Hello everyone, and sorry I've been hoarding poems and have not updated the blog recently!The poems here were inspired by our reading and discussion of "The Hands," by Gina Valdes in 6th and 8th grade, and "Voyelles," by Arthur Rimbaud, in 3rd and 6th grade.
Also, be sure to check out the blog next week - in 8th grade we will be creating and posting audio recordings of our work from last week!
8th gradeThe Hands
These hands like to write raps
These hands hold the mic on my
mouth spit good rhymes
my nose smells money
my ears hear music
my feet feel the stage floor
- Shaquille
My ears
the way I communicate
the way I know how other people are feeling
the way other people know how I feel
they are like the telephone
to one human to another
connecting feelings
connecting us
my ears learn
to try to change the next day
they hear how people act
bad, nice, mean
a thousand other beats running through the
wires people call air
connecting us; all of us
the way we feel, act, do, and not do to eachother
everything we know, everything we learn comes
from the connection we have.
The way we listen to each other
the way human beings communicate with one another
my ears hear the happiness of the world
the laughter coming to my ears as how the waves
come to the shore
eventually we will hear everything, just
like eventually the waves will crash on
to the shore
Then all will return
-Charlotte
Colors: Red, blue, yellow, green, purple and orange
These colors I cannot experience fully.
My eyes, these eyes, have been dipped in black ink,
In an irritating sense of blackness that reminds
me how different I conceive life,
How punishing life is, even in the hands of someone
else. One action, one small movement, could change
the entirety of your world, a supposed miracle.
- Alex H.
Words, they forever fill my mouth
It is me, my teeth, my lips, my voice
Say what my mind cannot, taste what my
other senses can only dream.
My mouth is boring, only in sleep or thought
inside the words pop out like a monkey out of
a tree. Loving, or caring are words always
there, but even mean, hurtful things always
seem to ind a way. I speak, I shout, I
whisper softly, I can barely even sing. But
my mouth can do all these things, and what
joy does it bring.
- Tylisha
6th gradeMy hands love to make jokes.
My hands touch things how I dream it.
My hands love to do the right things.
My hands were born to write.
My hands were able to talk to me when I was so bored.
My hands were like meatballs.
I love my hands my hands are like twins.
My hands love me my hands are so chatty.
- Esteban
These hands use their thumbs to hit colorful buttons,
to rotate joysticks. These ears hear sounds of engines
rev-ving, guns firing, bombs exploding, they hear people
grunting to pull themselve up a ledge. These eyes see
scores, numbers, health bars, stamina bars, characters dying.
My mouth talks in victory, loss, effort.
- Mark
A like green
Like the smell of Febreeze.
E like yellow
Like the feelings in the morning.
I like white
Like the feelings of a penguin.
U like red
Like the smell of meat being cooked.
O like blue
Like the smell of the ocean water.
- Paul
C, purple like the color of a starfish wandering in the sea
L, Blue like the color on a pepsi can
E, yellow like the lightning of thunder when it's raining
A, red the color of a farm with loud animals
R, white like the color of the snow coming down in winter.
- Leslie
3rd gradeColors of the Alphabet
A, red. The color of blood that comes from my finger.
B, blue. The stirring of the waves.
C, white. As cold as ice.
D, violet. As close together as fire and ice.
E, green. Like the color of life, responsibility, freedom, and justice.
F, grey. The color of sadness.
G, clear. The way of the mind.
H, periwinkle. The love of colors.
Z, a color we do not know of.
- Sabrina
A is red like the swishing blood coming down from the human body.
E is for green like the grass blowing around by the wind.
I is for black like the dark forests in the calm trees.
U is for blue like the oceans with whooshing waves.
O is for purple like the scary ghosts in haunted houses.
Y is for brown like the dark sunset with the white moon.
-Sammy
B as in blue dolphins jumping into the light blue morning sky.
L like a cold purple breeze that blows past you in winter.
A like the red blood flowing out as you get a cut.
C like the orange cat jumping down from his cozy quiet spot high in the trees.
K like the cold chill you get when you're scared.
Q like the warm cozy quiet that keeps you warm when the cold crisp snow falls before you.
N like the newborn polar bear awakening up from a long snooze.
- Delaney
