First paint wind,

the kind that creates the shimmering waves.

Add the glow of the sleeping sun.

Next, place your canvas

in the sand

in a tide pool

or where the clams build the shells.

Paint without thinking

or moving and wait

for the sun’s expression to turn

soft and light.

Then draw the shadowy ships

whispering their long-gone knowledge

to the fish in the sea,

the sand,

the men gathering crabs.

When the seagull caw-caws,

take a squid and scare it.

The ink will burst.

With this, sign your name

in the ocean,

hoping it won’t go down

to the sunken ship taking souls.

 

by Katie, 5th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Mackenzie, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Sailor’s Lament” by Jason Shaw, Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96

One

lonely

daisy

drinking

from

its

straws,

eating

fresh

sunlight

after

the storm.

 

by Paloma, 2nd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Audrey, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Rain Stops Play” by Ketsa. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96

Be brave.

You will find your way using long strides.

You will fill your cracks with gold.

Swallow darkness like lemonade

and savor its twisted flavor.

Scramble into the unknown.

You can’t help but smile.

Your heart will beat

its fractured tune and one

speck of dust will fall from

your tattered suitcase of regrets.

You are broken like the old

clock in the corner of the

home you used to love.

But that’s okay.

You will cartwheel down the sidewalk

leading away from the city.

And you will smile.

 

by Pearl, 6th grade

 

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Donald, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Broken (is everyone here)” by Ketsa. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96

Te quiero mucho porque eres un ángel.

Tus ojos son estrellas del espacio.

Tu pelo es una pluma ligera.

Tus labios son como una rosa.

Porque tu belleza ni en la noche se apaga.

Porque eres como dia,

y la noche se acaba…

 

(Translation)

 

I love you so much because you are an angel.

Your eyes are stars from space.

Your hair is a light feather.

Your lips are like a rose.

Because your beauty does not turn off, even at night.

Because you are like day,

and night ends…

 

by Joselyn, 2nd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Jackson, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Like Starlight Through a Veil” by Philip Weigl. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96

Dogs at seven learn to be calm.

Their gray floppy ears like to hear

food being dropped in a metal bowl.

 

Dogs at seven enjoy long calm walks

only so when they come back,

they can sink into your bed and nap,

smelling like warm glazed grass.

 

Dogs at seven like hearing

the cheers of babies when they sniff them

and the joyful sounds of tiny children

riding on their backs.

 

Dogs at seven love to see a brand-new juicy bone

that they can chew on for hours and hours.

Dogs at seven have deep and heavy barks

that they use to scare away cats and squirrels.

 

Dogs at seven like to feel the dark blue magenta air

flow by as the light in the sky goes dark.

 

by Camren, 6th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Katherine, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Memories of an Old Dog” by Fireproof Babies. ccMixter.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96

Just as trees are a symbol of the strength of nature, poet-trees are a symbol of the strength of a community. This #NationalPoetryMonth, we have been amazed at Houston’s response to the poet-trees at Buffalo Bayou Park. We’ve already collected have over 1,000 poems from people of all backgrounds, in multiple languages. DIY poet-trees are also popping up all over the city.

Isn’t that so Houston though? We love our public art.

The trees will be up for the entire month of April, so be sure to bring your family, your friends, your school, and/or your community organization out to Eleanor Tinsley Park to add your poem, wish, or thought to the tree. Visit www.witshouston.org to find out how you can make your own DIY poet-tree, and check out our poem-a-day, poetry events, free workshops for youth, and more.

Here are just a few of our Instagram “favorites.” Follow us on Instagram for more!

As I look at the twists
and turns in your palm,
I see something,

something more than lines,
like a virus worming its
way deeper,

deeper into your veins,
riding them to your
heart.

Another hill is like a
weakness, trying to hide
until it is strong,

hiding in those little
creases, just waiting for
the right time to show itself.

