Classical Magnet Middle School Poetry Page
Ms Avezzie's students

Anger!

Red like cop-car sirens,

Black like the darkness,

Grey like swarming storm clouds.

Sounds like screams,

Repetitious gunshots,

Crashing thunder,

like a train wreck,

Tastes like blood

from biting your own tongue.

Anger!

 

Purple

Smells like freshly brewed coffee,

Sounds like a zooming sports car,

Contributes to the community

And revs its engine.

Hurrying uphill

It flies with power

And wins the core value award

at the Sixth Grade Assembly.

Purple...

 

Happy

 

Yes, it would be yellow

Like a halo,

A bright smile,

Like the sun shining down on us.

It happens when

You get an I-pod Touch for a present,

A warm visit from an old friend,

When family is all together.

Happy tastes like warm cheese

On pepperoni pizza,

Hot cocoa on a cold wintry day,

Homemade cookies

With delectable chocolate chips.

Sounds like laughter,

Like love,

Like little twinkling bells.

It smells like my best Blankie

Surrounding me with softness.

Happy!

   

Loneliness 

A leaking boat drifting in a huge,

flat, nameless ocean –

Can’t see the bottom

of the bottomless sea.

And there’s no one there.

Like the last lick of a lollipop.

No text messages on your cell.

No one to tell your secrets to.

The empty house is sadly quiet.

The color grey echoes down the hall.

Your last dinner burned.

Sticks in your throat

like chalk.

You can’t swallow it.

You gag

on your own loneliness.

 

Stress!

An electric shock.

Wakes like an alarm in your head

that won’t turn off.

Neon yellow, flashing orange.

A merry - go - round

Spinning, spinning,

spinning out of control.

Your life is no longer your own.

You can’t get it back.

A sour-apple taste sticks to your teeth

and there’s no tooth pick around

to pick it out!

Smell like burnt toast,

burning over and over

and over again.

Stress!

From their school newspaper -

When I was eight years old, I told my friends that I wanted to be a poet when I grew up,” said Ms. Elizabeth Thomas, a guest speaker to the middle school on December 14.  Today as a published poet she teaches writing programs for schools throughout Connecticut, promoting  literacy through what she calls ”the power of the spoken and written word.” We have already visited her web site called Upwords Poetry at www.upwordspoetry.com

      “I have always loved words,” she told us in Room 236.  Middle school students learned that she likes the way words sound, the way they feel in her mouth when she reads them, and the way they look on the page.

      “I got into poetry because of my dad,” she said. “He loved words and their meanings and passed this passion on to me.”  Of all the writing she did in middle and high school, poetry writing was what made her feel electric.

       “When writing it, I got the feeling you get in your stomach when you are on a roller coaster  or when you ride your bike the first time without the training wheels,” she explained.

      Ms. Thomas also suggests reading as a way to be a good poet. “The more you read, the better  a writer you will be," she advised us. She said that reading brings us closer to people as it exposes us to different lives, new experiences, and exciting possibilities. Here is one of her favorite quotes, written by C. S. Lewis: “We read to know we are not alone.” She says that many people write and read poetry for this reason.

      According to Ms. Thomas, “If you let it, poetry will grab you by the pigtails and or sneaker laces and shake you up a little- or a lot. It can flash bright neon in your dreams or blow hailstorms the size o oranges on the desk in front of you and say in its most excited voice, ‘Write me! Write me alive!’”

      Ms. Thomas shared with us some exciting Hispanic poetry.  We learned about the poet Naomi Ayala, who emigrated from Puerto Rico and lived in New Haven. In her poem “Who Is I?”  she writes of “I in the prados of Mira and vente conmigo.”

      Learning more about Gary Soto,   a favorite author in the Reading Department, we looked at the poems “Saturday in the Canal, Who will know us? and How Things Work. “Gary Soto, ” said Ms. Thomas,  ”is a Mexican American  who writes poems based on his own experiences. He writes about the poverty and destitution he faced in his youth, while working in the San Joaquin Valley, California fields."

      Another one of Ms. Thomas’ favorite Hispanic poets is Luis J. Rodriguez, a personal friend of hers. Ms. Thomas spoke of how this poet was once a Los Angeles gang member who was stealing at age 7, using drugs at 12, dropping out of school at 15, becoming homeless at 16, and then starting a 6-year prison sentences at age 18. After turning his life around, Luis J. Rodriguez began writing poetry and working with gang members to help them survive. He and his wife founded a group called Youth Struggling for Survival. His poem “The Concrete River” gave us much to consider.

      Middle schools students wrote the poetry on the next page based on the instruction Ms. Thomas offered on the use of color, emotion, senses, and similes. Imagery was what she emphasized. ”You can’t write a poem without images,” she said.  “Paint a picture with your words,“ she suggested.  “Provide an image to surround your readers - to bring them inside your mind. And to do this, use your five senses- sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch.”

      To begin poetry writing, she recommends that we identify an emotion such as jealousy, confusion, happiness, anger, or sadness. Next, we can describe the emotion as a color, a sound, a taste, or something we can see. Then, to take the reader to another level of the poem, we can add similes.  “You are the poet and the words belong to you,” she added. We thanked her for inspiring us to write poetry.

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