Advice to Myself

Posted April 26, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Click above to hear Daazmen read his poem.

 

Don’t sit down and watch TV all day
every day. Go outside and play basketball
with some friends and have a great time.
Don’t stay home watching Family Guy
or Sports Center and wishing you
are that LeBron James guy or the next
A-Rod or whoever.
Go make progress.
Go make things happen
like things have never happened before.

By Daazmen, 8th grade

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2010 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.

Before and After: The Journey

Posted April 23, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I smell paint,
……..water,
…………….smoke,
……………………candles.
I taste water,
……..sadness,
…………….ink.
I see blotches of ink and paint,
……..faces in doorways,
…………….fires,
……………………numbers floating.
I hear crying in the wind,
……..rain,
…………….dirt,
……………………flames.
I am in a city wrecked by a hurricane.
……..Trees I have known
…………….blown over.
Several houses
……..knocked down.
Patches of grass and flowers are still left.
Almost everything is wet.
Some people have no food or water.
……..You can taste the fear in the air.
I am now in a very colorful place.
Kids are laughing and playing at school.
No sense of sadness
……………………Anywhere.
There are poems on buildings
And flowers blooming.

By Abby, 3rd grade
[photo by Melinda Applegate via flickr]

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Earth, Teach Me

Posted April 22, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

Earth, teach me to fly like the birds
And to love like them because they sing to everyone
Earth, teach me to grow like the trees and grow up to make paper
And to be tall like them so I can play basketball
Earth, help me camouflage and hide like all the clever animals
Earth, help me to be strong like the bear
And teach me to turn different colors like the leaves of fall
Earth, I just want to be silly like the squirrels that have no worries
As they run around and run around looking for acorns.

By Amos, 3rd grade
[photo by NASA from Apollo mission]

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The Space Between Spaces

Posted April 21, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

I am a person who stays in your head when I’m not there because
I am the shield of a hero. Not the frail wooden kind that burns and splinters
but the sturdy metal kind
that stays on your side, used when needed.
I play it safe.
Unlike the sharp sword that cuts everything in its path,
Things are never what they seem with me.
I am the variegation of zebra stripes moving in every direction,
Leading to the open holes in which the intertwined laces lie.
I am the purple in the eye, but not the shimmering glint –

Because I am the space between spaces.

By Rebecca, 7th grade
[Photo by Tarrask via flickr]

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Grandma

Posted April 20, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

It’s hot here, so far from Managua.
The sun fell out of the raining clouds.
And now I’m drinking lemonade.
The ice clinks into the sound
of kids screaming down
slides and in the pools.
The sea is a light blue
like the sky over your house
in the afternoons.
My hotel is named Atlantis,
but I’m not going to sink into the ocean.

By Miguel, 3rd grade

 

Originally published on December 14, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Para el niño que no esta fuerte (To the Child Who is Not Strong)

Posted April 19, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Para el niño que no esta fuerte,
amigo, levántate del sillón,
y súbete a la montaña
más grande del mundo,
y yo te voy a esperar
arriba de la montaña.
Demuéstrale al mundo
que tienes más fuerza
que un huracán.
No digas que no sirves
para nada.
Si tu quieres,
te puedo dar mis manos fuertes.
Jamás, amigo,
dejes tus sueños en la basura.
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To the child who is not strong,
my friend, get up from the couch,
and climb the highest mountain
in the world,
and I will wait for you
on top of the mountain.
Show the world
that you are much stronger
than a hurricane.
Do not say that you are not
worth anything.
If you want,
I can give you my strong hands.
Never, my friend,
throw your dreams away in the trash.

By Alejandro, 3rd grade
[photo by NinaMeyers via flickr]

Originally published on May 20, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

If No One Were Watching

Posted April 16, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

If no one were watching I would
say good-bye to the stars in
the night. I would stay in my room writing
about the world, telling myself
how I love my family. I would write
a song of love without anything
to get in my way. I would kiss the moon
because I love you so much. I would do
anything for you because I love you
so much. “You are the love in my
life,” I would tell you up close,
and you would tell me, “I do, too.”