But you will love—I see
it deep in your heart,
waiting for your future.

by Katie, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Audrey, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “The Dance” by David Szesztay. Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

Original Post: October 28, 2016

[excerpt]

Where you can go to the rodeo and see farm animals
Where you see abstract and landscape art in museums and on the streets
Where you smell meaty, smoky brisket and tacos from food trucks
Where it sounds very busy from cars on the freeway
Where the people are from different cultures,
Where the rain falls and turns Houston into an ocean

by Karina, 9th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Addison, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Party at the Festival” by Handsed Studio, Jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

Meet Diane K. Salerni, author of The Eighth Day series, at the Cool Brains Reading on Sunday, April 23, 2017 at 3 p.m. She will be reading at Meyerland Performing and Visual Arts Middle School. A book signing will be available on a first-come, first served basis, with doors opening at 2:15 p.m.

Did you miss the last reading? Check out Inprint Archive of Readings, where on-demand video recordings are available of past Cool Brains! authors, including Kate DiCamillo, Tim Green, R. J. Palacio, Jon Scieszka, and more.

April is National Poetry Month, and U.S. Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera will make a special Houston visit on Wednesday, April 19th. Herrera is the son of migrant farmers. He has published 30 books in his illustrious career, and he was named the first Mexican-American U.S. Poet Laureate in 2015. The University of Houston – Downtown will host this performance and discussion in the Robertson Auditorium at 5:30 pm. The event is free, and the public is invited to attend.

 

 

I am from the Middle East where the Arabs roam.
I am from kebabs and hummus,
spaghetti and shrimp.
I am from Azhar and Abzar,
some good old friends.
My brothers are from them, too.

I am from a whole family tree
sprouted in the little country Iraq.

I am from a father who works
with a brush and canvas.
I am from a mother who studies how
to make change and say,

“Thank you for your service.”

I am from Anab and Zaid,
two good siblings.
I am from a family of oil-black hair.
All my ancestors at my age had this crow oil hair.

I am from Arabian eyes.
Call them brown,
call them black,
but they are truly Arabian,
one hundred percent.

by Yasmeen, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Donald, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Oriental Arabian Hip Hop” by Yeah Beats. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

Each one a gift

no doubt about it.

A wonderful, mythical

day without ice cream.

Today, cold and bright

a cool breeze in the sky

without a fall of rain.

Through the calm eye

of a window, charming

look in the glowing mirror,

you find yourself in trouble.

A friend helps you out.

You whisper about great days

without mentioning the bad ones.

 

by Mohammed, 5th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Katherine, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Another Day” by Ketsa, Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

Original post: June 5th, 2016

Yo soy una playa. Al llegar las personas, me siento acompañada.

Mis manos parecen la arena.

Salgo a sentarme sola, sin paz,

con el sol como el fuego que quema.

Oigo el “Ja, ja, ja” de las personas felices y con alegría

que me hace recordar los chistes de mi tío.

El mar de lágrimas refleja las tristezas de mi vida.

Hoy es un día radiante y estoy pensando en ir a soñar al paraíso.

Veo un océano semejante a una taza de sal,

las personas iguales a las rosas rojas,

dos cangrejos como si fueran monstruos intimidantes.

Un pájaro se mueve cantando dulcemente.

Me alegro y descubro que el mundo me hace sentir en el cielo

con flores coloridas y una vida gozosa.

Es bueno vivir llena de ternura.

 

(Translation)

 

I am a beach. When people come, I don’t feel lonely.

My hands look like sand.

I sit down alone, without peace,

with the sun like burning fire.

I hear the “ha, ha, ha” of joyful people, with a happiness

that makes me remember my uncle’s jokes.

The sea of tears reflects the sadnesses of my life.

Today is a radiant day, and I am thinking of going to dream in paradise.

I see an ocean similar to a cup of salt,

people equal to red roses,

two crabs as if they were intimidating monsters.

A bird moves, singing pleasantly.

I cheer up and discover that the world makes me feel as if in heaven,

with colorful flowers and a vibrant life.

It is good to live, filled with tenderness.

 

by Arleth, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Jackson, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Vague d’Oubli” by CyborgJeff, ccMixter.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

This #NationalPoetryMonth, poetry is growing in all kinds of unexpected places, including Houston H-E-B locations in Montrose, San Felipe, Buffalo Speedway, and Bunker Hill. 🌷

These poems, written by young WITS students, remind us to honor and celebrate the everyday gifts of our given world. The next time you’re shopping there during the month of April, go on a scavenger hunt with the family and see if you can find them all!

