Wishes and Dreams: Poems about another life

I wish I wasA blue star

I wish I was a blueStar with friends

I wish I was a blue Star with friends thatMade a picture in the

skyI wish I was a blue

Star with friends that made

A picture in the sky that was

Called Wani the Brave - Wani Mwangu

I wish my friends, my friends wouldn’t go neverBut I’m happywith themI wish I couldread people’s mind,But I’m happy to know what I doI wish, I wish, I wishI like, I like, I like - Sitara Pearce

My name is ChocolateI live in the country of Chocolate I’m a friend to everybodyI’m smooth and deliciousI’m fluffy and sugaryI’m crazy and fabulous Oh, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate isMy life.C.H.O.C.O.L.A.T.E - Aicha Yacoub

Kaleidoscope, Music Box, Seashell: Poems about special objects in our

livesIts dark and dankWhen I’m near the sea bankIt’s hot and dryWhen I’m in the car with some guyIt’s cold and moistWhen I’m on his counterIt’s white and cold inside the shell.

-Sam Womack

My smoothColored friendSoft as cottonGives me luckHe does notShatter like glassInside it is whiteBut dusty I feelNo pain when itsUnder my pillowGiving it to youWould make me Happy -Dan Tala-Ngai

Without my seashellI would be incompleteI would feel like a mother without her babyA man with no moneyA bee with no honeyAnd a tree with no rainI would be incomplete -Farah Nanji

Inside my lucky shellit is smalland crampeda dusty, saltywall. Only onecolor insidewhite. It wasplain andwhite.-Dan Tala-Ngai

When I sleep with my seashellUnder my pillow my nightmaresWill become sweet dreams withBig and colorful butterfliesIf I give you my seashellI will feel like I did a sinWithout my object I will be lonelyAnd I can fill a bucket with my tears. What will I do without it? -Antillia Matenda

My eagle claw is white and beigeSharp and solidNice and luckyMy claw, my lovely clawWhen I sleep with it under my pillowI feel free, I dream of peaceWithout it I would be sad and lonelyStuck

-Stephanie Leprohon

Definition and Catalogue Poems- How we see the world: what it used

to be, what it is and what it isn’t

I used to be nineBut now I am tenI seem to be quietBut really I am talkativeI wish I was famousI’m happy with being ordinaryI wish you knew how muchI like my friends -Danyella Mulunda

I used to be youngBut now I am oldI seem to be shyBut I’m really a chatterI wish I was a soccer playerI’m happy with the fact that I’m getting better at soccerI wish you knew I am Awesome -Imani Paluku

I used to be bored but now I have a PS.3 I used to beDull, but now I’ve got brand new games. I used to beTired, but now I’ve got the game Smackdown vs. RawI used to sleep at 8 pm but now I sleep at 3 am -Group poem by the VGE’s (Video Game Experts) Wani Mwangu, Sam Womack, Imani Paluku, Giovanni Fontain

What are friends?Friends are fun lovingTruthful, funnyEnjoyable, trustingAnd friendlyThose are friends -Karen Sereshgi

Just…meI’m not ChandniI’m not KarenDon’t compare me orStare at meI’m not likeAnyone elseDon’t judge meBefore you know meI’m not MayaAnd I’m not Esther Don’t you get it yet? I’m just me Plain old me -Sitara Pearce

FriendsForgiving and GratefulPlayful and PreciousTrusting and ForeverHelpful and Friendly Best Friends -Shezlin Hemnani

Who are they to me?I call them sistersThey’re foreverThey’re pieces to my puzzleThey’re grateful, playful, forgiving and FunnyWho are they to me?My best friends forever -Sitara Pearce

My mom thinks she knows whatFun is but she doesn’t Fun is not reading Fun is not sleepingIt’s not cruel Fun is not boringFun is not waiting Fun is not calming down Fun is fun!Please say you know what fun is! -Wani Mwangu

