Tracking

Posted April 9, 2015 & filed under Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

 

I track the clouds

in the sky

as they fly

I track birds

in the trees

as they sing

I track ants

on the ground

where they crawl

I track my cat

on the fence

where he slinks

 

By Tricia, 2nd grade

 

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Alonna Johnson, an 8th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston. Faculty is Rolethia McKelvey, piano teacher. The background music is Sidewalk Shade” by Kevin McCleod, Incompetech.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

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

 

Original post: January 26, 2015

Calling Poets in Grades 7-12!

Posted March 31, 2015 & filed under Contest, News, Poem, Student Writing.

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A personal invitation from Flashbang! Writing Studio, which is seeking poetry by students in grades 7-12 for publication on its website during April, National Poetry Month:

As participants in NaPoWriMo, Flashbang!’s Sarah and Jeff are writing and posting a poem a day for the month of April. But we want more! We want your poems. Send us your love poems, hate poems, pet poems, unicorn poems, football poems, name poems, video poems, macro poems, gif poems, breakfast-lunch-and dinner poems.

Come back to the blog every day in April for a new writing prompt and at least one new poem. Note: The poems you submit do not have to be based on the prompts we publish. If they are, that’s awesome! Let us know! But more important than following our prompts is writing something you love. Send us what you love.

All poems accepted for publication on the blog will also be considered for publication in the inaugural issue of KaPow!, Flashbang!’s creative writing zine, scheduled for May publication. If your poem is published, you’ll receive a free copy of the zine. Additional copies will be available for $5, and all proceeds will benefit the Greater Pittsburgh Literacy Council. (Want to raise more money for GPLC? Learn more about and register for our Poem-A-Thon here: http://www.flashbangwritingstudio.com/poem-a-thon/)

To submit: Send an email with your poem attached as a Word document or just pasted into the body of the email to flashbangwritingATgmailDOTcom. Please include your name, age, and school name in your submission. (School names will not be published unless you explicitly ask us to do so.) Let us know where you heard about us, too. Deadline for consideration for KaPow! and the NaPoWriMo celebrations is 4/25. BUT we will still consider poems on a rolling basis after that deadline for publication on the blog.

My Chicken

Posted March 23, 2015 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

Cheep cheep cheep

my chicken pokes around

his eyes move fast

his feathers are smooth

I love my chicken

By Stuart, 1st Grade

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Green Day

Posted March 17, 2015 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

imagesI like to play tricks on a green day

like pinch my aunt on the shoulder

and put green eggs in my dog’s bowl

I like to sneak around on a green day

like a leprechaun in the bushes

I like to wear hats on a green day

and listen to the band Green Day

while I wear my lucky green socks

By Jonathan, 3rd Grade

 

Katrina 5

Posted March 12, 2015 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

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They can’t prevent me.
I loom above them like a thundercloud.
A cat about to strike
Down upon a defenseless mouse.

The ocean can’t stop me.
Just a hurdle, a centimeter off the ground.
Crushed beneath my feet.
People fleeing, screaming, crying, wailing.

They can’t stop me.
I’ll tear it down.
I’ll tear it all down.

by Lucy, 7th Grade

Some Days I Don’t Know

Posted February 25, 2015 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

windowSome days I don’t know

If I’m inside looking out or outside looking in

If I’m the size of an atom or the size of the universe

If I’m black or if I’m white

Some days I don’t know who I am

By Jacob, 10th Grade

Former WITS Writers Read at Blaffer Art Museum Innovation Series

Posted February 10, 2015 & filed under Event, Fiction, News, Poem, WITS People.

Don’t miss former WITS writers Lacy, Nancy, Jameelah, and David at the upcoming Blaffer Art Museum Innovation Series event on Feb. 17, 4 p.m.
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Here is information about this special series from the Blaffer website:

In both the arts and the sciences, if we do our jobs well, it never leads to a final answer — always to more questions.” — Janet Biggs

The Blaffer Art Museum Innovation Series is the most ambitious lineup of public programs the museum has ever organized around a single exhibition. Janet Biggs: Echo of the Unknown features works inspired by the artist’s memories of the effects of Alzheimer’s on family members. Combining video, sound and objects, this multidimensional exhibition draws on heroic stories of public figures coping with the disease and research conducted with neurologists and geoscientists to raise fundamental questions about how we become—and lose our sense of—who we are.

Designed to amplify the exhibition’s role as a catalyst for cross-disciplinary learning, the series’ lectures, presentations, gallery talks and interactive programs will highlight collaborations across the UH community and beyond.

Please attend “Memory & Identity: Five Writers Talk about the Difficult & Dynamic Relationship Between the Two” with Peter Turchi, author of A Muse & A MazeLacy M. Johnson, author of The Other SideNancy Pearson, author of Two Minutes of LightJameelah Lang, Ph.D candidate, UH Creative Writing Program; & David Stuart MacLean, author of The Answer to the Riddle is Me: A Memoir of Amnesia.

Yosemite Park

Posted January 20, 2015 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

I see a beautiful Grand Canyon-like cliff.

Sparkly emerald-colored trees.

I see a shimmery blue stream.

I hear the fresh breeze blowing through the trees.

I hear the stream’s gently rushing water.

I feel cold refreshing liquid on my fingers

as I run my hand through the stream.

I smell the sweet crisp green grass.

I smell the carefully dripping mother rain

as it falls on my arms. I taste the fruits

from the fruit-bearing trees in Yosemite Park.

