Modern take on Haiku

2nd Period

Rena H.

Sun lies on the hill
soldiers get up to go
crushed flowers under soil.

Patrick G.

We all watched
with silence as
the snow fell.

Amber H.
Haiku

Later and later
the flowers bloom and the sun
rises in these cold times.

5th Period

Antonio S.

Ladybug so bright
go fly away
to the bird's mouth


Victor M.

Trees growing
buds sprouting
the leaves will fall in time.

Joanna K.

The sun beats down
warming the earth and
burning the skin.

7th period

Luis G.

Valentines Day
The boys cheeks
are red as the rose

Alexis O.

The blossom
in the spring blooms with the
sweetest ease.

Danton V.
Summer

skating
kool-aid and
hot day, and hot girls

Jonathan I.
United States

Oppression of kings
and queens. Tea tipped over
revolution won.

Aura E.
Haiku

A honey whisper,
the beat of the weathered drum -
sunset is rising.

Maple, O Maple!
How long have you fought
with the willow tree?

8th Period

Jes M

Japanese poems
we were reading some of them
they were pretty weird.

Sai M.

The rusty pound
a dog wags his tail
to get adopted

Rose W.

Bright lights make it hard to see
the cars rush by
in Chicago.

13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

We read Wallace Stevens's very challenging "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" - after a long discussion about the poem, these are some of the student responces

7th Period

Walter W.

Twelve Ways of Looking at the Patriots

I
Among 55 sweating players
lies the heart of the team
the eye of Bill Belichick,

II
He is like 3 minds
Like a gun, he explodes
In which there are three linebackers
Tedy Bruschi is one

III
The speedy guy swirled between the linemen.
He is a small part of the offense
Laurence Maroney

IV
A coach and a quarterback
are one.
Tom Brady and Bill Belichick
are one.

V
I do no know which to prefer
The powerful kick of Steve Gostkowski
or the swift boot of Chris Hentrich
The return man just waiting
to gain a loss of yards.

VI
Snow filled the field
with barbaric ice.
The shadow of the line
like the 'fro of Randy Moss
swept a mood across Gillette Stadium
Chanting … 16 and 0

VII
O thin men of Indianapolis, Indiana
Like Peyton Manning
Don't you see you are going to get sacked?
He walks on his feet,
but not for long.

VIII
I know noble accents
and Wes Walker too
The Patriots are involved
In winning the Super Bowl

IX
When the cornerback disappeared,
Ellis Hobbs marked the edge
of one of many interceptions.

X
At the sight of Mike Vrabel
Flying in between the line
Even the bawds of euphony
would cry out sharply.

XI
They rode over Massachusetts
In a gold bus.
Never a fear in their mind
the shadow cast over them but
They were confident.

XII
The Patriots are going
The Superbowl is near!



8th period

Elena Orr
Six ways of looking at water

I.
Ripples among long fields
the only thing
moving is the water

II.
Drying out.
Needing that one thing
that makes it come
back to life again

III.
The touch
Hot of Cold
wither way it is the same

IV.
Either in a cup
or in the ocean
it still has the
same essence

V.
We are water
Water is us.

VI
Running down faces
or running down throats
it still has the same name,
Water.

Eva S.

Five ways of looking at a cat.

I.
IN a deep dark forest
A cat moves
But all I can see
Is a shaking bush

II
Jewels in the black
when you sit up and stare
they disappear

III
Warmth around your feet
when looking at the covers
you see it moving steady
up and down

IV
through bars
you see only segments
of a trapped being

V
No movement
the, a rush
It appears
where was it before?

Gregory U.

Ten ways of looking at a pencil
I.
Among the quiet classrooms
the only thing moving is
the pencil

II.
I was of three minds
in which I only needed
One pencil

III
The pencil twists around
wildly just like the body
that holds it

IV
Lead and a pencil
are one
Lead, pencil and human
are on

V
It's hard to choose
Life, wisdom, or print
Everything essential.

