Love Poem for a Cloud

Posted May 20, 2016 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

In the morning when the sun rises I imagine you

as someone I love who has passed away.

My eyes hunt for you when I am sad or mad.

I cherish your lovely whiteness.

You make my eyes water with happiness.

I adore your fluffiness that is softer than a dog.

Nothing will separate us, not even the wind that howls.

Our love is stronger than a lollipop.

I cherish you like a dog who cuddles with me.

In the evening I look up into the dark sky to find you.

I wait to read you a book.

By Kennedy, 2nd Grade

Love Poem for a Tree

Posted February 23, 2016 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

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Love Poem for a Tree

(Inspired by Pablo Neruda)

By Ms. Siegel’s Class

In the morning your branches wave in the wind.

My eyes hunt for your beauty–you’re something no one has ever noticed.

I cherish your gorgeous trunk that reaches to the clouds.

I adore your green leaves that sway in the sky.

Nothing will separate us, not a wall of stone or a strong hurricane.

Our love is fiercer than an army at war.

I will never leave behind your rough bark.

I will treasure you more than gold and emeralds and iPads.

In the evening when I walk by, you will smile at me, and I will hug you.

Here I Love You

Posted February 1, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.


Here I love you
in the place I am staying

Here I love you
with my heart burning like a volcano

Ice freezy oceans,
and joy wandering
while I stay in front of this breezy
place, far away from you,
and the dragon in my heart rises

Your “yes” saying could save me

It could banish the dragon
deep in me
when you want to marry me and
(I hope you do!)
It is the only way to conquer me.
Your touch, your kiss
could destroy the wind away
But right now
I’m just out in this breezy
Playground, alone.

by Ismail, 4th grade

I Wonder

Posted February 14, 2014 & filed under Notebook.

Who knows when the rain is coming?
What in the world are you doing?
Where do birds go in winter?
And when are you coming back?
How much money does a flying car cost?
Does Mars have aliens?
How many aliens are in space?
Why does the rain cool?
Why am I not sitting with you
on this pretty Valentine’s Day?

by Omar, 2nd grade

Illustration by Patrick Moberg

When I Think of You

Posted September 30, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

When I think of you

my face tingles

my feet tremble

the world turns red

and bursts into lights

When I think of you

trains stop

cars honk

and my eyes open

like envelopes

By Lily, 7th grade

To Live Without

Posted April 10, 2013 & filed under Poem of the Day.


To live without air,

to live without water,

I would love to love you,

but a little less.

To live without you is like

A fish that lives without water.

Give me your attention:

A bird that flies without the sky,

A flower that grows without the earth,

To live without your love

Is to live without living.

By Margaret, 2nd Grade


Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Jordan Dora, an 8th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.

This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem a Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more. 

Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.  

Where Is Love?

Posted June 19, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

I look across the sky

and wonder where is love?

If you see me,

will you see me

again and again?
The yellow sun may be
my only companion.
I run from the chilly
pain of unknowing.
Always remember me
A rock, a flower.
By Aderial, 8th grade


Posted April 27, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

If there is a cat on your head


If there is a feather in your spaghetti


If there are ants in your pants

freak out

If there is love in your heart

pass it on.

By Johana, 4th grade

Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Kathryn Chavez, a 4th grade student at Parker Elementary in Houston.


This poem is featured as part of the 2012 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.

Very Valentine

Posted February 14, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

You may be racing to trouble

Slivers of glass, open the door

Under the sun, across utopia

What you can’t see, you may not be.

Imagine new worlds inspired

Think bigger

Behind closed doors, I’m taking control.

Desire, I’m in your life

Watch and learn.


by Richard, 11th grade

(image created with typoGenerator)

Dear Tristan

Posted December 3, 2011 & filed under Notebook.


I am just sitting here on the slide
watching the clouds pass by,
thinking of you. I miss your vibrant
colored shoes. I miss how your elegant
voice said to me, “I love you.”
I miss your brown glossy eyes. I miss
your loose bangs. I miss how you kept me
from danger. I miss how you looked at me
whenever you were mad. You were always
taller than me, like mom and dad.
You are like a dress in a one-of-a-kind store.
If you were here, I would be much happier.

by Sabrina, 3rd grade

Not in Love

Posted November 18, 2011 & filed under Notebook.


You said you loved me

but now I know to

listen to you with

my head and not my

heart, that muscle

that brings me life

but also a bunch of


By Desiree, 9th grade

Capture My Heart

Posted February 25, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

Is this the whole picture?
Or is it just the start?
Is this the way you love me?
You’re capturing my heart.

I used to try and walk as one,
but I’ve begun to grow.
When you tell me just to rest,
I’m finally letting go.

I let go,
and I’m here to stay.
I know nothing can separate us;
I know I’m okay.

You cradle me gently,
I know I’m not alone.
Wrapped in your arms,
I’m home.

