My Feelings
by Gaby S., age 10
My feelings
You will see me
and as you do
you’ll think I’m
happy . But my
insides feel
different. And so
my feelings shall
travel through
time and space
asleep but shall
never be
awakened. If they
are so I will fee!
This poem was inspired by reading “Little Clown, My Heart” by Sandra Cisneros. Also, I would like to welcome Ruba, one of our new students in the afterschool Poetry Club.
My heart is a pumpkin
Ruba F., age 11
My heart is a pumpkin just like Halloween
It reminds me of skeletons
And then I’m going to scream
My heart is my life
And it also kills me
Just like my brother
by Miguel A., age 11
I saw you
in my sidewalk
I fell on top
of you I’m
sorry
if I hurt
you but you
hurt me
even
more you’re
gushy, mushy,
and hard I
like that you
make up all
my sidewalk
you make some
beautiful armatures
that support
some of artists’ sculptures like some
of the ones in Chicago’s Garfield
Conservatory. Plus I make drawings
on you.
by Marisol D., age 11
I
saw you right
there in
a
box.
You were staring
at me.
I liked your
eyes and your
old skin was
all wrinkled.
Your color
was green
as grass.
Your legs were
little and
you
were fat.
When
a
lady came
she told a
man to kill
you.
When he
grabbed
you I was
sad
but
then you left.
When
he came
back
you
were dead.
This poem was inspired after reading “Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market” by Pablo Neruda. I asked the students to write odes to unusual or yucky things.
These poems were inspired after reading “Las mamás con bebé” (“Mothers With a Baby”) by Guadalupe Morfín. I asked the students to write about another figure with a situation, and what they need to help them.
Mayors Running Big Cities
by Juan C., age 11
Mayors are good like apple pie
But not as good with laws
And stop being good as pie
And be bad as smelly socks
Make some rules and then be good
As much as they want.
They should put laws like
Stop killing or if not they would
Arrest them for many years
Keep lakes clean & streets; forest and more
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Fathers when they miss their father
by Marisol D.
Fathers when are sad need
someone to console them.
When they miss a relative
is when they need
a picture of him.
When God takes him they need a
fairy to let him come back.
Fathers need a big question mark to
ask themselves why God took him.
They need
a little of magic,
a airplane to go to the top
and try to talk with him.
Too bad it can’t become real