VI
Pencils fill the shelf
wit no dust
The print of documents
and life of people

VII
O lord,
why is the world
greatly for pencils
They are lost con-
stantly, yet always
needed

VII
Pencils
taken for granted
If only the people
would understand


IX
When the pencil became,
we evolved

X
When poems are written
hearts are excited with hope.

Capturing a memory

We read Srinkath Reddy's "Waiting for the Eclipse in the Black Garden" and students wrote their own poems capturing an important memory.

2nd Period

Amanda Harb
Missing My Christmas

I woke up.
We usually go to family's house.
My mom says "no".
We're staying home.
I want to go.
Have some fun.
Be with my family.
But no.
We stay home.
All in the quiet.
No noise.
No laughing.
All alone in the quiet.
On Christmas day.

Ruth Thompson
Waiting by the Waters

The waves crash against the rocks.
The glimmer in her eye.
I can smell the whispers.
The sand twirls below
and I'm still for one second.
I climb near
closer and closer.
I can feel the sun's greetings.
And I rise higher that the clouds in the sky.
And I say goodbye.



Daisy Ogede
My first important phone call

Before the sun rises
When I come back to life
One ring
shifts my attention
"Hello, may I know who is speaking?"
"Your father."
Five seconds blank.
First in eight years
Smooth, bold voice was familiar
I was five again
"Where was he for all these years?"
"Does he still remember me?"
"Why did he leave?"
Questions silenced forever.

Jonathan Herrera
The Metal Flying Horse

Hundreds of people waiting to get in.
Some go to mine, some to other ones.
The animal roars at us as we pass.
I sit down on the beast and wait…wait
I feel the butterflies shaking right out of my stomach
As this creature started to run I had no choice.
I had to hold on.
56 people on, only one that panics.
Wind across its face and starts to fly.
It turned dark for a while
Then I looked outside, it suddenly brightened
I can finally see.
Finally.

Jenny Shultz
- The Rush -

Clear crop field.
Gas fumes spinning all over
Woods surrounding me
Wheels running.
Jump on, and hold your breath
Push the gas and go
Fast. Faster
Feel the wind
Hear the wing
Hear the rush of wind,
Feel the rush.

More Found Poems

Students wrote a prompted free write about their school day, and then made new 16 word poems - either love poems, memory poems or epistolary (note) poems - using only language from their free writes

Fifth Period

Nitasha M.
High School

High school kids
Smoking in the parking lot
By my bus
With pink hair
Smells very bad.

James S.

I see
people but
I wait
for you
I see
but you
are always
too busy

Antonio S.

I go
off like
a bullet
I run
run run
The last
bell love
that bell.

7th Period

Jonathan H.
Memorable moment

Blue bus
kissing dull
smoking people
lockers smokers
brick cement
steel pointless
buses leaving.

Aura E.
House

Tiny spirits
Intelligence expanding
brain exploding
moon and
dew drop
words pushing
gateway opening
I'm home

Siria A.
I see

When I
take the
bus I
am at
the ocean
That is
all what
I see.

Clarice B
I like it chaos
to Clarice

I like
it metal
blue or
grey, tomorrow
Big Chaos
People everywhere


Jacob S.
Chicas and Fighting Chickens

Girls and
Fighting chickens
are the
coolest things
oh wait
some things
are not
right here


8th Period

Gregory U.
My Sixteen Words

Love is
hate. Hate
is pain.
Pain is
happy. Happy
is new.
New is
love and
love is
cycle.

Clementine F.
Epistolary: The note

Be happy, school's almost over.
Meet me at the lockers after school.
Then we can go home.

Elizabeth B.

Golden hair
Big Brown eyes
It drives me crazy
when you look at her that way.

Eva S.
Cold metal

Metal skateboard
Metal door
Metal detector
Metal hallways
Metal windows
Metal bell
Metal locker
Car

Adam W.
LOVE IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN UNLESS…

When I look at the girl I love
I feel sad I am feeling everlasting Oblivion.

Alex H.

I awake staring outside
with feelings
of things
long day
of long
day dreams
fidgety kid