A Poem a Day, As You Like It

Posted March 29, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

April is almost here. This year there are more ways than ever to get your daily poem.  Pick your favorite. Celebrate National Poetry Month your way.

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Sign Up for A Poem a Day in April!

Posted March 15, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Writers in the Schools (WITS) celebrates National Poetry Month locally through bookmarks, public readings, and our email campaign, A Poem  A  Day.

Through this project, WITS will email a child’s poem each weekday during the month of April. If you subscribe to our blog, A Poem A  Day,  you know how inspirational it is to open your email or RSS feed each morning and be surprised by the words of children as young as 5 years.

All poems featured in A Poem A Day are written by students in grades K-12 who have participated in the WITS program. If you have a friend who appreciates the written word as much as you do, suggest they subscribe or sign up for a poem in April by clicking this link.

Be on the lookout in the coming days for ways you can share poetry with children all month long.  Here are the words of WITS student Quondaijah, a fifth grader, in honor of National Poetry Month:

We understand the sky

and see, laugh,

and love poetry.

The World Is With Me

Posted October 12, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

When I am lost, I turn to the stars

When I am lonely, I climb trees

When I am angry, the storm screams in my ear

When I don’t have any answers, I walk in the woods

When I feel strong, I run in the wind

When I am happy, the sun burns bright

No matter what, the world is with me

By Sid, age 11

How To Stay Young Forever

Posted August 29, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Ingredients:

2 cups green goop

1 tablespoon squishy mud

1 teaspoon gravel

1 cup of water from a tree

1/2 cup of a man’s red beard

1 squiggle from the sun

1 1/2 cup paper

Instructions:

1.  Go to the beach.  Collect lots of seaweed. Squeeze into a container until you have 2 cups.  (If it’s too much, drink some.)

2. Go to the woods and find dirt.  (If you get too much, feed it to a caterpillar and watch it blow up!)

3.  Find a tree and squeeze the bark to get a cup of water. Put it into the dirt. Mix to make 1 tablespoon of mud.

4.  Go to a graveyard. Brush the gravestones and measure a teaspoon of gravel.

5.  Go to your dad and tell him to grow a beard. If it’s not red, dye it!

6. Get on a flying pony and head for the moon. Take a bite of the moon. Mix it with spit and put it in a water bottle.

7.  Go home and tear up paper to get 1 1/2 cups.  Mix well with the mud and gravel mixtures. Stir in the man’s red beard.

8.  Add the moon and everything else.  Stir thoroughly.

9.  Microwave for 300 years.

10. Mix well and eat.  You’ll stay young forever.

by Lauren, 3rd grade

The Hurricane

Posted August 18, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

On August 18, 1983, Hurricane Alicia hit the Texas coast. It killed 22 people and caused a billion dollars in damage.

Many children have lived through natural disasters and witnessed difficult things. Creating a safe space for them to talk and write about their experiences is a form of healing.

Today, as we remember the destruction caused by Hurricane Alicia and other hurricanes, here is a poem by a high school student about what it feels like to live through one.  Her first-hand testimony captures the intensity of the storm, her fear, and her new-found understanding that home is not always safe.

We shouldn’t have stayed

Slashing winds, my parents arguing, and the electricity cut off

No way to take a bath to calm down because of this storm

My mom says I could get shocked

My dad says quit complaining

We shouldn’t have stayed

The rain looks like a wall of water

The winds are howling like monsters of my childhood

And I feel scared because I might be blown away

We shouldn’t have stayed

It’s black and dark and LOUD outside

I can’t sleep because I’m worried about the pets

that people might have left outside

I want to go home but I am home

We shouldn’t have stayed

by Lauren, 11th grade

Zeus

Posted April 29, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

You are the leafless trees
That refuse to shade me
You are the dark, looming sky
That strikes fear into the hearts of many

However, you are not the snow-capped mountains
With immense beauty
The clouds that run over them
They are not you

You are a goddess
Serving Zeus
But I am Zeus
Ruling the world

I am the glaring eyes of the deer you made into a trophy
And, I am the tall, powerful mountain
That overlooks your tiny home

Don’t worry though
You can still be the insignificant trees
Of which I have thousands
The sky, which I pierce with my lightning
Whose heart this poem touches

by  Julian, 10th grade
[photo by Jason Arends via flickr]

This poem (originally published 6/10/10)  is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

Ode to Poetry

Posted April 28, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

O poem, you bring light

to my dark world.

