Deseos | Wishes

Posted April 10, 2018 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

Ve, nieve mía, y a mi mamá desea
lluvia en el cielo, una corona de cristal,
una perla de agua,
una casa de anillos, una maravillosa vida en su corazón
y un poema en la hoja.
Aquí soñaré para siempre y mis ojos buscarán.
Aquí está el verano, aquí las flores.
Esta es la tierra de la canción.
Aquí están las hermosas rosas.
Esos son los cuentos de la sirena.

Go, my snow, and wish my mom
rain in the sky, a crown of glass,
a pearl of water,
a house of rings, a marvelous life in her heart
and a poem on the page.
Here I will dream forever and my eyes will seek.
Here is the summer, here the flowers.
This is the land of the song.
Here are the beautiful roses.
Those are the mermaid’s stories.

Arely, 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 “Mermaid Princess” by Koke Nunez-Gomez. jamendo.comProduced 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.

Dance

Posted April 9, 2018 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

The puppies glide
across the land
of song
All of them
pearling and swirling
and whirling
for the existence
of
music
is a
trance
the extraordinary
cells of
the song
are
unstoppable
the
curiosity
continuing
is
enough
and the
waves of
music
rage
on
like a
clock
waiting
to strike
upon
the end
as
the waves
of music
cross
the endless
ocean
of
crystal
sky

Catherine, 3rd 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 “Waltzing Circles” by SidewayProduced 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.

Originally posted: October 6, 2017.

Zoom

Posted April 6, 2018 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

Love cries out with joy.
Infinity multiplies forever.
The Earth gets dizzy from spinning.
My friend loves me.
All of these ideas make my heart zoom!

By Isabelle, 1st 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 “High-Speed Racing” by AHP60. jamendo.comProduced 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.

Originally posted: October 6, 2017.

My Mind

Posted April 5, 2018 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

My mind explodes with anger.
My mind shatters like glass.
My mind cries for help.
My mind crumbles into bits.
My mind burns like lava.
My mind gallops like a horse.
My mind mesmerizes everything.
My mind juggles the air.
My mind dives into a black hole.
My mind turns into ash.
My mind dreams of trees.
My mind catapults to earth.
My mind multiplies 15 X 2.
My mind says I love you.

By Sarah, 2nd 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 “Division” by Kevin MacLeod. Incompetech.comProduced 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.

 

2018 Fresh Ink Fiction Contest

Posted April 4, 2018 & filed under Contest, Fiction, News, Notebook, Poem.

Open to young Texas writers, from rising 7th grade through rising 12th grade! Free to apply. Deadline to submit is May 18, 2018.

Hosted by the Texas Book Festival (TBF), the Fresh Ink Fiction Contest encourages middle and high school Texas students to submit a piece of original fiction, no more than 2,000 words in length. This year’s theme is “What Really Happened.” Submitted entries are judged by Texas Book Festival authors, local educators, and leaders in the publishing industry.

Winners receive a cash prize: $250 for first place, $100 for second, and $50 for third. In addition, winners are awarded a plaque, have their stories published on the TBF website, and are invited to participate on a panel during the Texas Book Festival weekend. The Texas Book Festival and the Division of Diversity and Community Engagement provide accommodations for the first place winners and their family for one night.

In order to enter, students must reside in Texas and enter in one of the three divisions: Grades 7-8, Grades 9-10, or Grades 11-12. All entries must be an original piece of fiction. No fan fiction or works containing any plagiarism will be accepted. Entries must be 2,000 words or less, 12-point type, double-spaced, and related to the 2018 Fresh Ink Fiction Contest theme: “What Really Happened.” Judges will look for excellence in use of dialogue, imagery, character development, setting, plot, conflict, and resolution. Each student may only enter one submission and there is no entry fee.

Read past winners work here.

Enter the 2018 Fresh Ink Fiction Contest here.

Six Ways of Looking at a Pepper

Posted & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

I. I, the youngest jalapeño in the Godinich Garden, have seen exactly 70,562,712 dewdrops topple off my olive green leaves.

II. My predators above wait till my body is ripe enough to harvest and consume me for supper.

III. My leaves will shrivel to show I’m declining. A nip in the air shows no water, not even the freezing water the puffs in the air give.

IV. Daisies: good to see ya, rain has come and green peppers are sprouting on my bush.

V. When the sun heats up I tell a joke to Broccoli, my neighbor bush: “What do you do when you get angry? You wish rain would pour to cool your heat!”

