a whisper,
a sigh,
a dream
a sweet,
sweet hug
a rainbow
you see,
after a cool rain
a soft cloud,
a white wind,
a memory that lingers
By Thalia, 1st grade
Image by Olya Adamovich from Pixabay
Things
Posts Categorized: Poem
A Student Poem for Earth Day
Hope for the World
(Inspired by a Mark Rothko Painting)
Anger, what has our world become?
Pollution, smoking, and all sorts of bad
Things. What has our world become?
As Earth orbits the sun, as more time
Passes, anger conquers our
World. What has our world become?
Look at our oceans. There’s trash
As far as the eye can
See. What has our world become?
You hear sounds of anger
All around. Even you have felt the
Pain. What has our world become?
But do you see that white line?
That is hope. Hope for our world.
So, as you look around, ask yourself,
“What can I do to help this world
To conquer anger, as it did conquer us?”
By Sophie, 4th grade
Star Bright, Star Light
I looked up into the sky,
And saw a young star.
I asked the star to speak to me
of freedom,
And the star replied,
Nothing in the world will
ever be given to you, Gabe.
Everything, you must fight for.
You see…the world will put
chains with locks on you…
And everything you love.
To find freedom, find the key.
To find happiness, overcome depression and anxiety.
To find yourself, accept your identity.
To love your family, accept your culture.
To be free, find the key.
Fight for your freedom.
by Gabe, 12th grade
The Friend Flower
Someone brought me a sunflower.
Bright yellow like shiny gold.
The fragile petals tickle my hand.
My heart fills up with seeds starting to sprout.
Someone brought me a sunflower
and I put it in my hair.
By Helen, 2nd grade
Hope for the World (Inspired by a Mark Rothko Painting)
Anger, what has our world become?
Pollution, smoking, and all sorts of bad
Things. What has our world become?
As Earth orbits the sun, as more time
Passes, anger conquers our
World. What has our world become?
Look at our oceans. There’s trash
As far as the eye can
See. What has our world become?
You hear sounds of anger
All around. Even you have felt the
Pain. What has our world become?
But do you see that white line?
That is hope. Hope for our world.
So, as you look around, ask yourself,
“What can I do to help this world
To conquer anger, as it did conquer us?”
By Sophie, 4th grade
Dear 14-Year-Old Valeria
Dear 14-Year-Old Valeria
A poem for you:
Singing is your favorite melody.
You found out what friendship means and where it lights up.
Everyone and everything inspires you to keep moving on.
So keep moving on.
The day and night are your best companions.
You see the world as not dangerous but as freedom
and if you ever speak up, know that it’s going to change
how you live and who you are.
You want to be free and escape to a place of delight.
As day and night combine, you will light up the sky.
By Valeria, 5th grade
What a Poem Is
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 Elementary
Blessings for our Janitor
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 you don’t belong.
May the universe support you.
May your house be full of ideas.
And finally, may you have a Merry Christmas.
by Galeairy, 2nd grade
#blessings #inspiredbyjasonmraz #haveitall #wits
All About Wendy and Wind
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 is a chick. Her chick is named Wind. The chick is blue like the water, but Wind does not like water. She loves cupcakes and land.
Wendy and Wind like to play together and be nice to all the people. Wendy makes hurricanes because she wants water for Wind to take a bath. She surrounds everything so Wind will get wet. Wind is sad when Wendy make hurricanes, and feels sorry for all the people that have to leave, all for taking a bath. Wind also feels embarrassed. But Wendy is sometimes sad, because Wind doesn’t want to take a bath.
By Lizbeth, 2nd Grade
Moon
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 fly by your rocky, hard, dusty, round ground.
I can’t finish,
I don’t want to give away a secret that means the most.
The past was too important to ruin the memory.
Put me down,
so the sun can wake me up.
by Hayden, 4th grade
Famous Author
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 than I ever have before.
The picture stares back at me
waiting.
By Caitlyn, 7th grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by MacKenzie, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Balloons Rising” by A.A.Aalto. freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
Perfect Square
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 on KPFT 90.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Hearts Aflutter” by Podington Bear. freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
BEFORE (two koi fish in water)
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 off scaled arms like merman preparing for battle. Drape him
in tadpoles- a garland to keep. See that collection of freckles
by his elbow? It’s almost a constellation. Call it filtered sunshine on teenage boy
& it won’t come home with him.
An ink blot blossoms in the water. Looks like a smudge of blood on a war photographer’s lens
except there’s no war here. This is the moment –frozen– just
before.
By Rukmini Kalamangalam, Youth Poet Laureate
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 “Japanese Bagoda with Reflection in Water” by Lena Orsa. jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
Me pregunto | I Wonder
¿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 lenta?
¿Trabajan la leche y el pan para dormir a una persona?
¿Y a las margaritas les agradezco por su rey?
¿Entre los pájaros posados en el nido cuál es el mejor?
Why don’t the enormous motorcycles go to Hollywood?
What is the noisy whale that always goes to sing?
Where did the rose leave its sweet aroma?
Is there anything sadder in the world than dead trees?
Who screamed with joy when the color pink was born?
How did the slow doll’s little house find its freedom?
Do milk and bread work together to make a person sleep?
And do I thank the daisies for their king?
Among the birds sitting in the nest which one is the best?
By Ashley, 3rd grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Jackson, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Puzzle” by Fresh Body Shop. jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
Bones
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 made of milky white bones
Picked up my phone made of bones and listened to the voicemail made of bones because her voice was no more
I cling to the bones
Bullets of bones
Bones under the floorboards
Bones growing backwards
I held your hand and you told me it was bones
Warm bone it was
Warm. So warm.
By Mia, 8th 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 “Skeleton in da Wardrobe” by ZRZ Beats. jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
White Blossom Flower
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. jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
Ocean
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, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Ocean Time Blues” by Septahelix. ccmixter.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
The Healer
(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 I put seed on the ground,
they still will not come out.
I wait for an hour, maybe two,
but they just peck at my cage.
Mary, help me! I feed the birds
a tuffin. Rejected.
My relationship with the birds
has given me a rib cage
and a chest full of feathers.
My cane is made of bird feet!
You must help me.
My cape is torn because of their beaks.
By Helena, 4th grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Nice Bird” by Short Hopper. ccmixter.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
My Voice
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 future is a square, grass green cactus storing lots of water inside for droughts.
Her hair is a slide, so slick, silky and slippery, I fly down.
By Sadie, 4th grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Ella, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Talk to the Wind” by @nop. ccmixter.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.
Celebrate #NationalPoetryMonth with Pop-Up Poetry at H-E-B
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 the softness of flowers. The next time you’re shopping at any of these locations, go on a scavenger hunt with your family to see if you can find them all!
If you’re at H-E-B San Felipe location, check out the “poet-tree” where you can add your own words to the tree. This is a DIY version of the poet-trees at Eleanor Tinsley Park created in partnership with artist Nicola Parente and The Buffalo Bayou Partnership. Be thanks to Meagan, Community Coordinator at San Felipe for the DIY poet-tree. It looks beautiful!
Thank you to Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and Copy.com for your in-kind support of our pop-up poetry. And thank you to H-E-B Tournament of Champions for supporting public poetry for National Poetry Month!