Student Work


Poetry Corner - Scroll along to read some of my students' poetry! 

 

I Am Not Regina

           by M.R. 

Indian Warriors scalped heads,

All over town settlers are dead.

Orphans are made captured and afraid.

Getting separated by the sisters, bad dreams raid their beds.

 

This book is not good for children’s minds,

These horrible images won’t be left behind.

Intellectual pain spreads through our veins,

Blood and death stuck in our brains.

 

I read this book

I’m so young.

Reading the book out loud,

It’s poison for my tongue.

 

I Am Regina described the Indians and how they looked,

Stereotypes MAKE UP this whole book!

They’re all not smart, they all live in huts,

All the topless men do big mean struts.

 

I must go to bed now let’s hope I don’t wake up,

In a nightmare with Regina and her hurt little pup.




The Sea by E.F. 

The ocean pulls you in.

Like the sweetest song,

It crashes and swooshes and splashes,

You laugh with it.

The salty breeze flutters your eyelashes,

Musses your hair.

But you don't mind.

 

L'océan vous tire de dans.

Like the gentlest mother,

The waves wash away the loose sand

At your feet.

Presenting you with worthless treasures.

Shells, friendly crustaceans, seaweed,

an array of prizes she has left for you to uncover.

 

El océano tira de usted en.

Blue in the summer,

Green on cloudy days,

Gray as iron in the depths of winter.

Like the most expressive of faces,

She can never hide her emotions.

The sun glitters off her face,

When something is lost, her sadness

Is reflected by her actions.

 

And when her husband,

The North Wind

Feels her anger,

He sends thunder and lightning

To wreak havoc

On those who are guilty.

But innocents are given enough time

To escape and watch the storm

Through their windows.

L'oceà tira de vostè en.





One Painful Day

By J.H.

One hurtful day

 I was riding

The wind was whirling

Blowing through my hair

Like the wind from a hurricane

I did not see

                                                               Dark as midnight

A cow

I hit the cow THUNK

The ATV cried out

My front fender

Was broken

So was my finger

OW!

 

Musical Friend

By S. M.

 

Sitting in the summer breeze..

guitar in my lap.

 

Drenched in sorrows and pain...

Burden of my worries..

The rain will pour..

 

As if taking away...

Creating a heart’s desire..

While the sun rises of tomorrow glory..

It is an Illustration of the mind.

 

I play my guitar..

 

Holding my pick..

Not a care in the world.

Just me and my musical friend..

 

  

J.G.                                                                                                                     2/2/11                                                                                                                       

ELA 7                                                                                                                                      Poem                                                                                                                          

Basketball

As orange as an orange,

Black laces running around

I take the ball and set up for the shot,

It goes in

When I think of a basketball

I see my friends

When I am sad I am like a deflated basketball

 

So thrilling in late game situations,

When you take the shot

And it dances around the rim

Hoping it goes in

And it does

 

When it bounces I hear a boom

Maybe a splat

That’s just how it goes  

 

  

My Drums

By RK

My drums are cool

They shine so bright

Against the night

It relieves

The silent speaking torment

In my head

My anger lifts as I play

Like a man adrift seeing land

The blackness

Is like an abyss

Running and as I play

The beets take me far far away

Then I roam to the

Place I once had called home

They help me

Get relieved

The pain goes away

Like a kid who couldn’t stay

When away

I tremble with fear

The pain comes back

Like a wounded soldier getting being shot

My soul no longer roams my home it stays in my body

Where I can’t be freed

It doesn’t stay when my drum beats play

But when it comes back I’m no longer a person

I’m a trapped soul

That can’t escape

I ponder the thought of life

When t passes by

Life isn’t long

So I enjoy it

In the end it always comes right

There may be ups and downs

Never give up until it can’t be done 

Just like with drums

You can’t play a song until it’s all over

 

My Guitar

By: A.S.

My guitar is red

Yours can be blue

When I look at it

I dream

I’m playing

In Times Square

On New Year’s Eve

In front of

A big crowd

On a float

With my band

Backing me up

When I play

I’m lost in space

Now I wake up

I start to practice

Because I know

I’ll be a millionaire