VI. Hi, mouth. My name is now “Sausage Noodles with Jalapeños.”

By Julia, 3rd 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 “Sneaky Snitch” by Kevin MacLeod. incompetech.comProduced 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.

 

Strange Place

Posted April 3, 2018 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

As vast sunbirds burn,
Mother Violin maps her lines.
The bizarre, dramatic, air-dive
changes my life, as design eyes
paint vivid pictures in my mind.
What a strange world.
What a strange world.
Invisible toes skip,
and waves follow them, too.
Hair waltz,
snow waltz,
Strange.
Breathtaking, fuzzy animals hike.
They hug, and kiss, live in autumn.
And luxurious, fragile, forests
Shimmer
Strange chocolate stars,
Strange, strange world.

By Isom, 3rd 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 “Port Horizon” by Kevin MacLeod, incompetech.comProduced 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.

 

Deeply Rooted

Posted April 2, 2018 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

I am seed
I am small, but powerful
I am born of fire & water
of desert & ocean
of la tierra de los Aztecas y la jungla de Veraguas
Of parents with humble beginnings to give me
a beginning better than theirs
I am a tree trunk foundation
My foundation is divine, residing in God’s hands in heaven
and built on my mother’s passion & my father’s song
Music runs through my veins.
My crown is full of thoughts, hopes, & dreams
It has the memories of all the family I’ve had
Full of songs to be sung & dreams to be made
Full of light that reaches out to the universe
I am a majestic tree
My roots are Adonis, Flor, my grandparents, my aunts & uncles
They are as deep as the ocean, as high as the mountains
I am deeply rooted in my faith, my culture, mi gente, & my music
Nothing can uproot me

By Angela, 12th 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 “Origins” by Ketsa freemusicarchives.orgProduced 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.

 

Mother’s Life

Posted March 20, 2018 & filed under Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

Lizards skitter around my feet

A bee sings its song and sips from a sunflower

Gravel crunches under my sandals

Flowers of all colors flutter through the air

Grass tickles my ankles

Twigs snap as I stroll

Mud begins to coat the rubber of my shoes

Even dead logs are swimming with life

Hammocks sway in the light breeze

Trees shakily reach for the sky

Sunlight is scattered in the trees

A caterpillar munches on leaves

Nature flows through me

 

-Livi B., 7th grade

Poetic Questionnaire for Valentine’s Day

Posted February 13, 2018 & filed under mentor text, Poem, Student Writing.

Why?

 

1. Why do I always __________ ?

A. Fall in love
B. Fall for the wrong one
C. Sleep
D. Cry

 

2. Why am I always ___________ ?

A. Getting hurt
B. Crying
C. Catching feelings fast
D. Stressed

 

3. Why didn’t he ___________ ?

A. Tell me
B. Show me
C. Love me
D. Love me like he said

 

4. Why are there __________ boys?

A. Unfaithful
B. Stupid
C. Lying
D. Cheating

 

5. Why can’t we just ____________ ?

A. Be together
B. Work it out
C. Love each other
D. Stay together

 

by Dariana, 8th grade

Christmas Tree Tradition

Posted December 29, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

The tree,

Alone,

Standing in the corner

The middle of May

Five months past

Christmas

Me

My sister

Begging for the tree to stay

A bit more

 

It looks so graceful.

It almost feels as if

The tree

My family

We’re all glowing

A deep soft warm

Yellow shimmer

In the spirit of Christmas,

Of all the holidays.

 

So now in the Kim family

It’s a tradition to

Keep the shimmering

Holiday

Spiritful tree

Until March

Or May

To keep the taste of

Christmas cookies

For the pine scent

To linger in the air

With us.

 

by Gayeon, age 10

Found

Posted December 22, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

A nine-year old girl

Face light and smiling

Yet a line of regret on her face

Rushing to hug her mommy

Laughing and laughing and laughing

Because she is so relieved

In the bright and beautiful

shine of the sun

A mother asking, shouting,

“Where have you been?”

In the familiar light

Of her home.

 

by Jiho, age 9

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 21, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Poem, Student Writing.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

from the WITS archives, 2010

A Travel Guide to My Heart

Posted November 20, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem.

 

Welcome to hot, humid Houston. If you travel northeast, you might find a place I love most: my home. You can take a right and find a wonderful white house. It’s so special with my mom, dad, my 5-year old brother, Sam, my 8-day old baby brother, Shepard and my two dogs, Gus and Zeus. Also, two beautiful fish used to live there, but they died.

