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

Introducing Houston

Posted April 18, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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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.

Days

Posted April 14, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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

La playa | The Beach

Posted April 13, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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.

Super Villain

Posted April 12, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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.

Baby Sister

Posted April 11, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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.

Future Me

Posted April 10, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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

 

The Delight Song of Vincent Ramos

Posted April 7, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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.

Sadness

Posted April 6, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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.

Self Portrait as Hurricane Season

Posted April 5, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

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.
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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.
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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.

Ode to a Lime

Posted April 4, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

Gleaming in the sunlight,
wicked green,
rocks like a boat when sliced.

Slice it!

Now it looks like the Grinch,
smells like a Warhead.

Juicy.
Eat it if you dare.
It will give you a sour face.
Delicious for me, but
for you, maybe not.

Transparent like a window.
If I hide behind it, you
will still see me.

Slices like pizza,
but not as rich and tasty.

You made a sour face.
Admit it.

Use a wedge for a mustache-
you’ll look like Abe Lincoln.

by Hanno, 3rd 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 Member. The background music is “Citron” by Wallahi 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.

 

 

When I Write

Posted April 3, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

A poem is like a volcano trying to erupt.
A story is like a wild unknown animal, yet to be discovered.
A play is like a crazy zombie apocalypse.
Because zombies are dumb and funny, wearing crazy hats.
When I write, I feel like a maze that has a-maze-ing ideas.
When I write, I feel like a hero fighting for the weak and making them believe.

by Miguel, 4th 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 Member. The background music is “Tough Guy” by Akashic Records. 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 27, 2016

 

Ode to Snowy Owls

Posted December 31, 2016 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

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photo credit: pixabay

Oh, snow owls, your beautiful sound

from the heavens lets light

through the clouds in the sunset.

Snow owls, when you rise at the dawn of winter,

your wings shimmer from the frosty bits

and you fly like a dove.

You are as majestic as an eagle,

soaring in the salty breeze.

Your eyes are like diamonds floating in the angry sea,

a tsunami of delighted sadness

trapped in a cage of anger.

Your feathers are like snow

falling from the dusk of twilight.

Snow owls,

stay in the heavens of midnight.

 

by Eva, 3rd grade

The Best Christmas of Onasis Rodriguez

Posted December 25, 2016 & filed under Notebook, Student Writing.

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My best Christmas was two years ago because somebody my dad knew from work invited us to his apartment to celebrate. When my dad and I got to the apartment, we marveled that it was so pretty. All the decorations were nice because the guy my dad knew from work put a lot of effort into them. Decorations were all over the apartment. There were candles,  presents, lights, and lots of food. My dad and I sat on the sofa. We met some people at the party who we didn’t know, friends and relatives of our host. All of us ate chicken sandwiches and drank sodas. I couldn’t help staring at the tree and how it was decorated with lights, ornaments, a star on top, and especially, presents underneath.

When it was time to open the presents, everybody did, except me and my dad because our host didn’t get us any, and his guests didn’t know us. So you might think that I was sad. But here’s the best part of all: a lady at the party gave me a present. She went to her room and came back and gave me a present! I opened the present, and it was a shirt, and it fit, and I thanked her because she gave me a present. I didn’t know her, but she was nice to me. To tell the truth, I prefer a Wii or Xbox game for a gift rather than a shirt. My dad didn’t care about himself. He was happy that I got a present. My dad felt as good as I did.

When it was at 12 o’clock, it was time for my dad and me to go. When we got back home, my dad and I went to sleep. The next day I wore the shirt.

By Onasis Rodriguez, 8th Grade

 

This essay was written by a WITS student a number of years ago but remains a favorite. We thought we’d re-share it with you today.

Hanukkah Poem

Posted December 24, 2016 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

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Light the glittering candles

Chant the ancient prayers

Spin the colorful dreidels

Eat the crunchy latkes

Sing a holiday song

Remember a Jewish miracle

Tear open a hundred gifts!

By Sam

 

Publishing Opportunities for Teens

Posted December 21, 2016 & filed under Student Writing.

notebook-1886731_1920Is your teen looking for something to do over winter break? They could be writing original work and submitting to these amazing publishing opportunities.

