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.