Inside a Thought

Posted April 28, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Go inside a thought.
Voices scatter around the edge
surrounded from corner to corner.
I hear voices looking for me
hoping and hoping
wondering where I am.

By Raymond, 4th grade
Originally posted on 1/13/09
[photo by ztephen via flickr]

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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.

All the Things My Mama Does for Me

Posted April 27, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

My mama combs my hair every day
My mama cooks fried chicken for me
My mama gives me a hug when I’m sad
My mama gives me oranges, apples, and grapes
My mama washes my dresses for me
My mama reads books to me at the hospital
My mama colors pictures with me
My mama takes me to the beach
My mama named me China because she thought it was beautiful

By China, 2nd grade
[photo by javanutmom via flickr]

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Urge

Posted April 24, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

To grow tall and big when others are
taller than me, to grow taller than the
sky, the blue sky and the yellow sun,
the hot warm sun high above and the
cold sky surrounded by thick clouds.
Emptiness, just the sky and the sun
above me, the ocean blue below me and
the soft clouds floating by, the sun on
one side and the moon on the other,
to fly up and rest in the empty sky with
a single cloud for my bed and the sun as a
blanket to keep me warm, the birds to
make me fall asleep, the sky open like
a window, the moon dark and silent, a
place to relax, to rest in the emptiness
of the sky, a quiet place to softly sleep,
an urge is a desire to express something
bottled up inside.

By Salvador, 7th grade
[photo by Captain Heather via flickr]

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The Vanishings

Posted April 22, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

One day it will vanish
the smiles from your face
the happiness in your eyes
your genuine touch
the softness in your lips.
One day it will vanish
the quiet dinners
the yelling from your voice
the slamming of the doors
the red in your eyes
the fake smiles.
One day it will vanish
the immaturity in humans
the urge to be popular
the wanting of nothing
the view that it’s never ok
seeing “perfect” as beautiful.
One day it will vanish
the starvation of your neighbor
the killings of your brother
the beatings on your best friend
the cries from your room
the discrimination in your America.
One day it will vanish.
Or will it?
I believe it will
it only takes a piece of motivation from your voice
a smile from your face
a hug saying you will never let go.
We will be free one day
free from hate
free from judgment
free from discrimination.
One day it will vanish
one day I promise.

By Andrea, 11th grade

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Do You Know the Answer?

Posted April 21, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Why is the sky blue during the day and dark blue at night?
Why do leaves float in the air?
How do stars sing to the moon?
When do horses talk to us?
When do books fly?
Who made rain red?
Who falls in love with the storm?
Where does the sun hide?
Does the day kiss the night?
Does the mountain run to the ocean?
How can we dream of the future?

 

By Monica, 4th grade
[photo by mitchelkat2000 via flickr]

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My Epic Hero

Posted April 20, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

What happened to the old superman
when no one man could save the earth or land?

I saw a puddle that flooded a city
I saw one with sheets killing ones with not
I saw a bench that didn’t accept darkness
I saw black boots that stomped on the white doves
I saw one play toy kill a little child
I saw a kid hunt a man
I saw a man kill a man for green paper
I saw an offspring cry for his life
I saw a man sniff a rock and die
I saw a woman lose track of her child
I saw a woman struggle to get away from the man
I saw a child kill for his colors

What happened to the mighty superman
who could save one but not the others?

I heard a child cry no one listening
I heard a child run away for 1000 reasons
I heard a man cry for his rights

By Gabriel, 7th grade

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Ink Heart

Posted April 17, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

What the night hides:
a stranger in the dark,
fire and stars,
snakes and thorns,
a house full of books,
a night full of words,
the lion’s den,
going farther south.

By Cody, 4th grade
[photo by fotologica via flickr]

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Blog Reader Appreciation Day Contest

Posted April 16, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

blog-reader-appreciation-dayWe wanted to take a moment to thank all of our visitors of the past year for making our blog feel like such a success. Thank you for taking the time to celebrate the creativity and talent of our students!

To show our gratitude, we will be hosting a Blog Reader Appreciation Day Contest. Winners will receive the full collection of WITS bookmarks, including our four newest ones which are shown below. To enter the contest, leave a comment on this post mentioning the name of a poem, essay, or story posted on this blog any time in the past year. In case you’re new here, you can use the find-a-poem page or the lists of top posts.

Five winners will be chosen randomly from the comments that qualify. Comments must be left today (April 16, 2009) before midnight central time. Please include a valid e-mail address when registering your comment as that is how we will be contacting the winners.

WITS 2009 Bookmarks

August 4

Posted & filed under Poem of the Day.

I have had it with this girl.
As I chew on this biscuit,
her shadow walks across
the wallpaper as if it is hers.
She lifts her hands to her ears
so she can avoid the fight going
on outside.
I don’t know why they’re fighting,
but it’s not them I wonder about.
It’s her.
I think she was like me once,
a seed in a giant apple
of fighting and living.
I look out, into the rush,
but all that I see is
rush hour.

By Selasi, 4th grade
[photo by vickykc via flickr]

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Laughter

Posted April 15, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Laughter is light blue.
It tastes like coconut.
It smells like red roses,
and reminds me of
drinking strawberry juice.
It sounds like jokes.
Laughter makes me feel like
sleeping on the bed.

By Michelle, 3rd grade
[photo by raumoberbayern via flickr]

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Yo en la noche (I am in the Night)

Posted April 14, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Es de noche
Escucho un gato peleando en la fábrica.
Yo escucho a los monos brincando
De un árbol al otro, hacen mucho ruido
Y no me dejan dormir.

Es de noche, y en mi casa escucho
La tele prendida, mis hermanos gritando,
Y yo pienso que las estrellas se fueron
Al otro lado, bien lejos, donde no las puedo ver.

