Thursday, October 27, 2011

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 LancĂ´me 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

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

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

Thursday, October 20, 2011

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.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

sacrifice

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

Thursday, October 13, 2011

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.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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