Come with me and travel west. You’ll find my most beloved grandmother and grandfather. You’ll find them in a red brick house. Please travel east. A candy shop awaits! I could eat all the candy. If I could, I would spend tons and tons of hours eating chocolate. Come up North, flying high in the sky. See clouds as you pass by. Then you’ll see a paradise where you can relax. I will play in the pool all day long. It is a place I call Florida.

by Nellie, 1st grade

Minute Maid Park

Posted October 13, 2017 & filed under Event, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

Minute Maid

Saturday!

Five forty five  A.M.

Screaming, booming

Jose Altuve, Orbit, Carlos Correa

Play games, eat ice-cream

Two months!

Happy.

by Anthony,  2nd grade

Houston

Posted September 22, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing, WITS People.

Summer melting

into Fall

a perfect morning

letting the wind

wash over you

on the porch.

Lime Ice

reminds you

that the sweaty

days are over.

You enter

the realm

of cool breezes.

Gleeful children

run through

the streets

laughing,

returning home

to dinner,

garden fresh.

 

by Lila, 5th grade

WITS Student Writes Poem of Hope to the City of Houston

Posted August 30, 2017 & filed under News, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

This morning, we received a touching gift – a poem written by one of our Writers in the Schools (WITS) students, Eshaan.

Eshaan, a 6th grader, crafted this poem during the course of his family’s journey through Harvey, and offers it up to the city of Houston as a way of bringing everyone together with words of hope.

Starting this week, WITS is volunteering at shelters to help more of our young neighbors tell their stories, because storytelling is healing, and we are #houstonstrong.

Hurricane Harvey: A Terrifying Tempest

Daily gales gossip of terror,
And tornadoes clone as if in infinite mirrors,
God watches over us though,
And as the winds blow,
He oversees,
Cities turning into seas.

I feel helpless,
As I pray for victims’ wellness.
Distraught and crying,
Kin of victims sighing,
Why is Mother Nature so cruel?

One minute there is sunrise,
The next moment you hear cries,
Young babies,
Old ladies,
All trapped in this haplessness.

A second Noah’s Ark,
God tells us to hark!
Batten down the hatches,
And as He snaps trees like matches,
Remember we are all one.

As bombs explode,
And tears flow,
Those on cloud seven,
Come down from heaven.
As barrages fire,
All unite in this horrid quagmire.

As we come together,
We will remake Houston for the better.
Resurrection is impossible,
But together we make it possible.
Harvey left distraught in his wake,
Many a person who stay awake.
If we unite as one,
We can get rebuilding done.

Neighbors help neighbors,
And the common man labors.
The hand hardened from oaring,
Helpful souls soaring.
911 is overworked,
As residents do their tornado homework.

We must pray,
And not stray,
Stay calm and strong,
For I believe God will see us through this storm.

By Eshaan

Death

Posted August 5, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

Death is not

a tall figure dressed

in black.

It doesn’t have an intimidating

black cloak

or a skull for a face,

and it doesn’t bear a scythe to kill you.

We shouldn’t have to see Death as

this monster,

this scary,

violent,

ruthless

monster.

Maybe if we saw

Death

in a different light, not as a scary

entity, but as a small

but strong,

kitten

with dark–but not black–fur

and large, white, caring eyes,

we wouldn’t be so afraid

when Death crawls into our laps

to take us away.

 

by Cheyenne, 7th grade

My Diary of the Human Form

Posted August 1, 2017 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Day One

The human form communicates with the mouth.

Day Two

The human form has a very round head.

Day Three

The human form has body types.

Day Four

The human form has different types

of fun and toys.

Day Five

Their planet has grass. They have

cheeseburgers and fries. They have weird names like

Ja’Sanderia.

Day Six

This is my final day on planet Earth.

I will stay at what they call the beach.

 

by Ja’Sanderia, 4th grade

The Warrior

Posted July 27, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

 

The fire beside her was freshly

Lit and crackling. He stood there,

Above her sleeping body,

Quiet and waiting,

Waiting for her to awake from her

Peaceful sleep. The last

Dose of sunlight shone

On her face. Before, he too,

Went to sleep for the night,

He stood there thinking,

Thinking of what chaos would come

After this silent morning.

“Why am I doing this?”

Unable to find the answer,

He stood there watching,

Watching her and waiting.

 

by Mary, 10th grade