ever.” Then

on the other side of the jungle the

zebra was so fat. He said, “I'm going

to go for a jog.” At the middle of

the jungle there was a party.

The lion and the zebra met.

The lion said, “I am going to eat

you up.” The zebra said, “No way.”

And the zebra was never seen

again.

Conversation

Angela Y.

“Can you come over to my house today?”

Allison asked me. “Sure,” I answered. “Let's go!”

“What should we do first?” Allison asked.

“Homework, so then we will have more

time to play!” I answered again.

“Let's work now,” said Allison.

“We are done!” we said.

“LET'S PLAY!” we yelled.

Room Poems

This week, students read Weldon Kees' "Robinson." They were asked to describe things in and outside of Robinson's room, as well as how the poem made them feel. They were then asked to write their own room poems.

Ms. Goode, 5^th grade

The Staircase

Rhys B.

The staircase in the basement is unknown.

Only my cat knows. So dark, so lonely,

so secretive.

Everything he takes there is never

seen again. “Toys,” homework, dead bugs,

who knows what? All I know is

it's a secret? But then again

that's my cat to know

and me to find out.

The Room

Teksong E.

The room is dull,

The room is what used to be,

The room is nobody.

The closet is nothing,

The closet has no clothes,

The closet doesn't have anything.

The room is dark,

The room is a gray world,

The room used to have life.

My Room

Edina H.

Every time I walk into it the

yellow wall surrounds me.

The mess stings my eyes.

My sister enters into it when I

wasn't watching.

There is my desk with marker

scribbles on it, my computer is

turned on with her picture on it.

My TV is on Barney and my

bed is all messy.

My rocking chair has papers on it,

and my drawers are all open.

That's how my room looks when

my sister goes in it.

Class Room

Chanel M.

Books. Tests. All every day.

Sitting, writing all the same

day, writing on the board

day after day.

Getting paper cuts, getting

hurt by sitting on the

chair. Getting arm cramps

every single day.

The Room

Brenda Q.

The room is silent

when everyone leaves.

The batteries of the clock

die.

The television is broken.

The phone exploded.

The dog jumped out the

window.

The toys are gone.

The bed is hideous.

The painting is black and white.

The room is just broke.

The house should be on an extreme,

extreme makeover.

The Imaginary Room

Marti R.

By the hallway on

the wall, an imaginary door.

She opens it, green chairs,

a purple bed, a window

with rain and sun, a dresser

the color of the

world, with

blue spots on the walls,

and red stripes on the

floor, a crackling noise

to be heard, a tank

with fish, small, with orange

feathers, she walks out,

and still seen, looking

Room 119

Cristina T.

The fragile desks that lose their screws.

The blue chairs that squiggle and move. The board

erased and smudged, written with words you

can't even read. The computer with all the

information you need. The walls so blue and

yellow. Our teacher's desk, so brown and mellow.

The pencils on the floor, makes the

teachers expect more. The classroom rules

so hard to listen to. The classroom still

expects more from you.

My Imaginary Room

Saleh Y.

The room is so quiet

I'm not there where am I?

This is not my room.

This is not my room.

This place is dirty, my

place is clean. There are

socks everywhere, the

clothes everywhere, the

bed is messy and I wake

up. It is my room.

My Room

Stephanie Z.

The night so dark

see nothing at all.

It's all pitch black

there's nothing to

see it's all so

bad. You can't see

your sister, you

can't see the closet

it's all pitch black.

When you wake up in the morning

light it's all so bright you see

my sister sleeping

in her bed. You

can see all the

things it looks amazing.

Mr. Sandlass, 4^th grade

Room

Sargon D.

Max comes in his room. It has a

china with old plates and old glasses. It

has a chandelier with 1,000 lights.

His room is dark blue. It matches

his eyes. He has a family

picture. A nice carpet and a fur rug.

A cozy fireplace and an enormous

bed. It is a nice and 70-90 foot

room.

The Room

Elena D.

Everything is colorful, the

bed, walls, and pictures. It is

messy like it has been

destroyed but it was not it

was only lived in by three

kids.

Room

Danyel H.

Colorful pictures upon the walls.

Scary skeletons falling on the floor.

Brown desks that are not very strong.

Old books, the pages falling off.

Works all around.

The Class Room

Kayla H.

Full room quiet class.

12 girls 21 boys 33 students

all together. Lots of books so

little paper. Sink in the back,

board in the front. That's what is

in the class room.

Bedroom

Muneeb Q.

In the bedroom there's a closet

and there's a bed, the bed is soft.

Like an angle flying above the sky.

There's lots of clothes in the sky.

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Calvin T.

The room is silent with no one there

beds and chairs feel so unused

clocks still ring for no one but

themselves

Ms. Jones, 3^rd grade

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Michelle A.

My room has a bunk bed,

a lamp, two closets, a computer,

a radio, two beanbags, two shelves,

a TV, and my Barbie place.

I usually stay in my

room with my hamster but

my hamster is in the living

room. He is because it is too

hot in my room. I share my

room with my brother. I do

because our place to live

has only two rooms. I live

in a basement.

The Room

Griffin B.

I'm surrounded by them but they're

Not alive, they are stuffed, they

Can't hurt me, they are stuffed,

How can they? They are stuffed.

They are my teddy bears.

My Room

Aleena I.

My room is bright orange. There are

colorful clothes all around. My bed

is pushed to the side. It's a bunk bed.

