Following are samples of the poetry that has been written by 6th, 7th, and 8th grade students:
Acrostic Poetry - My Favorite Things - 6th Grade
Kangaroos like hopping, but they don't use pogo sticks like me.
A summer day makes me want
To swim, and as I dry off I enjoy a nice
Hot dog or maybe
Even a piece of pizza with come Coke to drink as I
Remember all my vacations like cruises and stopping at the beach to swim
In the ocean, and then I think of when I took a plane to Disney, but
No matter what, my life is always full of
Excitement.
Snow is fun inside my backyard,
And I stargaze inside my snow angel, watching the twinkling stars that look like snowflakes up above, looking for their patterns and pictures.
Right outside my parents' gaze, outside of the heater inside, I wait for the soup to be done.
At my favorite time of year, I can stay outside all day, and be very random and do random things until I go inside, just before 6:00 for dinner, and then I take off my
Hat, coat, and gloves and plop on my bed, look out the window one last time at my day's work, and then finally, I go back downstairs with my parents.
Revisions to Elizabeth Barrett Browning's How Do I Love Thee? - 7th Grade
How do I love rollercoasters?
Let me count the ways.
I love rollercoasters when they stop at the top, and my stomach drops.
I love rollercoasters when they twirl upside-down.
I love rollercoasters when air hits my face.
I love rollercoasters when they go really fast.
I love rollercoasters when everybody screams.
And I will love rollercoasters even more when I get off the ride, and I say,
"I wanna go on again!" -Peter
Five Senses Poems - 8th Grade
FEAR is the color blank, pitch black darkness that always seems to look back at you
...sounds like a muffled shriek, a relentless bell toll, the irregular creak of the floorboards
...tastes like rotten food, strong medicine, a dry mouth
...smells like choking smoke, nauseating decomposition, sour milk
...looks like your worst nightmare come to life,the dark figure in the corner of your eye, the dancing shadows in a candlelit room
...feels like knowing something is very wrong, walking in a dark room without a sense of direction, being unsure of what is going to happen next. -Austin
ECSTASY is the color of flamingo pink.
Ecstasy sounds like a crushing hit at a football game, my favorite songs playing on the radio, and chidren's quiet giggling.
Ecstasy tastes like Cookies and Cream Dippin' Dots, hot chocolate on a freezing winter night, and Palermo's pizza.
Ecstasy smells like pure gasoline, freshly brewed coffee, and cinnamon rolls on a Christmas morning.
Ecstasy looks like the shining golden dome at Notre Dame, my bed when I'm extremely tired, and a 78 inch flat screen TV.
Ecstasy feels like swishing a 3-pointer in the last second, swimming in a cold pool on a hot summer day, and hitting a walk-off homerun. -Jack