Some Days I Don’t Know

Posted February 25, 2015 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

windowSome days I don’t know

If I’m inside looking out or outside looking in

If I’m the size of an atom or the size of the universe

If I’m black or if I’m white

Some days I don’t know who I am

By Jacob, 10th Grade

Former WITS Writers Read at Blaffer Art Museum Innovation Series

Posted February 10, 2015 & filed under Event, Fiction, News, Poem, WITS People.

Don’t miss former WITS writers Lacy, Nancy, Jameelah, and David at the upcoming Blaffer Art Museum Innovation Series event on Feb. 17, 4 p.m.
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Here is information about this special series from the Blaffer website:

In both the arts and the sciences, if we do our jobs well, it never leads to a final answer — always to more questions.” — Janet Biggs

The Blaffer Art Museum Innovation Series is the most ambitious lineup of public programs the museum has ever organized around a single exhibition. Janet Biggs: Echo of the Unknown features works inspired by the artist’s memories of the effects of Alzheimer’s on family members. Combining video, sound and objects, this multidimensional exhibition draws on heroic stories of public figures coping with the disease and research conducted with neurologists and geoscientists to raise fundamental questions about how we become—and lose our sense of—who we are.

Designed to amplify the exhibition’s role as a catalyst for cross-disciplinary learning, the series’ lectures, presentations, gallery talks and interactive programs will highlight collaborations across the UH community and beyond.

Please attend “Memory & Identity: Five Writers Talk about the Difficult & Dynamic Relationship Between the Two” with Peter Turchi, author of A Muse & A MazeLacy M. Johnson, author of The Other SideNancy Pearson, author of Two Minutes of LightJameelah Lang, Ph.D candidate, UH Creative Writing Program; & David Stuart MacLean, author of The Answer to the Riddle is Me: A Memoir of Amnesia.

Yosemite Park

Posted January 20, 2015 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

I see a beautiful Grand Canyon-like cliff.

Sparkly emerald-colored trees.

I see a shimmery blue stream.

I hear the fresh breeze blowing through the trees.

I hear the stream’s gently rushing water.

I feel cold refreshing liquid on my fingers

as I run my hand through the stream.

I smell the sweet crisp green grass.

I smell the carefully dripping mother rain

as it falls on my arms. I taste the fruits

from the fruit-bearing trees in Yosemite Park.

I taste the sprinkling rain on my tongue.
by Kate, 3rd Grade

Ode to My Bike

Posted December 23, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

You are a strong, steel body
That rose from the dead.
The bike that survived
Decades of ride.
The soul of a factory bike
That is dependable.
You have seen a lot of things
Since 1948.
The bike that once rotted into
The ground it came from.
The quality you can feel
In the one-piece body.

By Jon
4th Grade

Arco Iris (Rainbow)

Posted December 22, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Esta mañana vino el arco iris,

lleno de colores

pero la lluvia lo espantó con

su pelo de agua y

su vestido de nieve.

El lugar favorito del arco iris es la playa,

se baña en el mar y con un niño baila,

sus manos de colores.

Se despierta a la una de la mañana:

en el parque canta y con su amiga juega.

Ella quiere jugar contigo,

la nieve es su amiga preferida.

Su mascota mariposa es muy bonita.

En la escuela disfruta quebrando las reglas,

se siente triste por el viento.

Su pelo es de color de oro,

y sus pies como la plata,

en la noche con las estrellas canta.

¿Y tu amiga canta?

 

~
Rainbow

 

The rainbow came this morning,

filled with colors

the rain scared her away

with her hair of water

and her dress of snow.

The beach is rainbow’s favorite place,

with a young boy she dances

and in the ocean she bathes her colorful hands.

She wakes up at 1:00 am:

in the park she plays and sings.

She wants to play with you

and her favorite friend, the snow.

Her pet is a pretty butterfly.

In school, she breaks all the rules,

feeling sorry for the wind.

Her feet are silver

and her hair is gold;

she sings with the stars at nighttime.

Does your best friend also sing?
by Madeline, 3rd Grade

Corazón

Posted December 19, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Porque te tengo en mis ojos.
Porque te pienso en El Salvador.
Porque eres el cielo, y eres muy amable.
Porque eres la miel del cielo de mi familia.
Porque existes mejor en mis manos
Y yo te tengo aquí a mi lado.
Estés donde tu estés siempre estarás
conmigo
Y te amaré con todo mi corazón.

~

 

Heart

Because I have you in my eyes,
Because I think of you in El Salvador,
Because you are the sky and very loving,
Because you are the honey of heaven for my
family,
Because you exist better in my hands,
and I need you here by my side,
Where ever you are,
You will always be with me,
And I will love you with all my heart.

by Katherine, 1st Grade

Where I’m From

Posted December 18, 2014 & filed under Poem.

I am from
El Salvador
and the cold place, Washington D.C.
I am from my mom’s stomach &
the dirt

I am from
vegetable
soup with a shrimp flavor,
and vanilla ice cream

When I was born
I was made of
dirt,
trees,
dogs,
sun-colored horses,
water,
flowers & air

I am from
checkers,
tag,
Tic-Tac-Toe &
pillow fights

I am from
the Earth.