A rival isA person you compete againstYou fight against for the sameThing, not a nice personA horrible being, an enemy -Hari Woodman

Soccer is all about winningBut it needs a lot of cheering It is an exciting sportBut sweaty -Imani Paluku

Homework is BoringA waste of timeHomework isSomething you mustGet rid of immediatelyHomework is somethingThat shouldn’t exist

Homework is notA video gameA chicken to eatHomework is notFunA thing to spend time doingHomework is notWhat you can win easily -Hari Woodman

Haiku and Lune: Poems about nature, space and other silly stuff

Too much gravityA large supernovaA lot of space dust -Hari Woodman

Clowns are funnyWhen clowns perform people laughThey’re so funny -Esther Kasala

On my planetThey have stars as big as myhead…please don’t leave -Maya Golan

Roach in a canHand in warm water, heliumKnock-knock jokes -Soren Ford

Wonderland

Tiny blue peopleRed sky, big falling carsTalking tiny trees -Chandni Shukla

Tree, what a lovely tree HappyA soft and happy treeColorfulGreen and peaceful like a growing flower -Stephanie Leprohon

When you walk up a mountain’s steep slopeIt’s usually hard -Sam Womack

Cheetahs

Determined leadersSpotted cat cubs hunting preyFast dangerous packs -Ngangneh Tsewole

The Diamante: Poems exploring opposites or shades within a

theme

Mean coach Extreme, petty,

appearance, shabbyRunning, Tiring, Struggling

Agreeable, Satisfactory, Kind, Pleasing

Encouraging, Saying Good things

Who? Who?Nice coach

-Imani Paluku

Swimming Fun, ShortLaughing, Playing, Relaxing Fun- loving, fun Long, StressfulBoring, Tiring, AnnoyingHard working, hard thinking Boring, Boring School -Amara Munbana

Mom Strict, Stern Demanding, Yelling, Bawling Acting mean, very helpful Calming, loving, trusting Important, important Friend -Wani Mwangu

SleepNice, Peaceful

Resting, Sleeping, Good Feeling

Cool Dreams, Running Around

Fishing, Jumping, walkingLoud, Noisy

Awake -Sam Womack

SadGray, Blue

Crying, Sleeping, HidingI can’t believe it

Bawling, Sobbing, PoundingBlack, AwfulDevastated

-Saara Rajwani, Soren Ford, Durjaya Sharma

SwimmingCold,, Big

Jumping, Playing, PracticingNo running, Planting FlowersWatering, Seeding, Flowering

Plot AllotmentGardening

-Giovanni Fontain

5th grade Fun, New Working, Cooking, Learning I love 5th grade Playing, Reading, Solving Smart, Noisy 6th Grade

-Danyella Mulunda

A poem for two voices

Piano Guitar Wide, Smooth Electric, Colorful Sitting, Playing, Moving Positioning, Standing, Moving Makes you feel cheerful Makes you feel cheerfulPositioning, Standing, Moving Sitting, Playing, Moving Electric, Colorful Wide, Smooth Guitar Piano

-Danyella Mulunda, Antillia Matenda

Lolly and Varnack: Poems about the influence of line and shape

Varnack is evilRed as the devilSneaky and pickyReally, really trickyVarnack is evilRed as the devil -Saara Rajwani

Lolly is the source of lifeShe is responsible for the skyLolly is roundShe is the secret of the stars -Aicha Yacoub

Varnack is like a tiger thatroars for food. Varnack is like a beast thateverybody knows One hundred people inone city, in one dayPeople start disappearingVarnack is the king of evil - Durjaya Sharma

Lolly loves lavender lotionLolly likes the lime green ocean

-Saara Rajwani

Pointy as thunderA big fat blunderSharp as a pencilI call it the Varnack -Farah NanjiVarnack is a big cheater

Lolly is peaceful and always trying to winand participate in every competitioneven if they lose or get embarrassedby the audience -Imani Paluku

Lolly, Varnack. Varnack, LollyVarnack is tough and sneaky like a spy. He

is the king of meanness, distraction and

nightmares.

