Blue

Posted April 30, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

12 pale silhouettes dancing
in a moonlit courtyard
glistening under a gossamer fog.
That is why the sky is blue. A rather
odd remark. The silhouettes were clouds
swaying in the moonlit courtyard of the sky.
The low, gossamer fog danced, made blue
silhouettes resembling the sky.
The sky danced in the tall, pale cedar tree
that shined like the gray chimes that
hung from it. In the magnolia tree,
flowers blooming with small petals
curling in circles like the sky in
which the blue world began.

By Zoe, 4th grade
[photo by kevin dean via flickr]

Originally published on July 8, 2009.

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Houston Music

Posted April 27, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

I hear…
girls laughing with deep voices like men.
clapping like you’re at church.
Lydia talking softly like rats at night.
birds chirping like they are talking.
hammers beating like a giant stomping.
airplane vrroooooming like an eighteen wheeler.
truck squeaking like a rubber duck.
These are the sounds of the Third Ward.

By Chelsea, 4th grade
[photo by tewink via flickr]

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Advice to Myself

Posted April 26, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Click above to hear Daazmen read his poem.

 

Don’t sit down and watch TV all day
every day. Go outside and play basketball
with some friends and have a great time.
Don’t stay home watching Family Guy
or Sports Center and wishing you
are that LeBron James guy or the next
A-Rod or whoever.
Go make progress.
Go make things happen
like things have never happened before.

By Daazmen, 8th grade

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Before and After: The Journey

Posted April 23, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I smell paint,
……..water,
…………….smoke,
……………………candles.
I taste water,
……..sadness,
…………….ink.
I see blotches of ink and paint,
……..faces in doorways,
…………….fires,
……………………numbers floating.
I hear crying in the wind,
……..rain,
…………….dirt,
……………………flames.
I am in a city wrecked by a hurricane.
……..Trees I have known
…………….blown over.
Several houses
……..knocked down.
Patches of grass and flowers are still left.
Almost everything is wet.
Some people have no food or water.
……..You can taste the fear in the air.
I am now in a very colorful place.
Kids are laughing and playing at school.
No sense of sadness
……………………Anywhere.
There are poems on buildings
And flowers blooming.

By Abby, 3rd grade
[photo by Melinda Applegate via flickr]

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Earth, Teach Me

Posted April 22, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

Earth, teach me to fly like the birds
And to love like them because they sing to everyone
Earth, teach me to grow like the trees and grow up to make paper
And to be tall like them so I can play basketball
Earth, help me camouflage and hide like all the clever animals
Earth, help me to be strong like the bear
And teach me to turn different colors like the leaves of fall
Earth, I just want to be silly like the squirrels that have no worries
As they run around and run around looking for acorns.

By Amos, 3rd grade
[photo by NASA from Apollo mission]

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The Space Between Spaces

Posted April 21, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

I am a person who stays in your head when I’m not there because
I am the shield of a hero. Not the frail wooden kind that burns and splinters
but the sturdy metal kind
that stays on your side, used when needed.
I play it safe.
Unlike the sharp sword that cuts everything in its path,
Things are never what they seem with me.
I am the variegation of zebra stripes moving in every direction,
Leading to the open holes in which the intertwined laces lie.
I am the purple in the eye, but not the shimmering glint –

Because I am the space between spaces.

By Rebecca, 7th grade
[Photo by Tarrask via flickr]

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Grandma

Posted April 20, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

It’s hot here, so far from Managua.
The sun fell out of the raining clouds.
And now I’m drinking lemonade.
The ice clinks into the sound
of kids screaming down
slides and in the pools.
The sea is a light blue
like the sky over your house
in the afternoons.
My hotel is named Atlantis,
but I’m not going to sink into the ocean.

By Miguel, 3rd grade

 

Originally published on December 14, 2009.

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Para el niño que no esta fuerte (To the Child Who is Not Strong)

Posted April 19, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Para el niño que no esta fuerte,
amigo, levántate del sillón,
y súbete a la montaña
más grande del mundo,
y yo te voy a esperar
arriba de la montaña.
Demuéstrale al mundo
que tienes más fuerza
que un huracán.
No digas que no sirves
para nada.
Si tu quieres,
te puedo dar mis manos fuertes.
Jamás, amigo,
dejes tus sueños en la basura.
~
To the child who is not strong,
my friend, get up from the couch,
and climb the highest mountain
in the world,
and I will wait for you
on top of the mountain.
Show the world
that you are much stronger
than a hurricane.
Do not say that you are not
worth anything.
If you want,
I can give you my strong hands.
Never, my friend,
throw your dreams away in the trash.

