Poetry is …  

Blue and white like

the New York Yankees cap.

Smells like hotdogs and popcorn

at the New York Yankees Stadium.

Tastes like nachos

at the New York Yankees Stadium.

Sounds like the roar

of the New York Yankees fans.

By E. J. Espada

Poetry Is….

Gold

like a trophy.

Smells

like a flower scent.

Tastes

like sugary candy.

Sounds

like the class when talking.

By M. Mohamed

Colors

I will be purple

like an amethyst stone.

I will be gold

as a pirate’s treasure chest.

I will be black

as a killer whale.

I will be pink

as the sky when a rainbow is shown.

If I was a sound

I will be

killer whale sound

that makes the most beautiful songs

in the whole world.

If I could be an object

I will be your jewelry

to make you pretty

but not invisible.

By S. Shealy

My Five Senses

Poetry is blue

like the NY Yankees.

Smells like hotdogs and popcorn

from the NY Yankees Stadium.

Sounds like

the NY Yankees

hitting a homerun.

It’s also the sound

of the fans cheering.

Feels like a white fluffy cloud.

By A. Rivera

I Can Be

I can be white

as snow when it first lands.

I can be a sound

like a mighty lion

because I have all the power.

I would be a pizza

that smells fresh to eat

and I will last forever.

I will be a Twinkie.

If you eat me you will turn into a Twinkie

and be delicious like me.

By R. Martin

Poetry Is….

Green

like the leaves coming

down off the tree.

Smells

like the tropical forest.

Tastes

like chocolate chips.

Sounds

like reading your favorite book.

By N. Martinez

Proud…

Is hot red

like when a newborn

is on the way.

It feels exciting

like someone’s squeezing your heart.

Once it’s born

it unlocks your feelings.

You’re proud.

You smile so much

it hurts your face.

By J. Santiago

Sad….

Black like your shadow.

It sticks to you

when you fail a test.

It tastes like

you’re eating a can of garbage.

Smells like

fire.

Looks like

cinders.

Feels so hard

like a rough black rock.

It makes

that rough black rock

hit your heart.

By M. Mohamed

Excited…

Blue

like the sea.

Brown

like peanut butter

which is yummy.

It’s like a lucky day

like having new Jordans from Footlocker.

Also getting new clothes

or going to a special place.

Smells like brownies

baking in the oven.

Smells like popcorn popping

in the microwave.

Feels like nothing but net

By F. Louis

Poetry Is….

Grey like the sky

on a stormy night.

Smells like a pack of M&Ms

freshly opened from the bag.

Tastes like milk

when it gets spoiled.

Sounds like my hand

slapping my big brother

to get him to be quiet.

By D. Gee

Poetry Is….

Dark blue

like the starry night sky.

Smells like my dad

trying to work out.

It tastes like smooth

creamy brownies

with ice cream on top.

Sounds like a shooting star

crashing into your back yard.

By A. Dinnald

Poetry is…..

The color

of the rainbow

or like a super nova

exploding in space

creating beautiful colors

Red, orange,

yellow, gold,

blue, indigo

and violet.

It smells

like sizzling brownies

fresh out of the oven

with cherries on top.

It would taste

like strawberry ice cream.

It would sound

like the audience

yelling “Encore”

when you finish singing

in an opera!

By J.Amaro