And I am happy for
being all these things.

 

by Giselle, 3rd grade
originally published 2007

Teen Poetry Contest: Write Poems Inspired by Art!

Posted December 5, 2014 & filed under Contest, Poem.

Here is an exciting EKPHRASTIC POETRY contest for teens, ages 13-19. It is organized by Public Poetry in partnership with the Museum of Fine Arts Houston, and it is FREE to enter for teens. So, plan a visit to the museum today and get inspired! Below are the guidelines to write and submit your work. You can view online the five pieces of art that will serve as inspiration for your original poetry.

artwork-detail EKPHRASTIC POETRY may include literal descriptions of a work of art, the poet´s mood in response to a work of art, metaphorical associations inspired by a work of art, or personal memories about a work of art.

Eligibility: All teens, age 13-19, (as of September 8, 2014) are eligible.

  • Deadline Extended: Poems must be received by midnight on December 15th, 2014.

No Entry Fee: FREE


Complete information available here.

There is also a competition for adults.

 

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 24, 2014 & filed under 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

Slam with Us – Friday, November 21st

Posted November 19, 2014 & filed under Event, Poem.

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The next Meta-Four Houston event will be the Orbit Slam on Friday, November 21st, 6 pm at MECA.

Meta-Four Houston offers free writing and performance workshops every second Friday of the month at Discovery Green (1500 McKinney 77010)

AND

Every third Friday of the month at MECA (1900 Kane 77007)

Students ages 13-19 are welcome! It’s FREE.

Jump!

Posted November 17, 2014 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

When I’m scared, I jump

That’s what my grandma told me

Don’t let anything make you scared

Be brave

Jump, jump, jump!

By Alaisha, 4th Grade

Once

Posted November 10, 2014 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

Once I was the wind.
I swayed in the trees.
My friends were in the air.
I pushed leaves and I blew flowers
and the flowers fell to the ground.
I heard birds chirping.
I pushed the wood chips on the playground
where the kids were playing
and I whistled by,
flying in the breeze.

by Ava, 1st grade
Writers in the Schools (WITS)

I Have a Voice

Posted October 31, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

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My voice gallops like a horse through thunder.

My voice echoes like a mad sea in a storm.

My voice chants for Big Red as he crosses the finish line.

My voices whispers like a strong wind in the night.

My voice sings like a robin in the dust.

by Carrie, age 8

Happiness

Posted October 28, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

 

Twisting, turning inside
This is not the end
I have hope, a purpose
Black field of scars
I will survive
I will turn onto the
white road of happiness.

By Alanna, 17

Don’t Be Afraid

Posted October 15, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

Don’t be afraid
to tumble into a
blue future

Don’t assume that my
fear tiptoes or that
you can hear whispers of
lies, cheating, and cries

My determination
will leap forth into
an ocean of dreams

After the light dreams
blossom into laughs, joy,
passion, and hope.
 

By Alonzo, age 18

Star Song

Posted October 10, 2014 & filed under Poem.

The sun rises in the

morning, and one star rises
in the night. It’s bright.

When it’s morning, the
star falls into the sea and
has a great trip
to the ocean. Every day it
travels to different
places and comes back in
the night.

I think you can hear the
star. It’s bright and
never stops singing.

By Yangle, age 10

I Cry Because

Posted October 9, 2014 & filed under Poem.

I cry because

happiness is a harder concept

to grasp than sorrow.

Sorrow greets me as an old friend,

fondly reminding me of my mistake.

We reminisce over a bottle

of melancholia and a plate of regret,

leaving me with yet another notch on my belt

of nights; And days I come to school

with blood-shot eyes and a quivering lip.

by Erick, 10th Grade

San Juan

Posted October 6, 2014 & filed under Poem.

It’s like a fortress.
In old San Juan
the conquistadors
used to be there.
There’s a port
with cruises.
You can smell
the sea. There are
a lot of shops
with vendors and
you can sometimes
see performers
with cockatoos
and parrots like
from Pirates
of the Caribbean,
blue and yellow.
And the cockatoo
is white with
a yellowish tip.
You also see
lots of stray dogs
and cats but not
too many. Some
places you can
feed the birds.
One time I held
out my hand
and a bunch
of pigeons came
and covered my
hands and head.
I’m glad they
didn’t poop.
And then there’s
the “morrow”
which is like
a giant field
with a fortress
by the sea.
At the morrow
you can fly kites
and do festivities.
Recently there was
a festival for cats
and dogs and there
were about sixty
animals. I couldn’t go
because I just got out
of the hospital.
There are many
old buildings, many
historical buildings.

by Victor, 11th grade

Falling

Posted September 23, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

I’m falling into this weather

like a leaf

I’m tumbling and floating

on air

It’s my favorite time of year

By Chelsea, 3rd Grade

Virgo Girl

Posted September 22, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

I’m a Virgo girl

a little self-centered and critical

picky about everything under the sun

annoyed by incompetence

skeptical about you, yes you

but you want me around

because I’m smart and practical

a storehouse of information

a powerhouse of energy

and yes, I can do it all,

on time and perfectly because

I’m a Virgo girl.

By Shelly, 7th grade