Lolly is smooth like paper andgentle like china.She is the queen ofniceness, balance and

wonderfuldreams.

At day they both rest on the oppositesides of the world. Varnack west and Lollyeast, but at night they are active

When you have a bad dream, Varnackis staring at you with his sharp, evil and stormy

eyes.

Lolly is there next to you when you have

a good dream, blowing you a sweet, friendly and relaxing kiss. When they fight at

midnight sometimesVarnack wins orLolly wins. They are equal.

- Wani Mwangu

Poems about Culture: Exploring, Explaining and Expressing

I’m CongoleseI love to danceI love African songsI’m African -Antillia Matenda

In my culture we are not allowed To eat certain types of meatAnd my culture is also that whenWe get new clothes or watchesWe serve flowers to our godsBefore we wear themThat is my culture -Durjaya Sharma

Eating foodWhen you are in a good moodGoing to mosque everydayChatting with my friendsWearing fancyFeeling prettyIt’s all meMy culture

- Farah Nanji

CultureAffaireMondialEconomieRespectOne CameroonOne starNo guerre -Aicha Yacoub

They say I have my father’s cultureIsrael, Moroccan, EgyptianThey say I have my mother’s cultureCongolese And they say before I eat to pray the Shema like my grandfatherAnd work like my grandmotherWould it be my head that will only be mine? -Maya Golan

One day I am like LollyHappy, cheerful and always lovelyNext time you see me I am like VarnackSharp, mean, angry, just because of youYou twisted the words that meant a lotYou made me ashamed of my culture -Saara Rajwani

I am crushedI heard a really bad thing about my religionI feel like killing that personBut my dad told me not to worryBut I still feel like killingI found that It was the wrongThing I heard -Antillia Matenda

Some people think my culture is dumbSome people think my culture is poorPeople think the people in my culture are weird

But They are smart Can build Interesting lifestyles And nothing is weird about that culture

All they need is Some Help -Wani Mawngu

Stuck Between Two Cultures

When I was born in Congo there was a crucial war So I had to go to the U.S.A when I was 1. When I was in the U.S. I learned their language, food, manners. I learned their way. As time passed slowly the war was ending so 7 years later I went back to Congo Congo was a new life for me. As time passed, I also learned their food, language, manners. I learned their way, but I still had U.S.A. in me

Few years later I still Tried to keep U.S.A in me and I was Learning Congolese culture. It was tough. It was like Congo and USA were having a tug of war fight with Me

The tug of war game is still on - Wani Mwangu

Acrostics: Poems of sadness and troubled times

Hari’s house was demolished yesterdayOffensive children laughed at himMost of them were friends of myEnemy who doesn’tLike looking at meEmotional third graders appeared andSmashed one of my enemies teeth outSuccessfully -Hari Woodman He lives to c

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Home is totallyOut of orderMy wateryEyes cry like the riverLonely withoutEveryone I loveSadness toSurvive -Chandni Shukla

Too manyHappy and SadRunning around in circlesOn the groundNever patientGrudgy people -Sam Womack

Left out NOt wanted FeeliNg like the most hatEd person inLondon Why is this onlY happening to me???? -Farah Nanji

Lifeless at timesOwned by a bully at timesNever asked to be part of a groupEgo falls down drasticallyLeft outYou’re on your own -Ngangneh Tsewole Rapid way to

Appreciate yourPersonality -Wani Mwangu

Occasional Poetry: Poems to celebrate special occasions

and ordinary events graduationa new grade hurray hurray!clean lockers hurray hurray!more homework boo boo!stricter teachers boo boo!F-R-E-E-D-O-M hurray hurray!G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-O-N hurray hurray! -Antillia Matenda

Graduation, GraduationWhy do you onlyhappen once?