My sister is in there too, she is throwing

a fit as usual. There are two shelves

pushed against another wall. One is

mine. I wish I could move.

Clothes Poems

For our first week of classes, no poem was brought in for students to read. Instead, we discussed the Hands on Stanzas program, and what students knew -- if anything -- about writing poetry. Students were then asked to write a poem about the clothes they were wearing that day.

Ms. Goode, 5^th grade

The Clothes I Wore for School

Rezwan C.

I wore a blue shirt and a striped shirt on

top of the blue shirt. I wore an army sweater on

top of the striped shirt.

I wore dark blue sweat pants for gym.

My sweat pants had pockets.

I wore a digital watch with

five buttons on it. The color was

black and silver.

I wore Nike shoes the

color was silver, gray, black, and yellow.

It had a check mark on it. (Like this √)

I wore white and gray socks.

That's the clothes I wore for

school.

Today Clothes

Jessica D.

Today is school, time to get

ready! First I put on my super

soft pink shirt. Next I put on

my gray sweat pants, they are

comfortable. Next on goes my

white socks with a pink stripe.

Last I put on my cream

colored shoes with the neon

orange laces. Finally I put a

blue clip in my hair, and also

my mom's sunglasses, she said

I look like a rock star!

Socks

Andres G.

Socks you are great

you are white

keep me warm every day

some times smells

some times dirty

but you recover

from dirt

sock oh sock

you are warm

you are great

My Clothes

Yixuan J.

White, blue, black

I hate the school dress code.

Expensive and colorful clothes get small

because I got no chance to wear it.

I have a white jacket on,

not really ugly,

black pants,

ugly color that I hate.

Scrunchy, well...

I don't really care about that,

it is blue,

which I like,

but wear too much.

Shoes,

new and brown,

with pink hearts,

Skechers,

a brand.

You know, I don't really care what I'm wearing.

My Clothes

Sharon M.

Red,

Blue,

Colorful clothes (not really).

White socks

So dull.

Blue shirt

My favorite.

Red sweater, red pants

With Baby Phat sign.

Colorful kitty bracelet

Marti is so jealous.

Eww! Dirty shoes

But they are my favorite.

Purple glasses

Wear 'em every day!

Dark red headband

Almost wore it the whole week.

Red and gray headband

For a scrunchy.

These are the clothes

I'm wearing today.

My Clothes

Ninos Y.

I hate my clothes that I am wearing

because it's fluffy, big, it has a zipper that

always bothers me, and it makes me look fat.

Plus my socks are short and they're tight so

they hurt my feet. The color of my clothes

is navy blue, I hate that color, the color

of my socks are white and they have

little flags.

Mr. Sandlass, 4^th grade

Scarlet Red Vest

Madison B.

It shines, sparkles, feels so soft.

The zippers make noise, buttons popped

off, very old but very cool.

In a couple of days it will

fall apart but now today it's

a work of art.

My Clothes

Klea K.

I am wearing my red shirt.

It is actually my pajamas.

My favorite color is red. Today

is a part of red ribbon week.

I am wearing my black

Skechers pants. You can zip

off some pieces and zip

them back on to make

shorts, capris or pants. I

am wearing my hair tie

to keep my hair up in

a pony tail. I am wearing

my black and white gym

shoes. My pants and shirt

are bigger than the normal

size, but my red shirt

is XL.

Hannah Montana Shirt

Ana K.

I am wearing a Hannah Montana

shirt.

I bought it at the mall.

It was $29.00.

I was shocked when I saw it.

I was thinking of wearing it at the

Hannah Montana concert.

It is a very nice shirt.

And it is comfortable.

My Clothes

Sam S.

My clothes are very colorful today.

I am wearing a shirt that says Drug Free.

There are also dark blue pants on me.

I got some new shoelaces

and I'm taking very long paces.

I am wearing a camouflage jacket

and I bought a new tennis racket.

I have awesome clothes today.

What's On Me

Vivian T.

I hate my shirt cause it doesn't

look good and even though it's uniform,

it doesn't go with anything I'm

wearing. To me it's scaring everything

in sight. The creepy thing is what

it looks like at night.

I am very pretty when I wear

them I act very greedy. When

I run, I run very speedy.

My jeans look very cool. Well at

least my pants rule. When they

get dirty I get very mad, then

I get sad.

Ms. Jones, 3^rd grade

Untitled (Clothes Poem)

Krista C.

I have earrings. The color is gold.

They hang. The shape is a graduation

diploma. I also have a necklace.

It is brand new. The colors are

black, orange and green. The shape

is a pumpkin.

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Nicole C.

I have a blue shirt and it is wrinkly. My pants

are black stretchy pants. My shoes are black too

and there is pink on the bottom and they're big

and clunky. The size of the shoe is a 4. My hair

is brown and my eyes are brown too. My mom

always says they're beautiful.

My Shoes

Maya G.

My shoes are dirty,

and have little holes,

and they're kind of pink,

and they're never tied.

But I still like my shoes.

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Naomi G.

Today I am wearing a blue shirt

it has short sleeves.

I'm wearing black pants I have

a jacket to go with, it is black.

My watch is pink, my shoes are white

and blue, it is also dark blue.

My socks are white and purple.

They are my favorite.

My Jacket

Sophie L.

My jacket is special

to me because I got it

shopping with my mom at

Target.

There is a little green

bag tie that I have had

on for one year.

I got it on vacation.