Poetry From Suffield Middle School

Happy…

white like snow-covered ground,

yellow like the sunrise,

azure like the sky.

It happens when

your friend comes back after being away

for a half-year.

It sounds like laughing hyenas

and tastes like a big hunk

of milk chocolate.

Happy.

by Mrs. Newton’s 5^th grade class

Suffield Middle School

Sad…

gray like the sky

after a storm,

black like night,

blue like a waterfall.

It happens when

someone in your family dies

or when the day

is dark and stormy.

It feels rough like sandpaper

and smells sour like warhead.

Sad.

by Mrs. Newton’s 5^th grade class

Suffield Middle School

Red…

like a fire truck, the red cross, glowing embers, a barn.

It sounds like a foghorn, a crackling fire,

a police officer shouting “Stop!”

Red smells like a wild rose,

like burning plastic.

It feels hot like fire,

smooth as a tangerine crayon,

silky like a flower petal.

If it could red would save lives,

it would breathe fire –

red would soothe like a yawn.

by the 6^th grade Passion Poets

1^st & 2^nd period at Suffield Middle School

Blue…

like the sky, the ocean, a river,

like my feelings when someone in my family dies.

It sounds like rushing water,

a saxophone playing deep and mellow,

a whisper.

It smells like blueberry pie my grandma makes,

feels like a strawberry Zach is kind of smelling,

like snowflakes.

Blue tastes like salty water, wintery fresh wind.

If blue could it would ride the roller coaster,

it would sit on a beach –

blue would take over the sky.

by the 5^th grade Passion Poets

3^rd & 4^th period at Suffield Middle School

Blue

Navy, indigo, royal

in a tear drop,

deep in someone’s eyes,

in the rolling sea.

It sounds like an echo

going on forever,

the wind,

a soft voice singing.

Blue feels like a snowflake

melting on my skin,

the cold sea breeze

chilling my neck,

my soft baby blanket

putting me to sleep.

by Lisa F.

Suffield Middle School

Yellow

The sun,

bright colored paper.

It sounds like a band

playing slow and soft,

like cars whushing by,

like kids laughing.

Yellow smells like a freshly picked banana,

a tropical rain forest,

a newly painted room.

It tastes like fresh well water,

sparkling cider or even butter.

Yellow would be a butterfly,

a beautiful bird singing its song,

a calm tree.

by Christian S.

5^th grade – Suffield Middle School

Red

like the Devil’s palace,

a hot chili pepper,

the tongue of a 6 year old

after eating a cherry lollipop.

It sounds like the hot air

whirling in circles

on a summer day,

like a gunshot

with the bullet speeding

into a soldiers skin,

like an ambulance

rushing to rescue someone’s life.

Red looks like my sister

when she gets furiously mad,

the steam coming out of a train,

like the boiling hot fire

on the hottest day of the year

and it tastes like a sweet tomato

coming in contact

with a person’s powerful mouth,

     like a warhead steaming.

by Dan B.

5^th grade – Suffield Middle School

About Me

I am a redwood tree

towering over all

as if I were always wearing high shoes

that made me tall like the sky.

I am the sound of the wind

brushing against your window at night

just waiting for you to answer.

I am the one who knocks on the door

but when you open it,

no one is there.

I am as sly as a fox and big as a bear,

like a pro football player

throwing the winning touchdown.

I am the one you can come to

when nobody is around.

I am the month of June,

the month when everyone is waiting

for the bell to ring

and school to finally be over

so they can stroll to freedom!

by Dan B.

5^th grade - Suffield Middle School

I am a loud voice

on the horizon,

the voice of a hockey or lacrosse coach

yelling at the players.

I am loyal as a dog,

tough and unstoppable

as a bull seeing red.

I am hyper as a cat with catnip.

I am a two ton brick

in the wind.

I am a strong tree

with its roots deep.

I will not move,

even in a tornado.

by Sean R.

Suffield Middle School

Blue is as fluid as water

and tough as durasteel.

It looks gentle and caring.

Blue sounds like a soft drop

or a ripple in the water

or maybe the nice sound of ocean.

I am not sure what it smells like

but it feels nice and cool,

gentle like an ocean breeze.

If blue could

it would save lives

and bring fun.

Blue would allow everyone

to do whatever they wanted

and it would fulfill their dreams.

By Sean R.

Suffield Middle School

Blue like the sky,

the deep ocean,

a blueberry.

It smells like salty water,

shampoo, the crisp air.

Blue sounds like the wind,

a raindrop hitting the ground,

an airplane taking off

and it feels soft

like my furry cat,

cold as a snowflake,

yet warm as a heater

turned all the way up.

by Ralle

Suffield Middle School

Yellow…

is a bright sunflower

or shining star,

the flame of a rose scented candle.

Yellow sounds like a sharpening pencil,

like fireworks on July 4^th,

the cough of a cat

forcing up a hairball.

It smells like the hot, glistening sun

beating down on the cooking sand,

like burnt hot dogs.

If you could taste yellow

it would be like eating a sour lemon,

a piece of buttered bread,

the last yellow Skittle of a 4 pound bag.

If yellow could it would

go to Paris as a supermodel,

it would go to the Olympics –

yellow would be the last color standing.

by Maggie R.

Suffield Middle School