Global WRITeS - Nyack Writes -Student Work

The following poems were written by Nyack Middle School 7th graders

2009/2010 Global Writes, Teaching Artist Jane LeCroy

How Not to Let a Boy Bring You Down

By K’Najae

Cry

Don’t cry, he’s not worth it

Think about him

Don’t think about him

Tell him you love him

Wait

Don’t be scared

Tell him how you really feel

How is he going to reply when you say it?

OMG it’s so hard

Is he telling the truth?

What will he say?

Does he mean it?

Don’t let him bring you down

Try to bring him down

Try not to keep him or the situation on your mind

But it’s so hard

Don’t let it out too much

Let it out a lot

Show him how you’re feeling

Tell him how you’re feeling

Call him

Don’t call him

Text him

Don’t text him

Stop!!! Stressing yourself

UGH!!!!! It’s so hard

The Hare and the Tortoise

By Jenny

I am the tortoise

People think they can hurt my feelings and hurt me

But I am tough

One day this person bothered me so much

The hare said, “Let’s race.”

The day of the race everyone cheered for her

Ready Set Go

At first I jog slowly

Then I saw the hare taking a nap

I tricked her and ran as fast as I could

Then the bully woke up and saw me almost at the finish line

A current and tide hit the hare when she was swimming in the ocean

She was behind me so I swam as fast as I could

Then I won

I declared that I beat the bully

And never again was the bully able to bully me or anyone else

My Room

By Joe

I come inside

I see ocean and sky

The sea green wall

The murky blue rug

The night sky curtains

It is Atlantic but Pacific

It is warm but cool

My room is opposites

It is Jungle

The ground rumbles

The dark brown shelf

The light brown desk

And a shiny steel structure

Like a bed reminds me of the Titanic

And the toys in my room remind me of rocks

But most of all

It is where I go to forget my misfortunes

Let Me Take You To Italy

By Dawn

During the light it turns dark

I hear waves crashing

Down, traveling over each other

The sand is so bright like the sun shining

Down with its heartbeat flashing like a TV

When it’s dark outside

I smell the fresh bread coming out of the oven

I smell the pizza on the table

It tastes like the spaghetti as it’s on its plate

The roads are busy as people in a crowded room trying to walk around

People talking to one another like the floor is connects

I hear the pebbles on the ground

I hear the pebbles falling down as cars run over them

I see the water sparkling, becoming a brand new diamond ring

I see the little lemon rinds beside the little white espresso cups

I hear the coffee grinding, it is poured

It belongs in the little espresso cup

The Wild West

By Sarah

I see the wind blow from the west

The hooves of the horse

Their manes flying like a

Pat pat pat

On the rocks they stumble

But then take off full speed

I am flying with them

The cowboys and cowgirls yelling

As the horses win the race

Again and again

I can hear the motivation of the announcer

And his booming voice

The horses are off and running!

I can hear from the top box

But all is nothing but a dream of the horse Flicka winning

Because I am at home listening to the

Honk Honk Honk of the buses and the cars

But I AM BACK and ready to attack

Just like I’m a mustang jumping in mid air

Mouth wide open like a tiger and then blood across the grass

And the horse laid there dead I think

There was a blur I was laying on the sofa TV still on

And that glass of water spilled

My dog licking the water off the floor

Mom coming Now

The Leaves

By Yasmyn