By Laila, 3rd grade
[photo by Aggatho via flickr]

Originally published on December 8, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Space

Posted April 15, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I whisper to my mom.
I whisper to her about space.
I say that there are eight planets.
I tell her that there are stars.
I say there are galaxies.
I tell her that I like space.
My mom tells me
that she likes space too.

By Aneesh, 3rd grade
[photo by NASAJPL via flickr]

Originally published February 17, 2010.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Quetzalcoatl

Posted April 14, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I, the star god,
Take bones from the
Underworlds of past times
To create mankind.
Xanath, meaning star,
Another story for
Another night. Tomorrow’s
Sun will be here to wake
Us up soon enough.
Let us go to our mats
Now and sleep
As the stars up above.
A shining light,
The light of the night.

By Lorena, 6th grade

Originally published on November 17, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Mi caja mágica (My Magic Box)

Posted April 13, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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En mi caja mágica, yo quiero poner
la sonrisa de mi hermana chiquita,
el sabor de un chocolate o dulce rico,
y el recuerdo de la Navidad y el olor de las galletas dulces
que mi mamá hizo para mí.
En mi caja, quiero guardar el sonido
de los pajaritos que cantan.
Y quiero guardar el momento
cuando mi mamá ganó
un trofeo en su trabajo.

~
In my magic box, I put
my little sister’s smile,
the taste of chocolate,
the memory of Christmas
and the smell of the sweet cookies
that my mother made for me.
In my box, I put the sound
birds sing, and the time
when my mother won
a trophy at her job.

By Jessica, 3rd grade

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On the Other Side of My Dream

Posted April 9, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on January 14, 2010.
On the other side of my dream
is a rain drop from the sky.
On the other side of my dream
is the smell of an apple I give to my dad.
On the other side of my dream
is a mirror, shiny as the sea.
On the other side of my dream
is a clam shell coming from the bottom
of the sea of my dream.

By Olivia, 1st grade
[photo by wild goose chase via flickr]

Click above to hear Olivia read her poem.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Webbed Jungle Gym

Posted April 8, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on July 2, 2009.

You’re busy making beads
and what not,
but check this jungle gym out
next time you need a breath of cool air.
Climb the checkered-rope wall,
crawl through the crazy webbed maze,
then slide down the super slippery seven foot single slide.
Oh, and you won’t believe the weather here.
It’s that cool-breezy but sunny sort of air.
Come by tomorrow, come by later, come by
whenever when you’re finished with your homework.
Only a couple of blocks from
this family-owned pizza place.
Don’t worry about getting lost,
bring a compass. Remember:
South of Germany, East of Switzerland.
Only a couple of thousand miles away from you.

 

By Joseph, 6th grade
[photo by A is for Angie via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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 Joseph

Posted April 7, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on August 14, 2009.

I’m sitting here, right now,
my belly full of cookies,
my raincoat hung on the hook.
The rain is pouring down outside,
but I still think wistfully of today.
Earlier, we ate our breakfast
and headed out into the village.
Children laughed, people ran,
and the storefronts seemed to shine.
Ice cream clutched in waffle cones,
our coats zipped up against the chill,
we navigated the busy village streets.
We took the cable car up the mountain
where the beauty makes
you want to sing.

 

By Amelia, 5th grade
[photo by geoftheref via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

The Listener

Posted April 6, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

Speak to me for I am the listener.
I am here to lend an open ear and a closed mouth.
I do not judge I merely listen.
I do not interrupt your thoughts with my own.
I do not speak of myself.
I am here so that you can speak and unload
all the thoughts and emotions that plague you,
all the little achievements you feel too trivial
or too important for uncaring ears,
all the secrets you need to scream but can only whisper,
all the troubles that others overlook but that you can’t let go of,
anything and everything that you need to take off your back.

