Personify an Object

Write a poem or story from the perspective of something in the room. Imagine you are that object and try to use all of your senses to describe your world.

I am bright and shiny
For my place I am large
But in the surrounding I am tiny
I might look ridiculous but for my owner‘s heart
I am the hope of life
People doesn’t take me seriously even women
Who dress me all the time
But in ridab’s heart… I
Represent a loyal friend
With a caring love

who I am?

What am I?

BLOOD BLOOD
BLOOD,
Surrounded by
blood.
Red liquid
covering my body,
I’m only used
when people are naughty.
Used once
and thrown away at the nearest bin,
Today I was
placed at a child’s chin.
Deserted,
alone and unappreciated,
Dissociated and even violated.
No worries,
I am used to living a crucial life,
Despite that,
I wish someday I will find a wife.

People Love me

People love me! With me they’re never bored! I’ll play
music for you, start a game, store you’re favorite books, open you’re emails,
play a movie, and so many other things. You don’t have to carry heavy books nor
a heavy laptop anymore. I’m so light you’ll forget that you are carrying me.
You can use me as a Television, a Computer, a stereo, a photo viewer, a camera
or even a book library. I’m thin and wide.
Some people think that I’m boring and useless, or a big version of an
iPod! Trust me these people know nothing about technology. If you’re a
technology geek you’ll love programming applications for me. Speaking of
application, I own an application store that me and by younger brothers share.
We have so many applications that make us more interesting and you can find the
application that fits your needs and interests.

I cover everything here

Light shines on me

Instead of the people

I watch them from here

Unaware of my presence

Each of my squares like eyes that never blink

Everywhere the same

cold, grey-white sea of sight

I see everything

look up and know me

iSing, not dance.
Die,
but you can revive me.
Carry books, pictures,
nothing is too heavy!
Playful child, informed seer.
Addictive friend!
Confide in me, no one will ever know.
You'll miss me when iAm not around.

Write a Cinquain.

Write a cinquain, a poem in which each line contains the following number of syllables:
2
4
6
8
2

Write a butterfly cinquain:
2
4
6
8
2
8
6
4

For a variation on this form, use number of words per line instead of syllables.

Moment,
sudden light flash,
digits on a screen alive
holding within: places, faces, moments
past years.

Without

your voice, I must

remember what you love,

what you thought of the rain falling,

often.

What you do in the long hours

will be stories you tell

in the evening

return.

What‘s in my closet

Dresses for summer
Trousers that covered by new ones
Shirts that I wear in home and while washing my cars
Skirts of deferent length
Draft of memories
Dried flowers
Perfumes that I bought and was gifted as a birthday presents
Accessories inspired by gipsy
Colorful chiffon Scarves
Lipsticks which I never wear
Signed shirt by best friends
Pencils
And everything I want to hide….

List Poems

Write a list poem.

Things that are bother me

by Ridab Hamid

Gossips on this and that

Little noise as sounds of rats

Battery by a love who thought you will never leave

Back stepping of a friend like

Promises that will never kept

Destiny that never changed by choices

Dishonesty in feelings

Failure in achieving your dreams

Losing my properties

Pulling a rag from underneath my feet

Getting nothing except disappointing

People nowadays who lost every sense of humanity

Jealousy of girls on silly things

Greed y people who never says it’s enough

Getting noses in my business

Missing a true value of life

What's in your Bag?

by Kholoud

What in your Bag?
Purple with silver Northwestern Pen
Purple Marker
Black GIVENCHY Wallet
Flower bomb by Viktor Rolf
A pink Lipstick
Black Lancôme Mascara
Eyeliner
D&G, Sunglasses
Gold, Chanel Nail polish
Yellow kind of like a bracelet Flash
I love the ABP pin
And, all the other mysteries in the world

Things that bother me

by Monireh Ghaedi

 War

kids crying

Heart broken

Loneliness

Old mother looking out for someone

Earthquakes

Death

Hopelessness

Defeat

Violence

End of the world

Love someonewho doesn’t love you

The mother buries her child because of hunger

Hate some one who doesn’t love you

The child has cancer and write a letter for God

what's on the ABP floor

by Bob Marcacci

dust
blue blue blue
black dots and lines
strings & lost threads
a pencil stub
a paper clip
grey circular AC vents
brown planters the color of terra cotta
a balled up gum wrapper
the black hems of abayas
a pink sheet of lost homework
wires wrapped in transluscent packing material
a red cough drop
white eraser residue
a clear water bottle
shoes
prayer rugs
small stones & powerstrips
a torn scrap of paper
black casters & chair legs
plaster from the chipped corner of the wall
a stain
glitter

Fibonacci Sequence

This week, we wrote poems about sacrifice or love following the pattern of a Fibonacci Sequence.  This is the pattern with which we worked:
1
1
2
3
5
8

Students wrote poems using the corresponding number of either syllables or words in each line.

Mom!

Mom!
Earth
needs love,
tenderness.
Attention, brother.
Your sister awaits a message.

Eyes
talk,
words more,
hands my home.
Hold back tear drops when
the thought of us apart haunts my dreams.


