Fire

Posted October 15, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

I am fire in the wind.
One little spark
can ignite the entire world. The air
crisp and smokey,
the fire big and beautiful.
I am that wildfire,
spreading like gossip in teen girls’ hands.
My ways of life are dangerous; I lunge from tree to tree,
It takes 1,000,000 people to slow down my fiery
reign of terror.
The outcome of my worldwide scare is poor.
I leave people with almost nothing to live on.
But with pain
comes beauty,
and I watch as friends and family, mountains and trees
gather together
to build the world up again.
I am not all bad
for my flames create opportunities
to get stronger, more powerful.
I can transform the weakest squirrel into the strongest lion.
When my destruction ends, I am exhausted.
I tell myself that my wildfire is a warning.
My silent, screaming
message: stay alert.
Another fire is coming.
I am the fire in the wind, ready to ignite.

by Irene, 5th grade

Minute Maid Park

Posted October 13, 2017 & filed under Event, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

Minute Maid

Saturday!

Five forty five  A.M.

Screaming, booming

Jose Altuve, Orbit, Carlos Correa

Play games, eat ice-cream

Two months!

Happy.

by Anthony,  2nd grade

ZOOM

Posted October 6, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem.

Love cries out with joy.

Infinity multiplies forever.

The Earth gets dizzy from spinning.

My friend loves me.

All of these ideas make my heart zoom!

 

by Isabelle, 1st grade

Houston

Posted September 22, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing, WITS People.

Summer melting

into Fall

a perfect morning

letting the wind

wash over you

on the porch.

Lime Ice

reminds you

that the sweaty

days are over.

You enter

the realm

of cool breezes.

Gleeful children

run through

the streets

laughing,

returning home

to dinner,

garden fresh.

 

by Lila, 5th grade

WITS Student Writes Poem of Hope to the City of Houston

Posted August 30, 2017 & filed under News, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

This morning, we received a touching gift – a poem written by one of our Writers in the Schools (WITS) students, Eshaan.

Eshaan, a 6th grader, crafted this poem during the course of his family’s journey through Harvey, and offers it up to the city of Houston as a way of bringing everyone together with words of hope.

Starting this week, WITS is volunteering at shelters to help more of our young neighbors tell their stories, because storytelling is healing, and we are #houstonstrong.

Hurricane Harvey: A Terrifying Tempest

Daily gales gossip of terror,
And tornadoes clone as if in infinite mirrors,
God watches over us though,
And as the winds blow,
He oversees,
Cities turning into seas.

I feel helpless,
As I pray for victims’ wellness.
Distraught and crying,
Kin of victims sighing,
Why is Mother Nature so cruel?

One minute there is sunrise,
The next moment you hear cries,
Young babies,
Old ladies,
All trapped in this haplessness.

A second Noah’s Ark,
God tells us to hark!
Batten down the hatches,
And as He snaps trees like matches,
Remember we are all one.

As bombs explode,
And tears flow,
Those on cloud seven,
Come down from heaven.
As barrages fire,
All unite in this horrid quagmire.

As we come together,
We will remake Houston for the better.
Resurrection is impossible,
But together we make it possible.
Harvey left distraught in his wake,
Many a person who stay awake.
If we unite as one,
We can get rebuilding done.

Neighbors help neighbors,
And the common man labors.
The hand hardened from oaring,
Helpful souls soaring.
911 is overworked,
As residents do their tornado homework.

We must pray,
And not stray,
Stay calm and strong,
For I believe God will see us through this storm.

By Eshaan

Death

Posted August 5, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

Death is not

a tall figure dressed

in black.

It doesn’t have an intimidating

black cloak

or a skull for a face,

and it doesn’t bear a scythe to kill you.

We shouldn’t have to see Death as

this monster,

this scary,

violent,

ruthless

monster.

Maybe if we saw

Death

in a different light, not as a scary

entity, but as a small

but strong,

kitten

with dark–but not black–fur

and large, white, caring eyes,

we wouldn’t be so afraid

when Death crawls into our laps

to take us away.

 

by Cheyenne, 7th grade

My Diary of the Human Form

Posted August 1, 2017 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Day One

The human form communicates with the mouth.

Day Two

The human form has a very round head.

Day Three

The human form has body types.

Day Four

The human form has different types

of fun and toys.

Day Five

Their planet has grass. They have

cheeseburgers and fries. They have weird names like

Ja’Sanderia.

Day Six

This is my final day on planet Earth.

I will stay at what they call the beach.

 

by Ja’Sanderia, 4th grade

The Warrior

Posted July 27, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

The fire beside her was freshly

Lit and crackling. He stood there,

Above her sleeping body,

Quiet and waiting,

Waiting for her to awake from her

Peaceful sleep. The last

Dose of sunlight shone

On her face. Before, he too,

Went to sleep for the night,

He stood there thinking,

Thinking of what chaos would come

After this silent morning.

“Why am I doing this?”

Unable to find the answer,

He stood there watching,

Watching her and waiting.

 

by Mary, 10th grade

When I Become President

Posted July 25, 2017 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

 

I am going to help the world

and make machines

that make food for poor people.

I am going to do everything that I can

to give them money.

I will make more money,

help schools, help teachers, and help others.

I will help insects and animals

living on the street,

help babies, help people who need cars fixed.

I will help other planets.

I will never give up.

I will try my best.

 

by Mia,1st grade

My Name

Posted June 23, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

My name is all the numbers because

I don’t have a favorite.

 

My name is silver because

it is shiny and is in Slytherin.

 

My name loves vegetarian cooking

that makes me hungry.

 

My name is the peaceful sound of the sea

and the sound of a stormy sea.

 

My name feels happy when I save

my money to take a trip.

 

My name means HUMANITY!

 

by Vishwa, age 6

The Birth of Color

Posted April 28, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

The beautiful sunset
making shades
of blue,
green,
red,
pink,
yellow,
and orange,
eyes of the wandering beings
opening,
looking,
watching
from their windows,
the golden yellow tree,
the sunset lake,
children playing,
bluebirds chirping,
the blue leaves,
dark green haunting shadows,
a red horse,
people hard at work,
a bright sunny day,
trees reaching up to grow,
mothers making supper for their children,
and a door opening,
telling people to come.
This is the birth of color.

by Kirby, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Addison, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Sweet” by 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 KTR

 

Original post: October 11, 2016

Library Music

Posted April 27, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

This library music,

With the always-noise of

Strangers coughing

People falling in love

Smooching around the corner

Librarian shushing my crying cousin

 

Vocabulary of

Cough       Who         Kiss         Shhhhh…..

Language combinations,

Beauty to my ears

With the always-music of

Pages turning over and over,

Books falling from the shelves,

People’s laughter

 

The always-noise of library music.

 

by Alyiah, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Tory, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Molten Snow” by Jesse Spillane, 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.

How to Paint a Moody Sea

Posted April 26, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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

Posted April 25, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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

Posted April 24, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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

Carta a mi mama | A Letter To My Mom

Posted April 21, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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 Years Old

Posted April 20, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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

Palm-reading Geography (for Jack)

Posted April 19, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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