This week, I ran a Poetry workshop immediately following our "Awesome Authors and Artists" workshop. The students showed such perseverance and creativity! Each day, we focused on a new poetic tool, as you will see below. The students were asked to practice the concept, and then sprinkle it into their poems. They did a fantastic job! Enjoy these samples!
End Line Rhyme (in the form of riddle poems)
By Maeve (6th grade)
You go in me every summer,
And if you don't get to, it's quite a bummer.
You take your goggles out of a bin,
And splish and splash as you jump in.
What is this?
Answer: a Swimming Pool
By Marissa (8th grade)
This is a fast thing that goes zip,
Fast thinking to figure out you might trip.
Fast when you sit, fast when you stand,
Use both your feet for fast will you land.
What is this?
Answer: A zip line
Onomatopoeia
The Bee, by Kyle (8th grade)
Buzz, Sting, Ouch!
Black and yellow stripes
And an ice pouch
For the Swelling.
One sting.
One try.
Attack them!
Sting..... Then die!
Writing, by Allison (6th grade)
clip
clip
scribble
scratch-
words flowing from
the tip of the pen
(or pencil)
scritch
scritch
scribble
scratch
paper:
b l a n k
again-
crumple
crumple
r m l
c u p e
toss
thump
plop-
another
sheet
wasted.
Alliteration
Does the Wind Whisper? by Vivian (6th grade)
Does the wind whisper,
A breeze its silent breath?
Or is the wind fiercer,
Tearing every step?
Every rustle, ruffle, quiet roar,
Is it the wind or something more?
The Song of Sorrow, by AnaRose (8th grade)
Rain that rattles against the frame
The clouds that clutter around my brain
The tears of terror blur my sight
The song of sorrow stalks the night
I muse th emusic one last time
For now I am surely past my time.
Repetition
Art, by Nicolyn (8th grade)
Art puts your thoughts to the paper
If you didn't finish now, you can work on it later.
Art can use pens,
Art can use pencils.
Art can use spray paint and sparkily stencils.
Art is super fun and cool,
I wish we did more of it in school.
Try everything!
My Life, by Penelope (8th grade)
All my life, I've loved every moment
Even when I'm miserable it's never my opponent.
At night I dream dream dream and
When I wake up, I make it happen.
I will make the most of it all 'til I'm a ghost
And keep going when it blackens.
Swish, swoosh, the joys of life come and go,
Oh my lovely, large life. I love you so!
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