A Change for this Week: Student Poetry

My students have been working on a poetry unit and I thought it would be great to post some of their poetry this week.  Most of them are not comfortable with writing poetry so I was surprised at what I got.  This last week they worked on sensory poems.   Each class made a list of 10 sensory words under each sense for a total of 50 words.  They were unaware of the assignment.  I then asked each of them to pick a noun and write it at the top of their paper.  They were then told they had to write a poem that used two words from each sense and it had to be about the noun at the top of their paper.  They also had to use one of the following devices:  similies or metaphors, alliteration (the repeated use of a sound), onomatopoeia (the use of words that sound like their name ex.  buzz), or personification (giving human qualities to a non-human item)  So enjoy each day this week.

All of these poems were written by one of my ESOL students.  Her English is improving by leaps and bounds and she is actually one of my better poets.  Enjoy

Poetry by Hilda

Home                                                I Crushed Flower

Like cracks                                       I want to die like

in the stone                                       a flower-crushed

they are                                            from head to toe

place of                                            How sweet I’ll

pure silence                                      smell

that let                                                

us know                                           like spicy perfume

we are home!!!                                among the broken

        reeds!!!!

I Miss You            (Rhyming)                          Geese (Personification)

I miss you                                                           the geese

in the morning                                                     dance

I miss you late                                                     above my window

at night.                                                               singing

just to think                                                         honking their rusty

about you is                                                        trumpets reminding me.

my joy and my delight

                                                                           Parts of me will go

I can’t wait                                                         with them and will

to see you                                                           dress me in their

please hurry and                                                 whispery down

come back                                                          promising me pleasure

you always make                                               of southern treats

me happy; you have                                           releasing me from

that special knack!!!!                                          winter’s grip