By Rose, 10th grade
[photo of The Listener by James Nelson; by spottiewattie via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Poetry Bookmarks for Houston Businesses

Posted April 5, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Show your support of literacy education. If your Houston business would like to distribute poetry bookmarks during April, National Poetry Month, contact Jennifer at 713.523.3877. They are free–while supplies last.

Mom

Posted & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on May 5, 2009.

My mom’s voice is like the
sound of rain pelting hard
on the ground. Her hair is
soft like a piece of cotton candy.
Her ears can hear from a
hundred miles. She sees
like a hawk and she looks
like pieces of sand moving
in the desert.
When she yells, it sounds like
a coyote howling in the night.
When she steps on the ground,
it sounds like a giant dog
running toward its owner
faster, faster. When she eats,
I can barely hear her
like a butterfly flying by.

By Lorenzo, 3rd grade
[photo by aimzy via flickr]

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My Life

Posted April 2, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on May 26, 2009.

My life
is the sunny park
smelling like golden sunflowers.
I feel like I’m swinging on the swing.
The air tastes like vanilla.
Touching the soft leaves
and flowers falling out of the sky.
And best of all I’m with my two families
and our dogs in the park with the wind.
And all of us love each other.
My life of my heart is crimson because it is brave
with a lovely house and a nice garden with red roses
and a fountain.

By Jason, 3rd grade
[photo by Asim237 via flickr]

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Schoolyard in April

Posted April 1, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

The birds chirping, the flowers blooming
Nothing like April to bring more joy
The ability to laugh hysterically as the popular
Girls whine about stolen lipstick
Picnicking in the park, playing at the
Playground remembering when I was
Younger, my teacher holding me
Up while I climbed the monkey bars
Watching the other teachers shooing
Away nosy children as they have their
Grown-up talk, whispers of a
Secret crush being unraveled.

By Rita, 7th grade
[photo by thelovecrazypianist via flickr]

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Hear It / Eat It

Posted April 30, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Instead of hearing music, I eat it
Do, re, and mi are the sweetest so I put
Sprinkles on them, they taste
Like cake
Fa, so, la, and ti are tricky to cook
But done correctly they taste like
Mango liquado
Do. Do is the tastiest
Rarely caught but still good
Singing in the shower
Will lure them from
Hiding
Catch them with a net
Just like butterflies

By Anna, 7th grade
[photo by Angel Contreras via flickr]

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Mouthful of Flowers

Posted April 29, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

We are downtown, we made it.
This is it, like a
Mouthful of flowers.

Locked up
in a bright new year,
Hurricanes
Spidery highways
Where will we land?

Heavy traffic
Hot pavement
Engine motors and gears
Wood and metal, water and fire,
How do you sing your song?

Listen to our rebellion.
It is truth spilling like blood.

We are made of wood and metal
Cables inside our heads
Mouths full of flowers.

This is our revolution.
This is our song.

We have cables inside our heads
like the night train
going north, south, east, west.

If we can come together
we can clear the smoke
and put in air conditioning.

This world belongs to no one…
We can rise from the ashes
Trickle down, different, not dangerous—free fall.

Nothing comes between us, not even
love or brilliant blue, scarlet red trumpets.

The path is easy and wide.
Rally to the light.
We are owls.

We need one another
recycling our emotions.

Don’t skim the surface
Crack open the poem
under our skin.
Let us speak truth like wolveswallpaper-doodle-toes
wild, unkempt, loud and free.

We’re telling our story—do you remember fire?
The swimming sun shining on the salty sea,
The joy dripping off our tongues.

The damage done caused
our liquid happiness.

Night turning to day
Let’s focus on the present
Open up our souls so we can rest in heaven.

A crowd of individuals, nowhere for me to go.
Is there a way out or are we in a dark alley?

Who knows how it feels to get a kiss of rain?
Talking to strangers can leave your brain on fire.
Who can organize your shoes better than me!

Clouds of haze go round and round
Calm like the morning is a walk to the ends of the earth.

By Zhamere, Hector, Brianna, Darniece, Jared, Chesney, Leafollia , Charlie, and Marcia

Originally posted on 12/8/08.

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This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.