One thing that keeps my passion for teaching alive is the unique way in which children see the world. My 5th graders are often too cool for many things, including school, but when they are engaged and interested in something, classroom life changes, it actually comes alive. This year’s poetry unit brought out beautiful observations about the world. In conjunction with poetry in language arts, we’ve been studying the United Nations’s 30 human rights. Students at this age begin to develop heightened senses of justice and fairness, and isn’t poetry just the perfect medium to express those feelings?
So for my first non-introductory blog post, I’ve decided to share some of the poetry my students turned in as part of their poetry project. I’ve spent the better part of this afternoon reading 36 poetry projects, so the fact the that I’m willing to spend this much more time retyping these poems for you can only assure you how much I love these pieces. The first bunch are just amazing, when you think about 10 and 11 year olds thinking like this. The last two are awesome, but using a whole different set of criteria, so please make it to the end!
Baby Steps
One step to a better world
Two steps and your path will unfold
Three steps you’ve done your time
Four steps you’ve used your mind
Five steps you know your rights
Six steps you can find the light
World War 3
A cause of death,
In many cases,
A human’s last breath
Their souls reap
hence the phrase
Look before you leap
A world war 3
Many will perish
And this is why
peace
we must cherish
I Feel
I feel like this
I feel like that
I like nobody understands what I say
I don’t feel loved
I don’t feel safe
I feel really pale in the face
We all feel different hings
We all feel the same thing
Poetry
Let it lay against your shoulder, and sing you to sleep
Let it find its way into your head and inspire you
Let it leave you stunned, surprised, and shocked
Let it leave an impression on you about how you think about the world
Let it carry you off to new places and adventures
War
He falls to the cold ground clutching his side,
Patriotic blood flows from his wound
Forever written on a wall
He fought for his country and now he
F
A
L
L
S
Pleasure from Pain
He falls so she can rise
She betrays so he can get away
He dies so she can live
She wins because he falls
War. . .
Why
Why does the songbird sing
When the flowers do not
Why does the sun warm the Earth
While the moon shakes the tides
Why do some people starve,
While others have a feast
Why are some left in shame
While others are deemed with gold
Why do some shed tears of sadness
While others toast their victory
Why do some face the jaws of death
While others are full of life
Why do some know what is what
While I do not
Monks
A stream of red,
in a valley of grey
a single ray of sunshine
on a cold rainy day
And a symbol of hope
the monks have come to pray
Where’s The Proof?
You say you can walk the walk
But can you talk the talk
You say you are better than me
But I don’t see any trophies
You say you know Beyoncé
But where are the autographed CDS
You say you went to the same concert as me
But you are just a big phony
You say you have a pony
But I have 20
You try to bully me
But you could never beat me
So until then you are still not better than me
I Feel
You dumped and stole my money
but I feel nothing
I’m kicked in the gut with a broken arm
but I feel nothing
You blindfolded me and then hit me
but I feel nothing
You backstabbed me and killed my family
I feel something
Now it’s my turn
and I want you to remember
I am your rain cloud
on a stormy day
Water in Beauty
I’m water
I’m ugly and clear
I’m unflavored and lonely
And I’m worth for sold for no money
I’m water
I should be free
People dump me
But when people drank me
They saw my beauty
Slavery
Slavery is not an option
for millions of people on Earth
Who cry and wish
they weren’t in this tragic mess
They yell, “Hallelujah”
“Mercy be upon us!”
but the badness still works
as the commander yells, “Get back to work!”
Death
Death is a friend I don’t want to meet
Death is a dream I never had
Death is the ugliest thing I can think of
Death makes me cry
With bitter tears of sadness
Death will haunt me until the end
I’ll just live my life as long as I can
Death spare my life if you can
Bad Love
I got dumped by husband
On my first anniversary
We were swimming
When he said,
“Honey, I don’t love you anymore.”
“There is someone else”
The Girl of your Life
If you like the girl, go talk to her
Talk about nature
Talk about school
Talk about yourself
Talk about the universe
Talk about the eight planets
You ask her about stuff too
As her about herself
Ask her how she is doing
Talk about or ask about anything you would enjoy asking or talking to her about