I want you to be thereevery time I pass a class

Graduation, graduationWhy do you only

happen once?-Karen Sereshgi

It’s Valentine’s day! It’s Valentines Day! Yippi Yay Yee! Send lots of cards from me Love is not a mystery I look in my locker and in my desk no valentine cards for me Love is history -Wani Mwangu

PullyI wonder where you are PullyMy dogMy first dogMy first lovely dogYou made me laughYou made me cryAlways trying to protect meI’ll never know whyWhy?We gave you to the SPCAAnd now I regretGiving you away -Sitara Pearce

FuneralOne day my uncle passed awayMany people knew himThey put him in his coffinAnd straight to the cemeteryI started cryingAnd what I knew in my heart heWas with me -Esther Kasala

WeddingThe day my brother got marriedFor him walking down the aisle was scaryI was proud of my brotherAnd so was my fatherMy brother got marriedSoon it will be his anniversary

-Danyella Mulunda

Group Poems: Defining ourselves as part of a whole

Chandni chocolate lovingAicha apple lovingSaara super stylishShezlin super sassyAntillia adorable artist -The Fabtastic Girls: Chandni, Aicha, Saara, Shezlin, Antillia

We are zillionairesWe used to be billionaires

We go schoolingThat’s why we have money

We love pizzaBecause it has delicious cheese

We have moneyWith money we buy chocolate

The zillionaires ruleWe love money so much -The Zillionaires: Dan, Soren, Esther, Danyella, Amara

Tigerlicious andHelpfulEnthusiasticGreen LOving chiLdrenDiverse peoplE who love cheeseNever stopClimbingLadders to reAch the topWe are the golden clawS forever

-Golden Claws- Farah, Stephanie, Sitara,

Ngangneh

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Money, money, money,Where is all my money?I thoughtI was a billionaire.I can’t buy anything Without my moneyMoney, money, moneyWhere is all myMoney? -The Billionaires: Karen, Maya, Durjaya, Alexandre

Portrait Poetry: Poems about who we are today

On June 1st in a small town in GermanyA little baby named Samuel Franklin WomackWas born, I was born a little smartyAt Fort Meade I snuck out of my crib and did allSorts of thingsNow I’m 10 turning 11 and I think, I really did that? Wow!I think how much I’ve changed and how the years have gone by so fastAnd people don’t know me when I go to another school. They say, “Oh he’s so quiet, I think he’s mute.”But they don’t know me. They don’t know who I am.But I say, “ Hello, my name is Sam, what’s yours?”

-Sam Womack

I’m not tallI’m not smallI’m plain and normalI’m not perfectI am me and only meNobody can replace me.

-Dan Tala-Ngai

My mom wasexpecting a girlbut she got a short-legged boy that likesto eat

-Soren Ford

I am EstherI am a big eaterI love to stand on logsAnd play with my dogsI have friendsWho will stay with me till the endI have friends who care And who are fairI am ten and friendlyWe are ten in my family

-Esther Kasala

I am AmaraI don’t have a sisterI like to play soccerI like schoolI don’t like homeworkI like PEI like recess

-Amara Munbana

I like roller coastersNot toasters

I have brown hairAnd fair skin

I like candyNot broccoli

I’m Farah-Farah Nanji

My name is Durjaya. I was born on April 23. I was chubby and cuteMy brown eyes are so shinyAnd I am sensitiveMy name is Durjaya -Durjaya Sharma

CutenessHas kindlyArrived toNeema andDeepak, theirNumber 1IntelligentSunshine andHas made themUnderstand I’mKool and trendyLaugh A lot -Chandni Shukla

Me!I’m a gray –eyedfair -skinnedlarge- hippedcurly -hairedgirlWell, I was

I grew to be a pink -lovinggreen- eyedcaramel- skinned girl

Now I’m an olive- eyed brown- skinned large hipped large footed long legged girl who likes to take photos to go ice skating be with family and friends

Guess who: Me! -Sitara Pearce

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-Sam Womack