“Gems”

Today Brennemann 2nd graders read two “little” poems written by Nikki Grimes: “Moon” and “Shower.” Both poems had six lines or less, yet they packed a lot of interest. As a group we worked on poems built around a one word title. Afterward, students each selected one word to build their own little poems upon. They brought in elements we have practiced in other sessions such as (1) using the senses (seeing, hearing, smell, tasting, touch); (2) using comparisons; and (3) using imagination and sprinkles of imagery. Enjoy this weeks poems!

Ms. Okones
2nd Grade

Shower
(Group Collaboration)

hot water rinsing
you off or
cold rain tickling
your skin.
Would you like to see
a cloud showering giant skittles?
or necklaces of sparkles?

Flowers
by Ale

my flowers grow
in the backyard
they grow brighter
and brighter. one is
a daisy. one is
a sunflower. one is
a rose. I smell them
every day. they’re
beautiful.

Gems
by Grace Joy

I taste shiny gems
I hear gems cracking into pieces
I see a shining gem. I have to put
on glasses. I am smelling the
shiny gems. I am touchIng
a gem. The gem is
making me blind and it is
so sparkly making me
want to shine like a
super star and have
a super shiny microphone.

Candy
by Jamal A.

It’s sweet like a[n] apple drink
some are on sticks, some are
soft as blueberry foam. some are hard
you haver to lick them.
some are small wrapped in a colorful
smooth wrapper
easy to take off. they all
taste sweet. my favorite is
a strawberry lollipop.
which is your favorite?

Ms. Richter
2nd Grade

Cloud
(Group Collaboration)

every time I see a cloud
I imagine a war zone
or a mansion in the sky
made of fluffy cotton balls
soft enough to sleep inside of.
An ice dragon
blowing rain out of its mouth.

Flowers
by Amaya

summer feels like flowers
growing in my head, spreading.
but flowers change my life!
I love flowers. I just make
wishes with dandelions.
There are roses, tulips, and
violets. I love those.
And daisies.

Summer
by Vybe

summer makes me think of fun
feels like a waterslide at the pool
feet in the hot sand sounds like
somebody crunching
on some chips.

Summer
by Alex

a summer made of trampoline
a summer made of pancakes
with syrup
sand castles at the beach
swimming and jumping in the blue water,

Dream
by Tewfiq

a youtuber
names dream.
I dream of a cake
I dream when I sleep
I dream of a
good good
good
friend.
when I sleep
I feel mad
when I woke up
last time
I had a dream of
a dog.

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