I taste the sprinkling rain on my tongue.
by Kate, 3rd Grade

Ode to My Bike

Posted December 23, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

You are a strong, steel body
That rose from the dead.
The bike that survived
Decades of ride.
The soul of a factory bike
That is dependable.
You have seen a lot of things
Since 1948.
The bike that once rotted into
The ground it came from.
The quality you can feel
In the one-piece body.

By Jon
4th Grade

Arco Iris (Rainbow)

Posted December 22, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Esta mañana vino el arco iris,

lleno de colores

pero la lluvia lo espantó con

su pelo de agua y

su vestido de nieve.

El lugar favorito del arco iris es la playa,

se baña en el mar y con un niño baila,

sus manos de colores.

Se despierta a la una de la mañana:

en el parque canta y con su amiga juega.

Ella quiere jugar contigo,

la nieve es su amiga preferida.

Su mascota mariposa es muy bonita.

En la escuela disfruta quebrando las reglas,

se siente triste por el viento.

Su pelo es de color de oro,

y sus pies como la plata,

en la noche con las estrellas canta.

¿Y tu amiga canta?

 

~
Rainbow

 

The rainbow came this morning,

filled with colors

the rain scared her away

with her hair of water

and her dress of snow.

The beach is rainbow’s favorite place,

with a young boy she dances

and in the ocean she bathes her colorful hands.

She wakes up at 1:00 am:

in the park she plays and sings.

She wants to play with you

and her favorite friend, the snow.

Her pet is a pretty butterfly.

In school, she breaks all the rules,

feeling sorry for the wind.

Her feet are silver

and her hair is gold;

she sings with the stars at nighttime.

Does your best friend also sing?
by Madeline, 3rd Grade

Corazón

Posted December 19, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Porque te tengo en mis ojos.
Porque te pienso en El Salvador.
Porque eres el cielo, y eres muy amable.
Porque eres la miel del cielo de mi familia.
Porque existes mejor en mis manos
Y yo te tengo aquí a mi lado.
Estés donde tu estés siempre estarás
conmigo
Y te amaré con todo mi corazón.

~

 

Heart

Because I have you in my eyes,
Because I think of you in El Salvador,
Because you are the sky and very loving,
Because you are the honey of heaven for my
family,
Because you exist better in my hands,
and I need you here by my side,
Where ever you are,
You will always be with me,
And I will love you with all my heart.

by Katherine, 1st Grade

Where I’m From

Posted December 18, 2014 & filed under Poem.

I am from
El Salvador
and the cold place, Washington D.C.
I am from my mom’s stomach &
the dirt

I am from
vegetable
soup with a shrimp flavor,
and vanilla ice cream

When I was born
I was made of
dirt,
trees,
dogs,
sun-colored horses,
water,
flowers & air

I am from
checkers,
tag,
Tic-Tac-Toe &
pillow fights

I am from
the Earth.

And I am happy for
being all these things.

 

by Giselle, 3rd grade
originally published 2007

Teen Poetry Contest: Write Poems Inspired by Art!

Posted December 5, 2014 & filed under Contest, Poem.

Here is an exciting EKPHRASTIC POETRY contest for teens, ages 13-19. It is organized by Public Poetry in partnership with the Museum of Fine Arts Houston, and it is FREE to enter for teens. So, plan a visit to the museum today and get inspired! Below are the guidelines to write and submit your work. You can view online the five pieces of art that will serve as inspiration for your original poetry.

artwork-detail EKPHRASTIC POETRY may include literal descriptions of a work of art, the poet´s mood in response to a work of art, metaphorical associations inspired by a work of art, or personal memories about a work of art.

Eligibility: All teens, age 13-19, (as of September 8, 2014) are eligible.

  • Deadline Extended: Poems must be received by midnight on December 15th, 2014.

No Entry Fee: FREE


Complete information available here.

There is also a competition for adults.

 

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 24, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

[Photo by Robert Terrell via Flickr]

from the WITS archives of 2010

Slam with Us – Friday, November 21st

Posted November 19, 2014 & filed under Event, Poem.

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The next Meta-Four Houston event will be the Orbit Slam on Friday, November 21st, 6 pm at MECA.

Meta-Four Houston offers free writing and performance workshops every second Friday of the month at Discovery Green (1500 McKinney 77010)

AND

Every third Friday of the month at MECA (1900 Kane 77007)

Students ages 13-19 are welcome! It’s FREE.

Jump!

Posted November 17, 2014 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

When I’m scared, I jump

That’s what my grandma told me

Don’t let anything make you scared

Be brave

Jump, jump, jump!

By Alaisha, 4th Grade

Once

Posted November 10, 2014 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

Once I was the wind.
I swayed in the trees.
My friends were in the air.
I pushed leaves and I blew flowers
and the flowers fell to the ground.
I heard birds chirping.
I pushed the wood chips on the playground
where the kids were playing
and I whistled by,
flying in the breeze.

by Ava, 1st grade
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I Have a Voice

Posted October 31, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

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My voice gallops like a horse through thunder.

My voice echoes like a mad sea in a storm.

My voice chants for Big Red as he crosses the finish line.

My voices whispers like a strong wind in the night.

My voice sings like a robin in the dust.

by Carrie, age 8

Happiness

Posted October 28, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

 

Twisting, turning inside
This is not the end
I have hope, a purpose
Black field of scars
I will survive
I will turn onto the
white road of happiness.

By Alanna, 17

Don’t Be Afraid

Posted October 15, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Don’t be afraid
to tumble into a
blue future

Don’t assume that my
fear tiptoes or that
you can hear whispers of
lies, cheating, and cries

My determination
will leap forth into
an ocean of dreams

After the light dreams
blossom into laughs, joy,
passion, and hope.
 

By Alonzo, age 18