By Alejandro, 3rd grade
[photo by NinaMeyers via flickr]

Originally published on May 20, 2009.

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Space

Posted April 15, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I whisper to my mom.
I whisper to her about space.
I say that there are eight planets.
I tell her that there are stars.
I say there are galaxies.
I tell her that I like space.
My mom tells me
that she likes space too.

By Aneesh, 3rd grade
[photo by NASAJPL via flickr]

Originally published February 17, 2010.

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Quetzalcoatl

Posted April 14, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I, the star god,
Take bones from the
Underworlds of past times
To create mankind.
Xanath, meaning star,
Another story for
Another night. Tomorrow’s
Sun will be here to wake
Us up soon enough.
Let us go to our mats
Now and sleep
As the stars up above.
A shining light,
The light of the night.

By Lorena, 6th grade

Originally published on November 17, 2009.

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Mi caja mágica (My Magic Box)

Posted April 13, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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En mi caja mágica, yo quiero poner
la sonrisa de mi hermana chiquita,
el sabor de un chocolate o dulce rico,
y el recuerdo de la Navidad y el olor de las galletas dulces
que mi mamá hizo para mí.
En mi caja, quiero guardar el sonido
de los pajaritos que cantan.
Y quiero guardar el momento
cuando mi mamá ganó
un trofeo en su trabajo.

~
In my magic box, I put
my little sister’s smile,
the taste of chocolate,
the memory of Christmas
and the smell of the sweet cookies
that my mother made for me.
In my box, I put the sound
birds sing, and the time
when my mother won
a trophy at her job.

By Jessica, 3rd grade

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On the Other Side of My Dream

Posted April 9, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on January 14, 2010.
On the other side of my dream
is a rain drop from the sky.
On the other side of my dream
is the smell of an apple I give to my dad.
On the other side of my dream
is a mirror, shiny as the sea.
On the other side of my dream
is a clam shell coming from the bottom
of the sea of my dream.

By Olivia, 1st grade
[photo by wild goose chase via flickr]

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Webbed Jungle Gym

Posted April 8, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on July 2, 2009.

You’re busy making beads
and what not,
but check this jungle gym out
next time you need a breath of cool air.
Climb the checkered-rope wall,
crawl through the crazy webbed maze,
then slide down the super slippery seven foot single slide.
Oh, and you won’t believe the weather here.
It’s that cool-breezy but sunny sort of air.
Come by tomorrow, come by later, come by
whenever when you’re finished with your homework.
Only a couple of blocks from
this family-owned pizza place.
Don’t worry about getting lost,
bring a compass. Remember:
South of Germany, East of Switzerland.
Only a couple of thousand miles away from you.

 

By Joseph, 6th grade
[photo by A is for Angie via flickr]

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Dear Joseph

Posted April 7, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on August 14, 2009.

I’m sitting here, right now,
my belly full of cookies,
my raincoat hung on the hook.
The rain is pouring down outside,
but I still think wistfully of today.
Earlier, we ate our breakfast
and headed out into the village.
Children laughed, people ran,
and the storefronts seemed to shine.
Ice cream clutched in waffle cones,
our coats zipped up against the chill,
we navigated the busy village streets.
We took the cable car up the mountain
where the beauty makes
you want to sing.

 

By Amelia, 5th grade
[photo by geoftheref via flickr]

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The Listener

Posted April 6, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

Speak to me for I am the listener.
I am here to lend an open ear and a closed mouth.
I do not judge I merely listen.
I do not interrupt your thoughts with my own.
I do not speak of myself.
I am here so that you can speak and unload
all the thoughts and emotions that plague you,
all the little achievements you feel too trivial
or too important for uncaring ears,
all the secrets you need to scream but can only whisper,
all the troubles that others overlook but that you can’t let go of,
anything and everything that you need to take off your back.

By Rose, 10th grade
[photo of The Listener by James Nelson; by spottiewattie via flickr]

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Mom

Posted April 5, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on May 5, 2009.

My mom’s voice is like the
sound of rain pelting hard
on the ground. Her hair is
soft like a piece of cotton candy.
Her ears can hear from a
hundred miles. She sees
like a hawk and she looks
like pieces of sand moving
in the desert.
When she yells, it sounds like
a coyote howling in the night.
When she steps on the ground,
it sounds like a giant dog
running toward its owner
faster, faster. When she eats,
I can barely hear her
like a butterfly flying by.

By Lorenzo, 3rd grade
[photo by aimzy via flickr]

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