After watching several group poems from the different Poetry Slam competitions, the poets from Waters Elementary wrote their own group pieces. This lesson focused on working together as a team and respecting each other’s ideas. Enjoy!
Summer team
Bob the ice cream man making more money than ever,
From strawberry to chocolate
To people sneak eating it in their closet
A refresher to cool down on the hot summer day
The sun so bright
A man getting tan
From the scorching hot sun
Ice cream melting before your eyes
The beach
So packed with people cooling off in the cold water.
children competing to dig the deepest hole
And building sand castles
All these things are in one place.
They need each other.
The ice cream man is selling ice cream to all the people on the beach,
and the sun is the reason that the people are even at the beach in the first place.
This is the summer.
HORROR Group
Ghosts in the night
Filling up my mind
You scream in fright
You wonder if the ghost is kind
Dead bodies down the hall
I walk alone
Will I ever leave this horror of a dream
Crying inside; can’t sleep at night; I’m running from home
All the different parts of my life
Are swarming together
As sharp as a knife
Stabbing into my life
Running to escape from my doom
But I only ever get closer to my tomb
Blood streams follows of the people i have wronged
Thousands of mistakes follow me
My past haunts me with doom
I will never be free
The horrors of my past will always loom
I long for a day that the sun shines here
But for now the clouds in the sky cause fear
Heads of bodies are watching me
Free me
School Crew
In the middle of a math lesson, everyone is laughing and having fun, except the quiet kid, who’s the one being laughed at. She has been bullied for months because of her race, being called a bunch of racial slurs. She wants to make this stop, and she finally has a plan. “I’m sorry’’ she doesn’t want to hurt anybody who is kind to her but she has no choice.
Teacher: What have my students ever done to you? Just let them be, you don’t have to turn gunshots into a symphony.
SS: Nah teach, you just don’t see what they do. I’m tired of them criticizing me for being a certain race, I’m done with all of this (Chik-Chik-Boom!)
Student: Oh my god, what just occurred?! Why is this the U.S.’s curse! I tried to make them stop but I don’t want to turn them against me.
SS: Well, that’s too bad. I don’t wanna burst your bubble, but trying isn’t always acceptable. (Chik-Chik-Boom!)
Principal: I´m calling 911. This is ridiculous
Student #2: I’m scared, terrified the shooter has come to take another life, and I don’t want it to be mine please, please don’t take mine. My heart is like running a mile, I have to dial in a fast style. So the police can save us all, so then we can escape this nightmare for once and for all.
Police: CPD! Open the door! Get out here now or we’re adding 10 bullets more!!!
She was done, for all had ended and the cops had arrived, her gun was empty and she just sighed.
SS: Okay officers, you got me. Just know I’m not done
A school filled with laughter and learning
But they don’t know what to expect
Although it’s backstory isn’t that pretty
Taunting, intolerable acts towards others that’s what hides underneath
All these insecure kids hide under layers of makeup and their parents’ money
Yet they hurt people and make them feel bad because they got their head stuck in society’s problems.
Videos are shared everywhere you go
Race and beauty one of the main things people really care about
That’s enough, somebody wants revenge.
Deep down she’s hurting and wants to do something about it
She wears a black hoodie, she hides her gun, and enters the building
Innocent kids screaming for help, ambulance sirens could be heard
They all know her name now but don’t know her motive
Maybe if they were nice none of this would have happened
The Misunderstoods
Attention class
Oh here we go again
This class is so trash
Keep up that attitude and you’ll learn nothing
Trust me, I’ll learn more by doing nothing
You make me so heated
When you get home yo mama gonna give you a beaten
Is that a threat you put upon me
Oh here we go again the classic teacher versus student it will never end
Busted
Oops my bad no it’s always your bad
You can’t keep doing this
I remember when this all started
The teacher was furious and said this behavior would not stand
The New Day Kids
Creeping up on the day light
The moon rising from behind the shadows
Feeling like I’m being followed
By the white moon and it’s starry night
I look at my window and see sparkling lights scattered in the sky
Two worlds coming to life
But I still don’t know if I’ll suffice
Because we know the wind blows a little colder
And each time it blows I feel a little older
Because as time goes by I won’t have this feeling enough
So I try to hide it with a bluff
But every time I close my eyes I feel the moon `watching
And finally disappears
And tomorrow my fears fly away
Then comes a new day
But I must hurry before the night turns to day
The Superheroes
“He is the coolest superhero in the world”
“Everyone get down hands in the sky”
“Everyone gives me a smile heheha”
“I live in the in the shadows until the light calls me”
“I bet he is beating up all the bad guys right now, I would like to be like him some day”
“Gimme the cheddar”
“Time for the greatest trick of all”
“CRASH”
“I swing in to hear the tick tock of a clock but no clocks in sight”
“My mom is still at the bank I wonder what she is doing”
“Its him get him GET HIM”
“Bang! POP! POP!”
“I never knew the masked vigilante could be so naive”
“Hear a Bomb Ticking inside the bank”
“I know he will save the day”
“Goodbye you pest”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“BOOOM!”
“I gotten out just in time but I am the only one”
“I HATE HIM HE KILLED MY MOTHER”
“A perfectly executed job”
“And now for my next trick”
“I am Batman”
The Crispy Chicken Tenders
The tenders so tender endless satisfaction
Chickens are killed for this delicious meal
They are finger-licking good
KFC or Popeyes? Still pondering
Still wondering through this maze of calories
Wondering how they make them in the chicken factory
What would it look like being in a chicken gallery
Crispiness sizzles all around. The hot and fresh deliciousness
Frying the chicken allowing it to soak up in grease
One bite with a crunch and a guilty pleasure
The Accidents
I’m riding my scooter
I hear mother scream slow down
Turn to my left to see a bright light
when everything goes out
I’m driving in a daze and
everything is hazy
I hit a speed bump I think
Then all I hear is screams
everything disappears
My child, my baby
To god I pray
I look down at the ground
And there he laid
My beloved son
before my eyes
If I would have acted faster
Maybe he’d be alive
I’m walking home
I see a car speed by
And in a second
A little boy dies
The Sand Monsters
The child runs by as I flap through the sky
It’s tiny legs do not carry it far
I would warn it if I could
But the sand just piles behind.
The wind whips me around on the barren beach
And in the distance, a child running for their life
The thing is coming right toward me,
But as an umbrella, I can only serve shade and not shelter.
Oh my gosh this is so fun!
I am playing tag with my new friend.
It may be made of tiny rocks, but I love it anyway!
Wait, why am I sinking? Sand, stop eating my legs!
This child screams as I claim its eyes
It burns, it burns, they scream
I shoot my poison up its tiny nose
Goodbye child, we will play another day.
The child is in their sandy grave, never to breathe again.
I’m sorry I could not save it, but the deed is done.
I am now the sand.
Another victim swallowed, just another day.
Beware the sand!