O poem, you open my mind

to different things.

O poem, your words of wisdom

are like a saint.

O poem, you bring the gift of laughter

to my family and me.

O poem, each time I read you

you give me a chance in the spotlight.

O poem, when I read you,

it’s like I read God’s

spiritual mind.

O poem, you are like a chipmunk

wandering in the wild.

by Jose, 4th grade

This poem  is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

Querida hermanita (Dear Little Sister)

Posted April 27, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Querida hermanita,
tu cabello es tan brillante
como las estrellas.
Tus manos son tan suaves
como las plumas de los pájaros.
Tus ojos son tan claros
como el agua del mar,
y tus labios son tan rojos
como las rosas.
Tus orejas tienen aretes
que parecen como joyas amarillas,
muy brillantes.
Tu sonrisa es tan blanca
como una perla,
y tu ropa parece como un arcoíris.
Tú eres tan valiente
como el fuego,
y corres tan rápido
como el chita.
Tú eres tan buena
que yo te daría todo mi amor,
como tú me lo diste a mí,
y te daría todas las perlas
que encuentre en el fondo del mar.
~
Dear little sister,
Your hair is very shiny
like the stars.
Your hands are so soft
like the feathers of the birds.
Your eyes are so clear
like the water in the sea,
and your lips are so red
like the roses.
Your ears have earrings that look like
yellow jewels,
very shiny.
Your smile is so white
like a pearl,
and your clothes look like a rainbow.
You are so brave
like the fire,
and you run so fast
like the cheetah.
You are so nice that
I would give you all my love,
like the way you gave it to me,
and I would give you all the pearls
that I could find in the bottom of the sea.

by Camila, 2nd grade
[photo by Just Megan via flickr]

This poem (originally posted on 8/10/2010) is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

Where It’s Quiet

Posted April 26, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I come from
the dog that barks
in my neighbor’s backyard.
I come from
the noise of the hurricane
in 2008 when
many things were
crushed.
I come from
the clouds
in the middle of the sky.
I come from
a tree in the middle
of the world
where it’s quiet.

by Jonathan, 2nd grade

Photo by angus clyne via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

Let Sunrise Come

Posted April 25, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Let the night’s darkness
turn into the light of the sunrise.
Let it shine through
the windows of houses, buildings,
and barns.
Let the farmers start milking,
let the clouds float in.
Let sunrise come.
Let the children flood
into school.
Let the babies make messes
with their breakfast.
Let sunrise come.
To the lazy cats,
to the active puppies,
to the croaking frogs,
let sunrise come.
Let the roosters call
cock-a-doodle-doo as everyone
wakes up to their alarms.
Let it come
and let it be bright,
let sunrise come.

by Claire, 3rd grade

Photo by Jason A. Samfield via Flickr.

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

Nature Metaphors

Posted April 22, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I am the koala that climbs. 
You are the wind that flows through the trees. 
I certainly am flowers in the meadow. 
There is not a doubt that you are the wolf that runs, 
but I am the sound of birds that sing in the morning, 
and you are the soft stream that flows. 
I am the lemur that swings, 
and you are the eagle that soars. 
I definitely am the breaking dawn, 
and you are the colors of the rainbow. 
I am the silence of night, 
and you are the monkey that howls. 
I am the shepherd’s sheep. 
You are the swaying branches. 
I am the bright blue sky. 
You are the white, clean dove. 
I am the icy mountain. 
You are the fruit that ripens. 
I am the Arctic Circle. 
You are the calmed ocean. 
I am the soft, sweet sand. 
You are the sound of joy. 
I am the lion that sleeps. 
You are the shark that moves forward. 
I am the shining fish. 
You are the nature of the world. 

