Morado (Purple)

Posted April 10, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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Morado, te amo
Como si fueras mi novia,
Como si fueras mia:
Coloreame de morado
Como si yo fuera tu uva.

Morado, te amo
Eres recién lavada,
Recién casé en mi vida.

Coloreame de morado
Porque de los más hermosos colores,
Tú eres la mas bella,
Tú eres mi Corazon.

Morado, te veo
En todas partes de las uvas.
Cuando tú no estás,
Siempre pienso en ti
Morado, te extraño.


English translation:

Purple, I love you
As if you were my bride,
As if you were mine;
Paint me purple
As if I were your grape.

Purple, I love you
You have arrived,
You are in my life.

Paint me purple
Because of all the most beautiful colors,
You are the most beautiful,
You are my heart.

Purple, I love you
In all parts of the grape.
When you are not here,
I’m always thinking of you.
Purple, I miss you.

By Christian , age 7

[photo by Stephen pix via Flickr]

Explaining Colors

Posted April 9, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


Red is the color of lava bursting out of a volcano.

Black is the color of a cave where the deadly bats live.

Gray is the color of metal that holds things together.

Brown is the color of mountains high in the sky.

Green is the color of leaves hanging on a tree.

Blue is the color of waves in the sea.

Yellow is the color of the sun out in space.

Purple is the color of wild berries hanging on a bush,

And white is the color of stars high above me.

By Raphael, age 6

[photo by My empress via Flickr]

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Being a Tiger

Posted April 8, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

If Billy Collins could be turned into a library
in one sentence,
perhaps he could transform me into something new:
a book with never-ending pages for me to fill with my thoughts,
a plane, a spaceship that could travel through the galaxy.

I am not bored of my life now, but a little more adventure would be great.
When Kafka writes on his pages and
loops and lines appear,
they turn me into a volcano, a comic book, a bed so I’ll always be comfortable,
or a tiger.

To awaken as a tiger,
I would pass my days in the forest,
drinking from a cool river full of natural water.
I would watch for all prey and leave a size twelve footprint in the ground saying,
“Paws Was Here!”
I would sleep in the trees, hidden in the
leaves, spying on any animal passing under me.
I would run until my legs were numb.

by Parris, age 14


Posted April 7, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Rain falls down


on the ground.


Mommy carries her
kids under the


By Sabre, age 5

[photo by LOlandesevolante via Flickr]

I Am

Posted April 6, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


I am a snake slinking in the sky.
I am the blazing yellow of the sun.
I am a soldier wanting peace.

I am a time line traveling
in the night before dawn.
I am the spiky vine of a plant.

I am a shining pearl in a rough clam.
I am an electric guitar rumbling again.
I am the Milky Way in the world’s well.

By Cecily, age 9

[painting by Marketseq via Flickr]


Posted April 5, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Silence, like anything, is too hard. It’s a nothing.
A word is not silence.
It asks questions. You can hear it.
Mountains are not silence.You can see
them very clearly with their white snow caps.
Wind is not silence. You can feel its calm blow.
A flower is not silence. You can smell it for pure joy.
A cracker is not silence. You can taste its sweetness.
Silence is something so valuable. It is scary.
It turns scarier over time. Silence is inside you.
Even when you yell.
It is always there.
Except at night.
It comes out, gives you chills, ties you in a knot.

By Mackenzie, age 8

[photo by Philippe Saint-Laudy via flickr]

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Baseball: Last Year and Now

Posted April 4, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

baseball-then-and-now.jpgI used to get dirt in my eyes.
I used to miss the ball.
I used to get hit by the ball.
I used to fall down.
I used to hit my head.
I used to go the wrong way.
I used to stare at people.
I used to run out of breath.
I was five.

I don’t get dirt in my eyes.
I don’t miss the ball.
I don’t get hit by the ball.
I don’t fall down.
I don’t hit my head.
I don’t go the wrong way.
I don’t stare at people now.
I have my own jersey.

By Randolphus, age 6
[photo by Kelthortum via Flickr]

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My Little Life

Posted April 3, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Before I was born,
my mom had a rabbit
that died for me to be born.
My dad wanted a thunderstorm
so when I woke I could see
my first rainbow.
On the day I was born,
my mom had drops of water
coming from her eyes. My dad
was so very happy to see
his first daughter.
When I was small,
I always held my lips
in the way I wanted to be kissed.
When I was little,baby-foot.jpg
I liked to scrunch up my toes.
Now I am eight,
and I am happy
to see the world.

By Isabella, age 8

[photo by 10 sec Rule. via flickr]

Holding My Little Sister

Posted April 2, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


I remember one sunny Friday I went to the
hospital with my parents to see my newborn
sister. There was a lady holding my little sister,
and she asked me, “Would you like to hold your
little sister?” I said, “Okay.” While I was
holding my little sister, my mom said, “Why
don’t we take a picture?” The lady took the
picture for us. When I was holding my little
sister, I felt happy that I was a big brother. She
felt really small, and it felt like I could squeeze
her, but I wouldn’t do that. I felt cool about
being a big brother, and one day I can tell my
sister what happened when she was small and I
held her.