***


Soft
warm
baby.
Truest love.
Little bundled girl
taught me the magic of mother.

sacrifice

Sacrifice
Tender
White blooms
In love field
Angelic in bitterness dark sea
Way up to heaven, or down until ground

Found Poem Cut-Up

Lines from the list of novels below were cut up and mixed together. Students chose handfuls of lines and arranged them into poems.

Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath, The Black Pearl by Scott O’Dell, Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O’Dell, Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Amazing Story of Adolphus Tips by Michael Morpurgo, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl, The Birchbark House by Louise Erdrich, Pearls of Wisdom compiled, selected or devised by Harry Millner, The River Between Us by Richard Peck, The Last Treasure by Janet S. Anderson, Coroline by Neil Gaiman, Journey by Danielle Steel, Under the Watson’s Porch by Susan Shreve, Princess Academy by Shannon Hale, Spells Trouble by Clarice Bean, The Celebrated Jumping Frog and Other Stories by Mark Twain, Men are from Mars, Women from Venus by John Gray, Life: Selected Quotations by Paulo Coelho, and By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept by Paulo Coelho

by Al johara and Kholoud
Seemed to be eighteen again. Now he walked along

Maybe you are getting old kid. You know

Beside me bathed in the clear mooring light

There must be where the picture was

Well they didn’t say it in a very nice way, I said

You’ve got better things to do with your time.

What that means. She just came to say

Is that a yes?

No one wants them

If you go around promising

A day without laughter is a wasted day.

Words that meant something to him.

I think you are one of the untidiest girls I

unable to say thank you,

"I feel funny," whispered back. "Maybe I'm

hand.

"it's not that. I'm just not feeling well."

bird or cloud's shadow sliding by, I think it's the

emptiness

Not every laugh is a happy one.

Look at me.

"What's wrong?"

shook her head as if dismissing

concern.

Take in every detail of him.

paused, took a deep breath, and then replied, "I know

replied and

wish he would.

He probably hates me

and he

put out his arms,

he was excited. as usual,

"Is?... asked.

nodded, and

noticed that her eyes were

her face, when

saw it.

dancing.

L..O..V..E

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only it's light
all smiles on the outside, but underneath....
Down on the ground and feel the planet's heart beat
"bour developed," said Uncle Jack. "But look at it this way,
"That's what I am."
We were driving through hills of olive groves.
We always have a tendency to see those things.

'neath the words on the paper

where I was scuttling up the front stairs to get inside and
ever keep them.
"Okay, so it's not a hole. Okay, so you know everything.
I have a new spirit helper," he declared, his voice
mean, "please, continue."
I didn't understand, but I didn't pursue it. For now, I
I found out I said terrible things to him, like I
'I'm glad you're here.'
She glared at him. "I think you did that on purpose."
So why don't you just dig up this treasure now so we can
what they say. And they stick together too much.
On the plate there were a dozen cookies
having kittens, and I
When I reached the steps in front of Uncle Jack's
All alone, in the middle of the night, Coraline began to
school without her. And who do we get as a head

Communal Haiku

Students wrote communal haiku poems. Each student wrote one line, folded the paper so the line was hidden, and then passed the line to the next person. The students were asked to include one of the following words in each line:
sea, eat, home, drink, cat, boat, write, day, split

the cat spilt the milk on the couch.
Cat don't go away.
My home is pretty.

The girls are eating.
There is nothing better than home.
he split the woodwork

*

the sea eat the boat
over the sea I sail at dawn
this day is very lonely

boat after boat drifts at night
I study in my home

*

I eat salad everyday
The sea is so beautiful

The color of the sea is blue.

my home in the green field
The cat was in boat.

*

The day passed quickly.
I write a nice story called "Night"
I need too much rest.

We arrived home at evening
I will split if I drink this day
I want to drink tea.

*

I buy a car.
I don't know everything.
I have a lot of clothes now.

I am writing HW with my sister.

don't split and drink from the sea

I write a haiku now.
eat the roses on the greeny grass
back from sea today

*

Blue boat on the beach
The writing class is blue.
The cat has black eyes.

day after day--dream

*

split the yellow moon
my sister drinks coffee.

The boy drank the water
I split the cake into two pieces
Every day is a beautiful gift.

*

The cat in my office.
Teacher writes all notes in my notebook.
The cat drinks my milk.

I do write to eat.
I saw a goldfish in seas.
The boat swung over sea.

*

I write short stories usually.

I eat spicey Indian food.

we arrived home too late
write a day at home

drink the water now

yesterday I wrote my homework.

*

the cat near our home dead
my home warm and beautiful.

I wait in my home.
Friday is my best day.
I drink a lot of juice every day

me and my friends drinking hot coffee
I'm home I'm a boat
drink wine in sparkling glass

*

At home I was sleeping
The boys are drinking and eating now.
home homie I missed you.
Come home now today
The cat was playing all day.
I like eating apples.

*

The baby eats many chocolates
What would not a cat want to eat
The cat play outside.

Split the diamond over earth

today we split banana
I love drinking tea.