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Dear Nature
Dear nature thankyou for fresh
air
Dear sun thankyou for waking
me up in the morning
Dear Rain thankyou for coming
Dear flowers thankyou for
being beautiful
Dear grass thankyou for
being greenish
Dear nature thankyou for
Existing
By Dianna L., age 10
Paul Revere Elementary
My Coldy Blue
My coldy iglooish favorite color is 10 degrees
Baby blue it is so cold that it even says grrr!
It lives in the North Pole.
When it speaks to me on the phone I almost die of the cold.
It tastes like ice cream but it is much colder than that.
It smells like water, looks like ice, feels like a hard rock. It moves
really slow because it’s really cold.
By Doris M., age 9, Cleveland Elementary
A B C Hike
I saw seagulls outside
I saw electrical wires dangling
The fence is big and full of holes
I see my reflection on the windows
of my classroom.
By Manuel D., Age 9
Brookfield Elementary
Good to Bad
Good: I’m good
Bad: I’m bad
Good: I just got recess
Bad: I just got detention
Good: I just got a prize
Good: I just an A plus
Bad: I just got an F minus
Bad: I just got expelled from school
Good: I just got vacation
Good: I just got allowance
Bad: I just got work
Bad: I just got one penny
Good: I just got 100 dollars
Bad: I just got a rat
Good: I just got a puppy
Bad: I just got a bad letter home
Good: I just got a lap top computer
Bad: Bad is better than good
Good: Good id better than bad
Bad: Oh yeah
Good Oh yeah
By Sheila M., age 9 and Ashley R., Age 8
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2007
Soccer Shoes
My soccer shoes
Run a lot
Sometimes they
Get tired
So we lose
The game
By Roberto R., age 10, Monroe Elementary Fall 2007
Jungle Gym Haiku
On the monkey bars
My hands get cold. The bars are
Rough. The air is fresh.
– Jessica O., age 9
EFC@Cox Elementary
Music!
Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
I’d like to know what it’s about
It makes you dance
It makes you feel good
Listen to it
I knew you would
Jermera Henry & Maria Alverez, ages 10
Brookfield Elementary
Colors
Blue makes me feel good as ice under my feet.
Red makes me feel hot as the heat of the fireplace.
Yellow makes me feel mellow as soft music.
Green makes me feel like being an un-ripe fruit.
All of these colors together makes me feel
Happy as looking at a rainbow in the sky.
By D’Angelo D., age 10
Willie L. Brown College Prep Academy
Not Fit In
When I don’t fit in
I feel like a paper
In the middle of the classroom
And nobody uses it.
Or I feel like I was in nowhere
Like everyone disappeared.
Or I feel like everybody speaks
Different languages.
By Anthony H., Age 10
Paul Revere Elementary, Spring 2008
The Descending Rain
The falling rain
Dripping on my face,
With its light rhythm to gain
A salty taste, yet a delight embrace
As it falls feeling like heavy soft needles.
The smoothing pattern,
Dragging you in its daydream
Relaxing your thoughts to ones delight
Like there’s nothing to worry.
When the rain has left us
A rainbow gleams out
Everything’s okay, it’s okay to enjoy
That light, bright sensation.
By, Teresa P. , age 10,
Willie L. Brown Jr. CPA, Fall 2006
Untitled
I see a song and people dancing
I hear the fire popping.
the song makes you dance.
and your heart beats
the instruments the song
gets out
By Josue J., age 9
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2008
Untitled
I see a song on the moon.
I paint music by making song.
I touch water on the rainbow.
come, listen, and let your head get in the game.
My music is the color of my heart and that’s the world.
By Byron R., age 11
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2008
Alive
Feeling dead it’s the worst thing ever.
Dead is not being alive.
The dead is being lonely.
and not talking to anyone
And you do not want to be a dead guy.
The feeling of being alive is joy
and another wonderful thing
being available to talk to other people
and being free
and an alive person.
By Carlos C., age 11
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2008
Dear Barack Obama,
I hope you lower the gas prices. I hope you win and be president. When you are president, I hope you give kids a better education. I voted for you in school. There was 297 for you and 10 for McCain. I would vote for you but I’m too young. I like you because you are nice. I hope you change racism.
By Moses, O. age 9
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2008
Haiku Poetry
The clouds look like ice.
The clouds feel like a pillow.
The clouds smell like rain.
