A poem is like when you blow a balloon, and the words go in its stanza or its room.   A poem is when clouds are in your brain and the raindrops are your thoughts.   A poem is when your mind turns to something really special. That is a poem.   -3rd grader, DeAnda… Read more »

WITS Writer Marcia Chamberlain shares this blessing: a 2nd grader wrote this beautiful poem for Mr. Sanchez, the custodian at Oak Forest Elementary.   May you always walk with pride. May you always dream of brooms and mops. May your friends have respect for you. May the wind push you on. May you never feel… Read more »

Winter in Houston isn’t usually snowy. Or cold. But Gia used her chilliest imagination to bring her readers into an icy winter wonderland. Snow Soft Winter Owl   It’s like a soft winter owl whispering through the sound of the wintery soft sky. The snow is like a soft, fluffy blanket floating through the frosty… Read more »

  Cuando veo a mi mama La veo en mi nombre y en mis ojos Cuando escribo mi nombre en el aire Espero y luego hay luces en el Cuando veo a mi papa me siento feliz Cuando veo tristeza Yo también tengo tristeza. Cuando mi mama hace la cena Yo huelo mi nombre en… Read more »

An autumn leaf looks like a boat a heart fire a lizard tail a broken-down rocket ship.   An autumn leaf smells like cinnamon vinegar pumpkin pie money rain dripping on the ground.   An autumn leaf sounds like a drum paper snowflakes Santa’s sleigh shhhh like snow is falling.   An autumn leaf feels… Read more »

Rusty gate at a farm, an old door creaking open. The floor squeaking, an old metal shed.   The haunted house, flickering lights, broken windows, furnace cracked, an abandoned cemetery.   A monster comes out a swamp that smells like sewage. It’s green, slimy. Its eyes are red.   The wind blows leaves, thunder and… Read more »

If Harvey were a girl, I would be so happy.  Harvey would be nice and cute and maybe she’d have a different name.  Her name would be Wendy, like the wind.  Her colors are pink and purple. Wendy is going to play with me.  I like Wendy. She is going to have a pet that… Read more »

Moon, why are you so bright? You show the stars the way through the night. You are the sand man’s face, in my pocket every place. You translate my dreams, and give me dreams of what you mean. Sing me a lullaby! Close my eyes enemy of the sun, mystery of the navy sky. I… Read more »

I was in Beeville for a five-day stay in May to cast the WITS magic in the sleepy south Texas town. Driving down the main drag, you become familiar with the population count (approximately 13,000), clearly marked as you enter then leave the city limits. Along with writers Autumn Hayes, Matty Glasgow, and Dinorah Pérez-Rementería,… Read more »

  A blank paper is not blank at all, it’s a balloon that floats me up into the sky. Up here, I can see everything. When I come back down, I grasp my pencil, kiss the paper. It cuts into what is blank and changes into an explosion of light. I see myself more clearly… Read more »

It was a perfect square. It had four matching corners And four equal sides. And it was perfectly happy… But on Saturday, the square was cut, crumbled, and snipped. So it made itself into a heart that beats, loves, and keeps me alive. By Raynisse, 1st grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem… Read more »

The shadow of whiskers like an invitation with the address missing. A fin like jellyfish but more tulle. Craterous tulle; black swan pirouetting on the moon. Tulle skirt with cigarette burn holes; laddered tights. Iron stain on tulle; muddy. Burned tulle drowned; Ophelia enters the water with her head split open. It sizzles. Light glinting… Read more »

  ¿Por qué las inmensas motos no van a Hollywood? ¿Cuál es la ballena ruidosa que siempre va a cantar? ¿Dónde dejó la rosa su dulce olor? ¿Hay algo más triste en el mundo que árboles muertos? ¿Quiénes gritaron de alegría cuando nació el color rosado? ¿Cómo logró su libertad la casita de la muñeca… Read more »

  Bones everywhere Bones fill my chest You hang bones in my closet I got sick and blew my nose with delicate bone So tired I slept and my bed was made of bones Drove to work in my car made of bones There are bones beneath me Bones blowing in the trees The chandelier… Read more »

white blossom flower alone with no one with you flying, going tree to tree with bees going to you drinking your nectar you are like velvet By Hifsa, 3rd grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Rukmini, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Flower Dance” by DDmyzik. … Read more »

  The ocean shouts out with all the courage it has. The ocean dives down with glory pounding in its heart. The ocean loves deeply with all its might. The ocean glows when the sun shimmers on its waves. By Elena, 2nd grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Jackson,… Read more »

(Inspired by René Magritte’s The Healer (Le thérapeute), 1967) Oh, Mary, oh Mary, what do I do? I have a rib cage—a real cage, too! Birds are inside me. I’m like a jar! I have a bag full of seed for the birds I feed, but the birds will never—oh never!—come out! Even the times… Read more »

My voice is a whorly wind picking up houses, Toto, and Dorothy, whipping through the calm night sky. A strong storm is my soul, sweeping through towns and sloshing colors everywhere I go. Most times, my imagination is the beginning of the universe, the big bangs of colors spewing colors, making planets and sun. The… Read more »

              Visitors can visit H-E-B locations in Montrose, San Felipe, Buffalo Speedway, and Bunker Hill for a chance to see these special pop-up poetry installations during the entire month of April. Written by WITS students, these poems celebrate the everyday, from the dreamy quality of eating a pizza to… Read more »

  Red can be a highway that leads to glory, love, fame, and family. Red can be a door to a whole other world! Red can be as sweet as tomatoes, as happy as an apple. Red can be anything you choose it to be. It can be as small as a mouse or as… Read more »