Poetry - Student & Teacher Writings & Selections

NATURE

A Haiku by Ms. Blair (April, 2016)
Dirt, water and sun
Fun playing in the garden
Flowers make it nice

A Haiku by Ms. Blair (April, 2016)
Therapy of quiet song
Feel the breeze and warmth of sun
Gardening the soul.

A Haiku by Monsieur Lazar (April, 2016)
Mount Ida rises,
Majestic in the morning,
Turned pink by the sun.

A Haiku by Mr. Jakobsen (April, 2016)
Rich soil brown, fertile
Warms sunshine warms the cold ground
Time to sow the field

A Haiku by Mr. Jakobsen (April, 2016)
Dandelions bloom
Pastures dotted in yellow
Spring in the meadow

"Night" by Jasmine, grade 4 (April, 2016)
As I watch the stars come out,
Set a-glow with light, I always
Watch the secrets of the night.
The moon takes its place in the depths of the sky,
While the sun goes to sleep,
Saying good-bye.

"Nature" Rachel, Grade 5, 2014, Parkview

Whispering waters and lapping waves,

Silent fog and shadowed graves,

Swaying trees and dew-covered grass,

Scampering mice and prowling cats.

It is on this one dark night when all is still,

The air always seems to carry a chill.

It is always on this one night …

Halloween is full of fright.

“Colours of The Meadows” by Kate, grade 5, Feb., 2016                                     

Rainbows bloom throughout the meadows;

each petal has its say.

Some will fall and some will stay,

but the smartest one will flow

with the wind.

“Full Moon on Mirror Lake” Constance Levy (Imagery)

Tonight

on this still,

smooth lake

high

in its forest place

the wandering,

wondering moon

becomes acquainted

with his face.

John Frank’s collection A Chill in the Air: Nature Poems of Fall and Winter

“Thief” (metaphor)

The winter’s wind is a clever thief:

He’ll join with you in play,

Then slip his hands inside your coat

And steal the warmth away”

SPRING

“Blossoms Are Here” by Maya, grade 2, 2014, Parkview

Spring smells freshly.

Baby birds singing in the forest

Colourful flowers all around me,

sunny skies up above.

SUMMER

“Summer”  by Hailey, grd 3 (April, 2016)

Say, “yeh”Us together Mother Nature Marvelous Everyone enjoys Rivers

GENERAL, LIFE!

"Bastion" An Acrostic Poem by Riley B., Grade 3, April 29th, 2016
Beautiful
Awesome
Super
Talented
Incredible
Outstanding
Neat

“A Wish” Tim Meyers Dark Sparkle Tea and Other Bedtime Stories (strong rhythm)

I wish I could see,

as night comes on,

how the deer who hide

all day long

are not so shy

when shadows come,

hungry enough

not to turn and run,

but step from the trees,

nervous and peering -

the lower their heads

and feed in the clearing

BULLYING

“It’s NOT Cool” by Camryn and Brooklyn, grade 5, Feb, 2016

Bullying is not cool.

It’s actually quite cruel.

Calling names and laughing out loud,

Taking and breaking,

i want to say Go Away!

But I’m scared.

What would they do?

They could hurt my sister too.

Scared, alone, no clue what to do.

The bell has gone; I’m headed home.

Yet not alone.

Should I tell?

So I’ve told my mom.

She has taken care of the bullying.

At last it has stopped.

I’m having fun at school now,

and people actually think I’m

Pretty cool!

FRIENDS

“Friends” a Found Poem

Find something in common
Respect other students
Invite and INCLUDE kids to participate
Empathy
kNow when to support
Do the right thing
Say you’re sorry

By: Hailey, grd 3 (April, 2016)

Shawn Bird, SD83 Teacher, Teacher-librarian and writer:

“I’m flipping the pancake

and no furry friend is tangled in my legs

hoping for disaster.”

POETRY FORMS:

SHAPE POEMS

Toasting Marshmallows: Camping Poems Kristine O’Connell George (Shape Poems)

“Tent”

First

smooth dirt.

No rocks or roots.

Next, sharp stakes, poles,

strong nylon rope.  Shake, snap.

Billow, whoof settle.  Tug.  Pull taut.

Our tent is up.  Blooming, bright orange.

LIMERICKS

“Hooked on Books” by X.J. Kennedy

A remarkable man of Bound Brook

Likes to hang up his coat on a hook,

But what makes him of note

Is he keeps on his coat

While he dangles, absorbed in a book.

FREE VERSE (no end rhyme but internal rhyme)

“He” a riddle describing a Fox by Joyce Sidman in Butterfly Eyes and Other Secrets of the Meadow

He

trots

through

meadow-gold grass

in Dawn sun

furred

mysterious

a word

hunting

its own

meaning

Who is he?

ACROSTIC POETRY

Alphabetical poems of Jennifer Bell in Animal Crackers

Lonely, or

Are there any gentlemen bugs to

Date?

You look

Beautiful in your

Unusual dotted dress at the

Garden party