By Samantha G., age 8
ER Taylor, Fall 2008
Exploding Stars
Exploding stars are like
Bright lights. They are so
Beautiful, so are your light blue
Eyes.
I love to watch the dark
Blue sky the star stars
Light up the sky.
It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful
It’s my mom’s nick-name
She’s pretty
And also am I.
By Alyjia C., age 9
SF Community, Fall 2008
Mandala Poem
I am a small koala that is fast.
Not a green turtle that is slow.
I’m a guitar that has noise
Not a poster that is still.
A color like green, blue and yellow
Not plain like nothing.
I am myself who is perfect
In anyway.
By Ariel C., age 9
SF Community, Fall 2008
I Am
I am like a rose
A pretty rose
Who brightens the path
Of the people who walk by.
By Yolanda R., age 10
SF Community, Fall 2008
My Tears
When I cry my tears are hot
My tears are like fire balls burning my heart
My tears are hot.
By Oseas H., age 9
Bret Harte, Fall 2008 ( solo upcoming slam)
My Dreams
Every Day I have a different Dream
These are my dreams
To be a rock star
A hero that crashes into poles
A monster destroying a city
And a bear looking for her cubs
By Noe S., age 9
Bret Harte Elementary, Fall 2008 ( solo upcoming slam)
ABC Poetry
I see blue flowers
Blue roses
Blue muffins
Blue candy
But I just don’t believe blue rabbits
And is the sky blue?
And blue bees?
I wonder if it’s true?
By Charome T., age 9
John Muir Elementary, Fall 2008
Anger
Anger came from the devil.
The devil came from the ground.
The ground came from the big black rocks.
The rocks came from lava.
The lava came from the Volcanoes in El Salvador!
By Daniel S., age 8
SF Community, Fall 2008
Thought
Once there was a thought.
Then something happened.
What happened was that the thought disappeared.
It turned into a brain.
Then, a person came out.
The person turned into the parents.
The parents turned into Adam and Eve.
Adam and Eve turned into Jesus.
Jesus turned into God
God turned into the world.
The world turned into nothing.
Then, everything disappeared.
Even me.
By Marion C., age 10
SF Community, Fall 2008
Truth
One day there was truthfulness
in a land called truthful land.
If somebody called someone a name
they would turn themselves in.
It was light and joyful.
One day someone stepped on the truth.
The world turned black.
Fires started.
There were big bombs for no reason.
From that day on,
it was never the same.
By Lia K., age 9
SF Community, Fall 2008
Poetry Slam Letter
When I get onto the stage
I am going to feel proud and confident and
When I get up to that microphone
I’ll probably feel a little shy
Because of all the people watching us.
And I might feel a little bit stage-fright.
When I go up to that microphone
When I go and tell everyone my poem
I wrote all by myself
I will be looking at everyone in the auditorium.
And I know SCORES and I are good writers
And good at making poems in SCORES.
And even if I am little or small
I am still good at writing poems.
Sincerely,
Michael M.
By Michael M, age 9
John Muir Elementary, Fall 2008
Who Am I
I am a drawer
I am a turtle
I am Mexican
I would be rich
I would be a hamburger
I would be a bomb noise
I would be the smell of markers
I would be a wrestler
I f I could be a word it would
be hipihiperhipy
by Alan C. age 10
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2007
I am a HOUSE
I’m a house
People live in
me I have
a stove, room
two bathrooms because
I’m a house
Because I don’t need
Home work and
It’s good to
Be a house
Because I like being a house
A house could see many things
That I like,
People treat me
good and I
Appreciate people treating
Me how they
Want to be
Treated and I
Will try not to break
Because I care about people
Because:
I am who I am.
By Brandon T., age 9
Paul Revere Elementary, Fall 2008
My Portrait Poem
My hair is as short as a pencil.
My eyes are as dark as a crayon.
My ears are as big as an elephant.
My nose is so soft as a paper.
My skin is as cool as the air.
My neck is as wide as the sky.
My shoulders feel like a big bone.
My stomach is as skinny as a mouse.
My hips are active as a soccer player.
My legs are small as the number one.
My feet are as big as the giant.
By Larry W., age 11
E.R. Taylor, Fall 2008
My Apple
My apple looks like
a fat alien
in outer space.
My apple feels
as squeaky as a boot.
My apple smells
like a perfume
that makes your room smell really good.
My apple tastes like
a blackberry pie
in an oven.
My apple sounds like
a munching dog
in a doghouse.
Now this story is done,
have a good day.
