In poetry when we write through the point of view or perspective of another character as if it was our own this is persona. After reading “Death of Snowman” by Vernon Scannell we discussed the use of persona to describe the point of view of snowman as he approaches summer. The poets were asked to then write through the point of view of something not human. Enjoy!
Monkey
by Anonymous
Oo ah ah!
I can swing from tree to tree
You can see me
Oo ah ah!
People have me at the zoo
And at the circus
But I want to go back to the jungle
Roses
by Mathew
When I grow, I’m beautiful
When people touch me
I hurt them with my little thorns
People hand me out to their loves
Dog
by Nathan
Abused like the ground
Adopted from a shelter
Woof woof bark bark
Spoiled like a rich kid
I lick you
You pet me
I bite you
You take of me
I love you
You love me
Cat
by Mylene
I scratch the couch when you’re gone
I hunt my prey and then pounce on them
I hate taking a bath
I kill rats and bugs in your house
I hate the animals that go bark
You can find me inside or out
I love when you play with me but I might bite you
Birds
by Alia
Chirp Chirp tweet tweet
I make my house out of sticks
I fly in the sky
I have pretty feathers
Perros
by Armando
Yo huelo mal
Yo como basura
Yo como gatos
Yo corro duro
Yo muerdo personas
Si son malos conmigo
A mi me gusta la carne
Y a jugar con la gente
Grass
by Eric
I move with the wind
People will walk on me
You can find me in the dirt
I can grow into a flower
Butterfly
by Sullivan
I am first a caterpillar
Then I eat a lot of plants
Then I bigger and bigger
Then I make a cocoon
I’m there for 15 days
After I come out
I can be red, orange, yellow, green ,
Blue, purple, pink, and gray.
I go from flower to flower
To eat nectar and help bees
After 29 days I die
Ghosts
by Melitani Moreno-Mejia
Boo! I say
Nobody hears me
I feel like I’m not there
When I was alive everyone would hear me
I come at night around 3am
I can go through walls
No one sees me because I’m not alive
What am I?