I’m seeing so much clearer,
looking through your eyes.
I could never find a safer place,
even if I tried.

All the times I’ve needed you,
you’ve never left my side.

I’m here to stay.

By Alyssa, 2nd Grade

Photo by Norfolk Belle via Flickr

I’m Your Man

Posted February 13, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Your style is natural like
The world
Your eyes have meaning
New time traditions
Your heart runs
Around me

By Timothy, 9th grade
[photo by Yess via flickr]

Much Love

Posted February 5, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

I love you
With a love
That isn’t love
Which is a
Different love
From the depth of
Love that
Is from me
The most
Soul ever
In the time
Of history

I love you
Like the sun
Loves to warm the
Plants I love
You so much
I would go to
The breadth
Of the universe

When you walk
Your body moves
To the music of
Love in my soul
I love you so
That I write until
I have no more hands

By Damien, 6th grade
[photo by farawla foshya via flickr]

Ode to a Rose

Posted January 26, 2009 & filed under Notebook.


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the wall with rose. the model of India Gate with roses at Lalbagh flower show 2010 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The flaming red
flower with a healthy
stem spreads love and
passion throughout
the world, until the
cold winter comes and
takes the love and
passion away. As the
flower droops more and
more, the leaves fall and
the flower rots. But first,
the flower spreads its seeds
blown by the wind,
so there will be more
passion and love to
do the same thing,
again and again.

By Austin, 3rd grade

Love is the Mother Penguin

Posted September 5, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Love is the mother penguin.emperor-penguins-pencil-drawing-by-poyee-lam
It is when she leans to her chicks,
The baby penguins cuddle to her,
That makes her happy.

Love is the father penguin.
It is as he dives faithfully for food,
The chicks wait expectantly.

Love is the chicks.
It is when they go to their parents for warmth.

It is a loving family.

By Lauren, 6th grade
[pencil drawing by Poyee Lam via flickr]

Love is Care

Posted July 29, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Love is care, hugs and kisses.
Love means that if somebody hugs or kisses you then that means that they love you.
(Love means you are loved.)

My hands are as small as soft balls.
My hands are as soft as a marshmallows.

by Abby, 2rd grade

[photo Harpagornis via flickr]

Someone I Love

Posted April 14, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


My mother talks like an angel.
My mother is the one who makes me food every day,
who gives me a kiss at night
and energy every day.
My mother is the one who paints
and draws with me in the morning,
the person who is always happy
when I have hundreds,
the one who says to me in Spanish
you are my treasure chest
and the person who asks me how was your day?
My mom is a person who has very long hair
like the tail of a pony,
and a person who likes to wear earrings and pink shirts.
My mom is the person who has the prettiest eyes
on the planet,
the person who goes to church and sings,
that’s the person I care about and love;
that’s my cool mom.

By Irma, age 9

(photo by Mngl via flickr)

Tell Me About Your Heart

Posted February 13, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Every Valentine’s day, I feel laurenlevyinundated with images of hearts. Construction paper heart cutouts decorate classrooms and hallways, and it feels as if I can’t walk into any sort of shop without being bombarded by floating balloon hearts, candy-filled cardboard hearts, ceramic cup hearts, tiny candy conversation hearts, stuffed fabric hearts. In all their material glory, these saccharine proxies for love never adequately reflect the complexity of what our own hearts contain.

And so it was that about two years ago, I was delighted to see a beautiful untitled sculpture by native Texas artist Lauren Levy which featured a red button heart that bloomed pencil stubs. The inspiring play of delicacy, strength, preciousness and the everyday enchanted me; this image had captured something of what my heart really felt like.

I kick myself every day for not finding a way to purchase that sculpture. However, this artwork did inspire me to ask my young writers what they imagined their own hearts could be made of. With some consideration, these writers produced Valentine-themed poems much more interesting –and dare I say, more heartfelt— than the stock “Roses are red, violets are blue” Valentine chants. Here is one young girl’s response:

My Heart’s Expressions

My heart is a quiet room
filled with candles. My heart
is red and pink unique
buttons. My heart is a tiny
egg wanting to burst out,
with sounds of little baby
puppies whimpering for milk.
My heart is a pocket for
people I love. My heart is
a place for red juicy punch.tria
My heart is a purple silk
ribbon waiting to be untied.

by Audie, 2nd grade

posted by Tria Wood, Writers in the Schools

Red Cheeks

Posted June 12, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

My mom’s cheeks get red when she falls in Love.
She fell in love with my dad when she first saw him.
This is how it happened:
First my dad saw another man bothering her,
So my dad went over there and said, “Stop bothering her!”
My mom said thank you and her cheeks got red.
My dad’s did too, and he told my mom,
“I will pick you up tomorrow between 5:00 pm and 6:30.”

by Paola, 3rd grade
(painting by Adrian Wallet, via flickr)