By David, age 8

[photo by Stefanie via flickr]

In Our Hands

Posted April 1, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


We, children of the universe,
declare no more wars so
fewer children are orphans.

We, children of the world,
suffer because we
worship big mysteries.

We, children of the poetry,
have the power to
right wrong.

We children are the future,
and we hold destiny
in our hands.

We can change the future.

By Johanna, age 11

[photo by Spacedust2019 via flickr]

Farewell, Poetry Month

Posted May 2, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Thank you for participating in the Writers in the Schools A Poem A Day program. We hope that you have enjoyed reading poems by WITS students during National Poetry Month. Please leave comments on your favorite poems. The students will really appreciate your positive feedback.

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Thank you for celebrating National Poetry Month with WITS. Stay tuned to this blog for more writing from WITS students and writers.

Paradise by Kevin

Posted April 30, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

The boy skips along the beach
In his paradise.

He stops and watches the foaming waves
In his paradise.

A crab scuttles around his feet
In his paradise.

The water laps against his toes
In his paradise.

The sand is his castle now
In his paradise.

He’s the king of all the beach
In his paradise.

He lies down on the sand, and
He’s in his paradise.

by Kevin, 4th grade

The Snake Slithered Through the Garden

Posted April 28, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

The snake slithered through the garden,
The buzz of a bee,
The ribbit of a frog,

The snake slithered through the garden,
The roar of a lion,
The dance of war,

The snake slithered through the garden,
The oak tree whispers in the wind,
The beach’s salty rain poring down,

The snake slithered through the garden,
No where to run,
No where to hide,

The snake slithered through the garden,

The snake slithered through the garden,

The snake slithered through the garden,

The snake slithered through the garden.

Nicole, 9th grade

Sheshonshor (A Chant to Make a Horse Swim)

Posted April 27, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
A horse is trotting over land.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is running faster to the river.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse has jumped off the cliff to the river.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
She is in the water.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
She is swimming on her tummy.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
Hurry, hurry, she is swimming.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
Oh no! The horse is swimming toward the waterfall.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Time has stopped.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Time is back.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is gone.
It is a shame to see it fall.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
It is night. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The ghost of the horse is alive!
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is furious.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.

The horse is trotting to Mexico
where she was born.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.

by Chandler, 3rd grade

Freedom by Bertin

Posted April 26, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

If I could fly
I would see the
top of the forest
and hear the
firm winds blow.
I could fly far
to the top of a
mountain and
see the bottom of the
ocean floor. The
whole world would be
free. There would be
peace and no
judgment. If I could
fly, I would leave my
illness behind and
stay in the sky.

by Bertin, 7th grade

Come with Me by London

Posted April 25, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Come with me
Let’s start a new story
Wake me up
from my past dreams
with the kiss of the future
Walk me to the balcony
Grab me by my hand
Let’s jump out of this bad plan
and maybe we will wind
up in the future
Boom. Are we there?

by London, 12th grade

Mysterious New Orleans by Destiny

Posted April 24, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

It happened all of a sudden like my life was ending in front of me.
Water rushing through the door like surfing on a beach.
Climbing in the attic like dogs starving for food.

We had to walk through dirty water with the wind raging in every person’s ear.
It bothered me and made me want to stop, but I did not give up.

Right now I’m in a safer place in Houston,
but every time I walk by the canals I can see all my family and friends
wading through the water and I cry.
Feels like a piece of my heart is still missing.

And every night I wonder if it will happen to me again,
But instead of living through it, I die.

by Destiny, 6th grade

New Mexico by Liliana

Posted April 23, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.


the sun shining as I walk,
as the water runs out, children splashing each other
tamales my mom makes in the kitchen
watching how delicately she turns them on the stove
cars stopping every second
children trying to earn money by putting fire in their mouths in the streets
going down to get in a train
hearing the motor’s jerking sound
air blowing in my hair as the train passes,
moving place to place,
how beautiful to be home.

by Liliana, 6th Grade

On Turning Nine by Mariella

Posted April 21, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I’m turning nine,
but I still look back and see pictures of me.
I see pictures of my mom going on every field trip I had,
and in every picture I looked into, I saw my mom and me.
I stopped and looked at a picture of my mother and me on a swing.
I saw another picture that made me stop:
I was on a horse.

You tell me that it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten,
that it was very fun to do so many things that I can’t do now.
If you love kids and they ask you to play, think about what you felt
when you asked your parents to play with you.
When I was little I would always pretend I was a witch.

But now I am nine.
I ride bigger horses.
I swing with my legs free.
I’m going to pass up my mom sooner or later.

by Mariella, 4th grade

Song by Anh

Posted April 17, 2007 & filed under Poem of the Day.

The lions are roaring
with temper.

The traffic is running
in terror.

The dolphins are leaping
in happiness.

The people are rushing
to the shop in the market.

I am resting, trying to
get some sleep.

The fire is burning
with fear.

The cars are driving
with speed.

The mother is resting
to sleep.

A girl who wants
to sing,

The world about
to spin,

The wind blushing
in trees,

With my mother,
With me.

by Anh, 3rd grade