ONE TEEN STORY

ONE TEEN STORY is an award-winning quarterly literary magazine that features the work of today’s best teen writers (ages 13 to 19). One Teen Story is looking for stories about the teen experience, especially dealing with issues of identity, friendship, family, and coming-of-age. They publish 4 stories a year, with subscribers receiving one great short story at a time in print or on their digital devices. Submissions are free and open from now until May. Read more here.

CLAREMONT REVIEW

The Claremont Review publishes the best poetry, short stories, short plays, visual art, and photography by young adults (ages 13 to 19) from anywhere in the English speaking world. They publish work in many styles that range from traditional to modern, preferring pieces that explore real characters and reveal authentic emotion. Submissions are free and open from now until April 30th.

The Claremont Review also hosts an Annual Art and Writing Contest for contestants aged 13-19, with prizes of up to $1,000 CAD. Submissions open in January and should be postmarked by March 15th. Read more here.

 

Writing Contest for Young Writers

Posted December 12, 2016 & filed under Contest, Fiction, Student Writing.

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2017 Foster-Harris Prizes for Young Writers

The University of Oklahoma’s Gaylord College of Journalism and Mass Communication, in recognition of the Professional Writing Program’s 65th anniversary in the college, invites submissions for the 2017 Foster-Harris Prizes for Young Writers. Two $500 awards will be given, one for a short story of up to 1000 words by a high school student and another for a short story of up to 2000 words by an undergraduate student. There is no entry fee.

The University of Oklahoma’s Professional Writing Program offers bachelor’s and master’s degrees focused on creative writing for publication, including fantasy, horror, mystery, suspense, romance, and other popular fiction genres, as well as screenwriting and commercial nonfiction. The program focuses on building a writing career by learning the business of publishing while studying creative writing under award-winning, best-selling professors with long and successful publication histories. For more information, click here.

Entrants will retain all rights to their entries. Entries must include a header with the student’s name, school, and email address. They should use a 12-point font and be formatted with one-inch margins and page numbers.

To submit, email the story as a Microsoft Word attachment to Harris.PrizeATouDOTedu.

Students currently enrolled in a U.S. high school, grades 9-12, should use this header:
Harris Prize for High School Students

Students currently enrolled as an undergraduate in a U.S. college or university should use this header: Harris Prize for Undergraduate Students

Entries must be received by March 1, 2017 at noon. Winners will be announced in May 2017.

Mary Anna Evans, Assistant Professor
Professional Writing
Gaylord College of Journalism and Mass Communications
University of Oklahoma
For further information on Harris Prize, email Harris.Prize@ou.edu
For information on the Professional Writing program, email maevans@ou.edu

My Grandma’s House

Posted December 6, 2016 & filed under Notebook, Student Writing.

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The outside of the house has bright red bricks and dark green tiles on the roof. Her path to the front door is so pretty. It has all kinds of rocks that are yellow and orange. Her front porch has a long swing where at least three people can fit. Her swing is hard as a rock, with flowers all over it, all a different color. It’s the only place where I can calm down and just relax. Her backyard is gigantic. She has her vegetable garden there: tomatoes, green beans, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, onion, and potatoes.

I can smell flowers, chicken soup, lemonade, and my favorite perfume: Chanel No. 5. All of these smells will never leave her house. Even when we clean her house and spray different things, these smells never leave. I will always remember these smells. Even though they are just scents, these scents can also have memories.

I can hear bird calls. Each time is different. I think they are singing, but really they’re just talking to each other. I can hear the leaves rustling whenever the wind is strong. I can hear the squirrels running around and playing, and sometimes it sounds like they are laughing. My grandma’s house is never silent and is always talking.

I can feel the warmth from the oven whenever my grandma is baking cake or cookies. I can feel the porcelain dolls my grandma collected. I can feel the love my grandma gives me, and anyone who enters her house can feel it, too.

I always water the flowers whenever my grandma can’t. I like playing with the mysterious cat that comes to visit me. I also like playing with my best friends, the twins Liliana and Eva. Even though I can’t sit on my grandma’s lap like I used to, I sit next to her on her favorite couch and we talk for hours. I can never bear when we have to leave and come back to Houston, but there is always another summer vacation.

by Lila
Hamilton Middle School