Es de noche
Y en mis sueños escuho un avión
Que me lleva a México para ver a mi abuelita.

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It is nighttime.
I hear cats fighting in the factory.
I hear monkeys jumping
from tree to tree.
They are making a lot of noise,
and they don’t let me sleep.

It is nighttime,
and I hear the TV on at my house.
My brothers are yelling,
And I think of stars that have left
to go to another place, very far away,
where I can’t see them.

It is nighttime,
and in my dreams I hear an airplane
that takes me to Mexico to see my grandma.

By Jazmin, 1st grade
[photo by Tim Noonan via flickr]

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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.

My Magical World

Posted April 13, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

There it is, just sitting there
a red and yellow bluebonnet
in the cold windy rainforest
but this is a clue.
The rain is as cold as a
Sunday ice cream sandwich.
Animals will come together
bears and wolves will walk
side by side
the people in the war
will come together
and instead of fighting they will
just talk it out.

By Julius, 4th grade

[Image from Yoko Ono’s website, ImaginePeace.com]

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How to Get a Date

Posted April 10, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

1. Say you like the girl’s shoes or something.
2. Then walk away. If she says “Ha!” go and walk back. If not, that means she’s not interested in you or she is not the person who really likes boys.
3. Start a conversation. Ask what she likes or how she is feeling.
4. Tell her what you like.
5. Ask her if she has a boyfriend.
6. If not, ask her what she’s doing Friday or Saturday night.
7. If she’s free, then that’s when you move in. Ask her if you can take her on a date.
8. Take her to a fancy restaurant.
9. Take her to where they have lots of decorations and other fancy things.
10. If you have lots of things in common and she likes you, plan to make reservations for another date.

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By Jake, 5th grade
[photo by jeff_engel via flickr]

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Ghost Town

Posted April 9, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Tumbleweeds blow.

Cirrus clouds flow.

Deserts burn.

Dust-devils churn.

Sand dunes shift.

Dust clouds drift.

Wagon grooves.

Nothing moves.

By Graham, 7th grade
[photo by John Shields via flickr]

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My Past in a Magic Box

Posted April 8, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I will put in my box
New York City streets,
A trip back in time,
And my Grandpa’s rhymes.
I will put in my box
My cousin’s laugh,
And one more visit with my brother,
Who died on the Fourth of July.
I will put in my box
An education, laughter, and playing,
All for my brother.
My box is green and orange and
Full of surprises and memories.
I will write all over it
What has happened In the past.

By Keshawn, 4th grade
[photo by idg via flickr]

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El océano es mi mamá (The Ocean is My Mom)

Posted April 7, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

El océano es mi mamá.
Le digo –dame de comer pez gato!-
Le digo –asústame!- y cuando estoy caminando
Me avienta unas olas que me lastiman y unos
Tiburoncitos chiquitos.
Le digo hazme guapo y me viste con conchas,
alga marinas, estrellas de mar, y perlas brillantes.
Mi mamá es el océano
Con la arena me abraza,
Con el agua me acaricia,
Y con el aire me da un beso.

 

Translation:

The ocean is my mom.
I say to her, “Give me catfish to eat!”
I say, “Scare me”
And when I’m walking
She throws big waves and tiny sharks at
Me that hurt me.
I tell her, “Make me look handsome”
And she dresses me with sea shells,
Seaweeds, star fish, and shiny pearls.
My mom is the ocean,
With the sand she hugs me,
With the water she caresses me,
And with the air she kisses me.

By Fernando, 1st grade

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My Name

Posted April 3, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Claire – too plain a name to describe,
too simple to remember.
Just when someone tells me
that my name is French for clear,
my thoughts drift to
a blank sheet of
white crisp paper;
still smells like the wood,
but tastes like first grade.

My mom wanted to name me Emily,
a suitable name; it was my grandmother’s,
whom I never met.
So when I think on it, I realize
It’s like a maze of open doors
each leading to a different path
of possibility – but too many to open,
not enough to fill up or close.
The unsureness would leave me in a corner
of a dark closet. Maybe
It’s one of those awful doors.

My name is purple, its brown curls
hitting itself in the face.
It’s defiant, yet not powerful
As it tries to stamp out the light
The darkness of the closet I’m in
screams, constantly calling out
my name.

By Claire, 7th Grade
[photo by allen_entertainment via flickr]

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Skateboard

Posted April 2, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

My skateboard shoots through the air like a comet that drank 20 sodas.
My skateboard is like gold . . . shiny, cool, and priceless.
My skateboard is the swift ocean breeze.
My skateboard can turn on a dime.
My skateboard can grind on the toughest steel.
My skateboard has a grip that you could use as a baseball glove.
My skateboard can jump one zillion school buses.
My skateboard can go faster than time.
My skateboard can do so many tricks
it will make your head spin.
My skateboard is so slick it could be an FBI agent if it wanted.
My skateboard is unbeatable.
My skateboard’s hang time record is 1 year 4 months 8 days 16 minutes and 4 seconds.
Too bad I don’t know how to ride it.
By Evan, 7th grade
[photo by EirikB via flickr]

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Song

Posted April 1, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

You’re wondering if I’m as wild as a tiger,
or cattle stampeding,
a bull kicking very hard.
You want to tell me if I am as wild
as a horse that’s hungry and mad,
a monkey swinging from branch to branch,
a dragon blowing fire.
If I am wild as a fire out of a rocket,
a comet in high speed,
a very strong blizzard.
I’m as wild as a bomb exploding,
lightning striking,
a heart beating fast.

By Shane, 2nd grade

[photo by stephotographs via flickr]

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Get Your Poem a Day YOUR Way 2009

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

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