On Monday at Perez, we talked about personification, and how it can help us write about larger than life ideas, like time, emotions or nature. We also explored how we can personify everyday objects around us in order to tell our stories, and talk about ourselves in different ways. This week, we have a few serious poems that speak to the moon, to the ocean, and to war. And we have a couple of humorous pieces, that include a short letter to aliens along with a pair of talking shoes! Enjoy these poems by Mr. Reinholdt’s and Ms. Armstrong’s 7th and 8th graders.
7th Grade
La Luna
Mia F.
En una de mis noches de soledad
con el corazon en pedacitos
en mis penas le pregunté a la luna,
¿Que sera de esas personas que deje
en mi pais?
a tan solo un vuelo de distancia.
Entre llantos le pregunto
si la culpable soy yo.
Ella solo me responde que
sanare con el tiempo.
Yo desolada le pregunto
como serian las cosas
si estubiera con ellos
ella me dice que solo no pienses en eso
y entre muchos sentimientos
me pregunto a mi
¿Ya es hora que los deje en al pasado?
The Ocean
Lia
Oh ocean, how deep you really are
how deep blue you are, how your water
shows reflections, how you make waves
how you make me wonder, how is life underneath
the water? Oh how I could go on,
I also wonder, why or how are you
so blue, why are you blue on top, but
so dark on the bottom? Why must you
be so salty? Why do you
do the things you do?
Ernesto G
Aliens
For any extraterrestrial beings outside
of earth, or on earth, I would like to
know, how does it feel to float in
space? Is it crazy, do some get lost?
8th Grade- Group 1
Juan R.
Space
It looks like an
Endless void
But is there really an end?
What does it look like
up there, is it
really all just dark
with nothing there
just planets?
Why is it freezing up there
is there a secret
thing that controls whether
it’s cold or warm?
Jose P.
Shoes
Stop!
slow down
you use me everyday
Chill!
I have so many
questions.
Jose,
why don’t you get new
shoes?
I’m old as time.
You’re so fast,
I’m
disintegrating
I see
so many shoes at school
nice ones,
why don’t you get
nice shoes like
Gael?
Your feet
smell
from running in
Mr. Millikans
gym
all day
Lizette P.
A Backpack Small and Full
Why are you so heavy?
So small and compact
Holds all and can never hold more
Pains and aches
Posture not straight
A backpack
My backpack
like a jungle where nothing can be found
Giovanni F.
The Clock
The clock
sees many faces
how many does it see?
Time
has seen many events
but how many has it seen?
Some people
find ways to kill you
Why do people not like you?
I like you
because you show
how things play out, and make new paths
But when will you let us go back and relive?
You have three hands
that have so much power
and a face with so much hate
how do you have time, for your time?
8th Grade Group 2
Fatima P.
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I don’t hate you but I hate all the memories you
bring back to me.
Why do you bring me so many memories?
You are bright and beautiful whenever I look up at you.
At night I look out my window and look for you.
Why do you remind me of him?
I have so many questions for you.
I have questions that are never gonna be answered.
I tell you all my problems and you just listen.
I love you,
I love the moon.
Itzel H.
Music
What is it about you that makes me feel this
way, anytime I listen to you?
How do you have the power to bring me so many
memories?
Being the only thing that can make me feel this
way, why?
Why isn’t it the letter?
Why isn’t it my own memories that make me feel
like I’m there right now living the moment?
Something I want to let go,
but can’t because of that song.
I love and hate how it makes me feel
so that’s why I want to ask you,
Music, how do you make me feel this way?
Liliana G.
Dear Mountain
Dear Mountain,
Through the hundred millions of years that
you’ve lived did you ever cry as you’d get
destroyed at war?
“Yes, I have” you told me sadly.
Were you a human given a second chance
at life?
“Yes, I was once human” you’d say as you get
up.
Rumors say you opened your arms and covered
ancient dragons, is that true?
“Yes, I’ve hidden them from humans” you’d say
as you let out a loud growl.
During harsh winter would you shiver as the cold
snow lands on you?
“No, I’ve grown used to it” you say at
ease.
Have you ever felt at peace dear mountain?
“Yes as wild life lives and grows I thrive” you laid down
and slept.
Mateo C.
Why War?
Why do you watch as we tear us apart?
How do you feel as you watch us kill each other?
Would you stop?
Have you seen the consequences of your actions?
That war kills almost everything,
I have seen religions, people, generations,
die because of us.
Will you ever stop?
Why war?