If you’re at H-E-B San Felipe, check out the “poet-tree,” where you can add your own verse to the tree. This is a DIY version of the poet-trees over at Eleanor Tinsley Park at Buffalo Bayou, created in partnership with artist Nicola Parente and The Buffalo Bayou Partnership. Big thanks to Meagan, Community Coordinator at San Felipe for the DIY poet-tree. It looks great!

Thank you for your in-kind support Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and Copy.com. And thank you to H-E-B for finding a home for these poems. We couldn’t this without you!! #houston #poetry #grocerypoems

The stone-cold look she gives you

Makes you want to run and hide.

You cower in her shadow,

Waiting for her to decide.

Her mind expands farther than the universe.

She practically glows with power.

Her rage fills you with fear

As you squirm and shift in place.

She looks you in the eye, deciphering true and false

While your tongue is seething with lies

Overflowing like a full cup of gray coffee.

 

by Isabella, 5th grade

 

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Adam, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Fragilistic” by Ketsa, Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

I am the metal wall that will always protect you from danger.

I am the night yard owl that looks after you in the night.

Your face is the fresh breeze that brings people happiness.

You will never fear ’cause I’m here for you.

If you fall, I will be your pillow.

If you’re hurt, I will be your Band-aid.

If you want to fly, I’ll be your wings.

If you want to run, I’ll be your road.

I love you so much that I will do anything as long as you’re safe.

I will always be by your side.

 

by Katherin, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Adam, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Acoustic Breeze” Bensound.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

To the Future Me:

I have important questions stored.

Did you ever give up on proving your worth?

Are you still that joke to people

Or the wise one that’s finally happy?

The curiosity is really killing me.

Will we ever find happiness?

Ever feel that feeling—

the unspeakable feeling

of love?

 

by Imani, 8th grade

 

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Fareena, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Future Life” by Ketsa, freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

 

Original post: May 10, 2016

 

I am the core of a red apple

I am the hawk with its eyes so bright

I am a sapling ready to grow

I am the darkest shadow

I am the scroll that will guide you

I am honey that flows on your pancakes

I am the drone whom you control

I am the sadness that brings you joy

I am the medicine that clears your throat

I am the love that flows through your heart

I am the person who will heal your sadness

I stand in your heart until the end

I will guide you on your journey to Mount Everest

 

by Vincent, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Mackenzie, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Journey Near Complete” by Ketsa. Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

When sadness comes to you

as an aqua mermaid

you must put her in your bathtub.

Give her homemade stew

but don’t add jalapeno—

she will mourn over spice.

Ah! Dessert for her, of course.

Lemon cake with rainbow sprinkles!

Oh, that would make her day!

Then give her your bed,

and sleep on the couch.

Oh, I almost forgot!

She likes eggs and bacon

for breakfast.

 

by Mirabelle, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Sea Change”  by Airtone. Jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

My mother tells me that I was born outside of the eye of a hurricane,
where the storm is strong and moves in radials;
a series of low-pressure systems and winds that carry bayous.

My ninth birthday was suspended in the space between cyclone and silence.
I watched my city build itself up again after Hurricane Ike and
I think we were both having growing pains.

I’ve learned that my purpose is flooding.
I want to form inundations of words and earn
the title of a Category Four. Drought reliever and filler of bayou banks.

Hurricanes bring heat energy from the tropics
the way I would like to bring light to the city that taught me
how to hold rainwater in the form of letters.
///

I only came into my skin
after I grew into this city and both happened like storm clouds;
rolling in and all at once.

Brown is my favorite color,
I can finally see the whirlpools that rest in my skin and in flood water.
And I’ve learned to love the greens hidden in browns hidden in labyrinths of color.

I find impressions of myself in silt.
There are maps of this city pressed into my hands
like footsteps on wet ground.
///

My favorite smell is rain falling on concrete
like cumin pouring onto my mom’s cooking that she learned from her mother.
I can be a drop of water falling in multiple places.

I am sewn to the city I’ve learned to call my own
like humidity on a body that can finally
hold its own storm.

By Fareena Arefeen, Houston Youth Poet Laureate, 11th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Fareena Arefeen, Houston Youth Poet Laureate. The background music is “Hurricanes” by Jose Manuel Gonzalez Nunez. Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.