A Special Gift (5th)

In Ms. Shah’s 5th grade class, we read Pablo Neruda’s “Ode to My Socks.” It was fun to think about the poems we wrote about ordinary objects last week related to his ecstatic sock poem. The students had wonderful insights about the types of imagery he used and how alive he made the socks feel through comparing them to animals. They wrote beautiful poems in response!


My Grandpa’s Masbaha


It makes me remember my grandpa

how he used to hold me as a baby.

It feels smooth like butter

as yellow as the sun.

It looks smooth like marbles.


Little Son


My mom bought me a little cat.

Eyes like the ocean.

Fur like the color of a pumpkin with

white spots.

My son meows as I pick him up

and hisses when I carry him too much.

I love my son like stars.


Like a star cat.

As my son.




Sweater like a soft

blanket the kinds

you wear in cold

winter nights.


I feel the stitched

unicorn bumped and

a little ragged.


The sweater so gray,

gray like the fog on

big buildings.


Love the sweater

like my child loving

very much.


My own sweater.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.