What is your favorite sense? Which sense can you not live without? The poets in Ms. Chambers 7th grade class at West Park Academy used their senses to write poems for this session. They were asked to write a poem with 2 stanzas, 5 lines in each stanza. For the first stanza the poets had to focus on being descriptive. They had to describe a scene using the 5 senses, each line was a different sense. In the second stanza the poets were asked to use their senses in metaphorical ways. This session was about practicing being descriptive and metaphorical in one poem. Enjoy!
McDonald’s
Niazayah J. R. D.
The first bite of the McChicken was like Heaven
When I walk in I smell the delicious food
I hear the chattering people and laughter
There I see the workers doing their job and being polite
The McChicken was so warm
Final Lap
I can taste the victory
I already smell everyone’s defeat
I hear the joy as they scream my name
I can see the excitement
I feel like I’m on top of the world
The Cloud Gate
Santos E. N.
I can see everyone’s refixsons
I can taste the chips
I can smell everyone’s odor
I can hear the joy of the day
I can feel the heat of the sun
I can taste the joy in your arms
I can smell anger in your body
I can feel the sadness in your heart
I touch the excitement that’s contagious
I can hear your happiness and it’s very loud
El Mar
Jesus M.
Se escucha los patos
El mar sabe salado
El mar es hondo
El mar se mira como un desierto pero con agua
El mar huele como pescados
Puedo escuchar victoria
Puedo ver su alma
Puedo sentir alegria
Puedo oler sus mentiras
Puedo saboriar victoria
Park
Martin G.
I see flowers
I feel a nice breeze
I smell the roses
I hear two people fighting
I taste air and many other gases
I can smell you when you are close
I can taste the soul within these walls
I see everyone’s sadness but I know the happiness inside
I feel like no one cares but they say they do when I’m gone
Gas Station
Elijah C.
I touch the door handle of the gas station
I smell the gasoline when filling my car
I hear the cars leaving
I can see the chips
I taste the chips I bought at the store
I can smell the moon in the sky
I can see your brain
I taste your fear from your spot
I can touch the sky from below
I hear your mind
Theater
Jesus Colon
The movie theater smells like popcorn
You can see so many people and seats and the big screen
You can feel the warmth of the popcorn
You can taste the butter on the popcorn
And you can hear all the people in the lobby
It’s so hot I can hear the sun sizzling
It’s raining so intensely I feel the clouds falling
I can see the anger flowing around you
I can smell the joy that went into cooking the food
The score is 18-12, I can taste the success
