This week, poets at Poe Middle School in Ms. Agboola’s class learned about the ghazal. Here’s what they created.
Blue
Savannah R.
6th g.
Feast. Fast.
Feast fast on your blueberries.
Hurry. They’re almost gone.
Come get the remaining blueberries.
So so so many. Too many!
These blueberries are suffocating.
They stained my dress.
Those crushed blueberries stained my dress.
Love blue.
Love blueberries.
Grapefruit
Kendall Silva
7th g.
On Christmas my mother overfills the
baskets with grapefruit.
Pineapple, mangoes, watermelon, other citrus
to but mostly grapefruits.
She opens the door to let the Christmas
air in.
Stands are open selling grapefruit.
I love to watch mom cut the grapefruit.
She peels the grapefruit so nice.
The vendor sells so many.
We are in shock of the low price of the
grapefruit.
Everyone at the table is happy to have
so much fruit.
Such an abundance of grapefruit
Apples
Cameron M.
6th g.
Apples Apples Apples Boy do I love Apples
Today I went to the apple orchard and saw a great apple
Apples apples apples boy do I love apples
I went to the market and saw a red apple
Apples Apples Apples boy do I love Apples
Today I went to my backyard and I saw a gold Apple
Apples apples apples boy do I love apples
All apples taste good just like a snapple
