Concrete Week!

This week in Ms. Smallwood’s 6th grade class and Ms. Hernandez’s 7th grade class we took a crack at concrete poems. We read “Spew Machine” by John Grandits and discussed the logistics of a rollercoaster in poetry. Students used this poem as inspiration for their own concrete poems about objects, including some rollercoasters and some other explosive stuff. Students also used onomatopoeia to enhance the visual quality of their poems.

Ms. Smallwood
6th Grade 

The Big Bang

Levin M.

Plain Text:

It was my / first time / staying up late / on the 4th of / July.

As I watched the man light he jumped back. It sat there lonely. It jumped really high but it started to come down BANG / the sound of / him finding / little friends / All of them / friends / came / falling / down / with / bright / colors / that showed their / emotions

Once they reached the ground / their colors stopped like nothing too/ good can be true.

No more homework

Joseph M.

Plain Text:

If I made a rollercoaster it would start with a / drop downward then would go up / side down and then there’d be a big BANG / and / go back to normal and then it would go / up and then you’d see your homework that’s due / and once it turned / you’d hear another bang and you’d enter this room where there’s just / Homework and homework ripped up / and paper / and/ you’d go down a path / down / and down / and down

Ms. Hernandez 

7th Grade

Beach Day

Michael D.

Plain Text:

Your car starts. / VROOM then / a screech / turning a tough turn. The / wind blows in your / face with light shining in your eyes. / The sky starts / to come down / with THUMPS / hitting your roof. / The signs tell you where you are.

Someone / waves and / you say / “Hello!”

You get passed a bumpy road and you can finally relax at the beach

mmm que rico

Nicoll M.

mmm que rico es el ramen caliente

y sabroso ńam ńam ńam voy echar agua

al talon para hacer otro blog blog blop

despues aga lo el sobre y lo echo crac abre

el sobre lo echa en el agua iniendo

pon pon listo para comer por parte los

palillos parta agarar pasta del ramen

empieza a agarar pasta y se la meta a

la voca shuuuu rico nam nam

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“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.