by Antonio, 3rd grade

Photo by semuthutan via Flickr

Happy Earth Day! This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

The Mystery City

Posted April 21, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I hear the sounds of gangs fighting like red fire,
lobster and shrimp being cooked on orange, warm grills.
People being served at tables with happiness,
the loud sound of barking dogs that turn black,
sounds of footsteps walking through the night with sadness,
loneliness roams in the air,
gleaming light from the moon that the blind can see though the streets of Alabama.
The wind blows to make people fear the eye.
As the storm comes, people close their windows and doors to get away in fear.
As the winds pass, the city calms
so the midnight moon can pass once again.

by Valerie, 3rd grade

Photo by David Purdue via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

Living at the Arboretum

Posted April 20, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

This morning I found
blueberries outside my window.
The branches of my house
smell like yummy nuts.
My friends are leopards
and run like air.
They dream about being kings.

by Heriberto, 3rd grade

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.

The Rainbow at the Beach

Posted April 19, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I see with my artist’s eyes a rainbow in the sky.
It has lots of color:
Blue, purple, pink, orange, red, white, and green.
I am at the beach. At first, the water is cold.
Then the water turns hot.
My mom gets into the water.
It’s cold for her, and then it’s hot.
Then, as we swim,
the rainbow goes away.

by Melanie, 2nd grade

Photo by tomt6788 via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo  to learn more.

I Dream of Basketball

Posted April 15, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I dream of the beat of a basketball
The excitement behind a dunk
The pause after the last shot
The adrenaline rush after a three-pointer
I dream of being on fire when it’s cold
And winning the finals
And being an all star
I dream of basketball

by Jacob, 4th grade

 

 

 

 

 This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo  to learn more.

Ode to Drizzling

Posted April 14, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Drizzle, you are
a salty block of ice,
a soapy bubble on the window.
I hear you
shattering like a glass vase.
I see you,
a hollow hallway.
You are a
soft, fresh breeze of leaves
falling on the hard, dull concrete.
People insult you,
saying you come to make kids
miserable because they can’t play.
If you never happened,
our plants would die
of thirst.
And if
it isn’t good for children to play in,
then I shall say to myself,
I love when it drizzles.
It feels so fresh.

by Fadila, 5th grade

Photo by johngarghan via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Dear Alejandra (To my Niece)

Posted April 13, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Dear Alejandra, careful,
there will be bullies at school
but the cool friends will
help you in tough situations.
It’s easy to learn the alphabet
and your numbers –
you’ll get help from me!
Teachers should be your best friends.
You will have dreams about being the ruler of animals.
When you come home, you’d better begin homework!
Get good sleep and eat healthy.
Wait! Who am I kidding?
Act like you’re asleep,
and sneak into the living room and watch T.V.
But still, get some sleep.
Have a high imagination
but not in class,
only if you want to get in trouble.
And on your birthday,
expect cool clothes from friends.
Expect embarrassing things, too,
like socks and underwear.
Just forget about the mean people.
Prove to them you are way cooler
and awesome!

by Morgan, 3rd grade

Photo by sammysight2003 via Flickr

This poem (originally published 9/23/2010) is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

El Mar Inclinando en los Ojos de Mi Mamá (The Ocean Leaning into My Mother’s Eyes)

Posted April 12, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

El mar inclinando en los ojos de mi mamá
Los ojos de mi mamá son azul como el agua.
Las olas son como la felicidad de ella.
La corriente es como su enojo.
Las rocas son la soledad.

(Translation)

My mother’s eyes are blue like the water.
The waves are her joy.
The current is her anger.
And the rocks are her solitude.

by Liliana, 2nd grade
Photo by BN catchesthelight via Flickr

 

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Yellow Planet

Posted April 11, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I see the golden sun
Rising upon me
Like a star in the black
Shadows of night,
Shining on the palace of
Gold and happiness.
I see you, sun.
I see a beautiful woman
With her gold hair shining,
Yellow skin and golden eyes
Of my yellow world.
Golden fruits of yellow.
I see and love you, yellow.
Come shine your golden wings.

by Chinenye, 3rd grade

Photo by ElvertBarnes via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.