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The Night
Owls are hooting The stars look pale yellow like they are invisible When everyone is asleep thousands of animals hunt In the north sky the moon is bright white There’s a sweet smell coming from the...
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Oceanlight
A haunted lighthouse flicks on and off. Sailors get lost. The moon beams onto the middle of the ocean. Until a breezy wind floats by and no more light shines. Only sounds of waves float by And mystery...
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Hardly Myself
Today again I am hardly myself. Grass sprouts from my hair like antennae. Flowers become my eye lashes as bark covers my soul. My teeth are like acorns crunching on my concrete tongue. Rocks and...
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Land of the Lone Star
Leaving land of lone star of heat, humidity, and horses on a huge white bird over open ocean in night’s ebony embrace Out of the ominous an amazing archipelago the pearl of perfection the majesty of...
View ArticleHappy National Poetry Month!
Happy National Poetry Month! Today is the start of a Poem a Day, a month-long celebration of poetry by WITS students. Each weekday we will share a poem by one of our talented students here on the blog....
View ArticleYo tengo un bello sueño
Yo tengo un bello sueño Sueño que estoy en una nave espacial y que viajo afuera en una galaxia. Sueño que no exista más la violencia y que exista la paz en el alma. ¿Que sueñas? Sueño con la noche y...
View ArticleAli
Do you know that there are two layers of love and joy inside and outside? Look deeper, because I understand the color of the sun; and there is nothing more I could ask for than a life like the color...
View ArticleThe River Home
Home is a River Flowing perfectly in silence Like a big rock for support The waves crash against the Sand, washing away All obstacles in my way By Maejon, 7th grade Click the link above to listen...
View ArticleYo soy (I Am)
Soy de México donde viven mis abuelos. Soy de las gotitas que me caen en mi cara. Yo soy de mi mamá que me abraza y me susurra cuando me duermo. Soy del sonido del canto de los pájaros. Soy del...
View ArticleMy Name
My name, to me, in English means fire, And water, raging and fighting, but not Very different, in all they are friends, It smells like mint, burning and sighing, Crackling and dying, My name has a...
View ArticleWhat Is
Funny is when you see an animal that plays Music is a joyful journey through your heart. Writing is your imagination taking you to different places. Reading is a race to knowledge. Flowers are the...
View ArticleHope
The ocean writes notes to those who seek its majestic treasure of beauty. My future is swallowed by those who disturb its tranquility. Belief cries and sounds like a person’s heart being double...
View ArticleOde to Ink
Crushed from the black rock captured in a bottle of dark gold like gunpowder in musket on paper black as night wandering in the shadows like a spider waiting for its prey captured in its web ink like...
View ArticleWhen a Sheep Dreams
When sheep dream They don’t look up at the sky, but their heads are filled with clouds floating quietly this way and that By Alashia, 4th grade Click the link above to listen to the poem read on...
View ArticleMist of the Night
In the mist of the night, I zoned to sleep. An antelope, very fleet, at tremendous speed crashed through my body into my heart to ram and break or carry away those bad things breaking my heart. It...
View ArticleChange
Sometimes I don’t like change but then I remember how leaves turn red and gold, then fall of and then grow back again bright green. I remember change is part of the life cycle and I’m okay with it....
View ArticleA Story to Tell
My eyes have a story to tell. I was born in a place that freezes the ground. Life was beautiful before the war. Now I am devastated. I feel like the world has come to an end. There is no house, there...
View ArticleWhat am I?
I am in the center of a galaxy. I am a circle or a sphere. I am black. Light cannot escape from me. Flying objects get sucked into me. It is very silent where I live. What am I? A black hole! By...
View ArticleFuture Traveler
I’m the brightest parrot flying in the jungle. I’m the sugar in the coffee, maybe the salt to the sour salad. I’m the moon that glistens in the dark; he’s like the sun to the sunset. We are the peak...
View ArticleFarewell National Poetry Month
This April, Writers in the Schools celebrated National Poetry Month and the power of the imagination, reaching 2.3 million people in Houston and beyond! Student words were spread through H-E-B markets,...
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