By Anela S., age 8
E.R. Taylor, Fall 2008
Untitled
I smell pretty flowers.
They smell like minty mint leaves.
I see very tall trees.
They are tall as a big tower.
I see some big clouds.
They are puffy in nature’s life.
Man, people love the nature.
The nature has animals, trees,
and the living things.
By Anela Spears, age 8
E.R. Taylor, Fall 2008
Like A Dog
I have lots of hair like a dog.
I can sniff like a bear.
I run fast like a cheetah.
I am as smart as a Labrador.
I swim like a shark.
I’m as sneaky as a snake.
I jump high like a kangaroo.
I can sing like a bird.
I am as Tiffany as Tiffany.
Tiffany Robles, age 11
E.R. Taylor, Fall 2008
I Am
I am a cheetah that runs fast.
I can camouflage myself. I
like Chinese food.
I am a brother and a son.
I like to play.
By Adam M., age 10
Bret Harte Elementary
I Am
I am a snake hissing around forest fires eating mice and rats
I am a bird in the blue sky seeing new features
I am a car meeting new people and visiting new wonders around
The world
I am a camel walking in hot sand waiting for water
I hope when I grow up I become something
It’s sad how people are dying and their dreams are being crushed.
I am going to be a leader like Martin Luther King and follow
His dreams he wanted to make a change when he said
I have a dream.
By Tanasia L., age 10
Dr. William L. Cobb, Fall 2008
Rain
The rain is like a waterfall
falling hard from the sky
What I’d want to do is…
Sit in front of a roaring fire
drink a hot chocolate and eat some hot
noodle soup
I love the rain but I hate the rain
It falls from the sky and all I hear is
tap tap tap it’s like rocks hitting the ground
It is a pleasant sound it goes boom, boom, boom
At night I love a quiet rain
It puts me to a pleasant sleep.
By Marion C., age 9
SF Community, Fall 2008
Community Service
Community Service Changes things.
It spreads my wings.
I think community service is
all around us.
You can’t see it but it’s there.
People are waiting for us to make and
change the world.
Let us change the world too.
Let us be one of you.
Let’s go change the world.
By Melissa T., age 9
Cleveland Elementary
My Hair Poem
My hair is soft as puppies fur.
My hair is a power for the people.
My hair is as fast as a tiger’s feet.
My hair is strong as a thunderstorm.
My Hair is a poetry writer.
By Tatania G., age 9
Cleveland Elementary
Similies
Roses are red as a heart.
The sky is like an ocean.
An Orange is like the sun.
A cherry is like a bouncy ball.
A broccoli is like a tree.
A pear is like a green apple.
A banana is like the moon.
Ice cream is like snow.
A peach is like a clock.
A tomato is like a red ball.
By Johana R., age 11
Hillcrest Elementary
What I Have Inside Me
I have a butterfly in me
That loves to be free
That cannot be mean
That is beautiful as a rose
That has sensitivity
I have a flower in me
That wants to grow
That needs sun and water
That has a bumblebee in it
I have a secret admirer in me
That has kindness in it
And the girl who is in love with him
Has to show the boy the world.
By Melissa T., age 9
Cleveland Elementary
What I Have Inside Me
I have a brain in me
That loves knowledge
That cannot stop
That is smart
That is very thick.
I have a heart in me
That wants love
That needs blood in it
That has cells in it
I have a secret muscle in me
That has blood in it
And the force
And strength
Of a Brain and a Heart.
By Cesar C., age 11
Hillcrest Elmentary
If I was an Object…
If I were an object I would be glasses
So I can see the world clearly.
by Eraldy M., age 11
Cleveland Elementary
Untitled
I want to be water.
So I can defeat fire.
Then I get hired.
Fire is so fired.
by Angel Z., age 11
E. R. Taylor Elementary
Untitled
Back and Forward
I am a crayon
that colors a page.
I love to be moved
right left and any other way.
When I have no more tip
I get thrown away.
by Yvette C., age 11
E. R. Taylor Elementary
The Day Without Cars
That day, that day
That I rode the bus
It was magical
I saw my god from above and the angels
Came down and cupid shot all the people
Who were not driving cars!
by Brianna B., age 8
Monroe Elementary
If I Could Change the World
I change the world by making people change their attitude.
And by lifting other people up.
I could also help people by teaching kids in their community
and by giving people a place to sleep and food to eat.
by Alexander E., age 9
Junipero Serra Elementary
