“Crystal skies, spring comes” Haiku with South Loop Poetry Club

In honor of our last week of Black History Month with South Loop Poetry Club, we read a selection of haiku from Richard Wright to begin our unit on Poetic Forms, starting with haiku. We talked about the purpose of rules in forms and how haiku in particular make a singular picture, and about traditional subjects of nature and beauty, such as the changing seasons we are currently going through. After doing some syllable practice, our poets came up with their own original haiku and shared with the class. We also had some free writes at the end. Please enjoy our poetry!

South Loop Poetry Club


By Zachary G.

Beautiful Heaven

Mountains trees streams

grass and fields

Nature is coolness

The Ocean

By Navi R.

As the waves passed by

I felt the ocean breeze on me

It was so calming

Like art of the world

A happy place to always come to

My own forever home

A time to relax

The wind makes me want to fly

The ocean is mine

Spring into summer

By Annabel G.

Summer is coming.

Wind blowing me away.

I hear the breeze sway.

Summer is coming.

I see the pretty flowers bloom.

Flowers fill the room

Summer is coming

Bugs are here to pollinate

Summer is coming


By Whitman G.

Moon is very bright

I hear wolves howling near me

I feel free

:-D, Yes

By Cole C.

I’m happy as a bear

everything is beautiful as nature, yes

The birds chirping, yes

Wind breezing the air, yes

It’s peaceful around me, yes

Squirrels fleeing in their trees, yes

animals with their sons

the breeze blows as heaven

the tree leaves making peaceful sounds

dandelions spreading their seeds.


By Mia P.

Fields full of lillies

I take a smell with delight

before it turns to night.

They stand out at night.

In the daytime they


Winter, they crumble

Summer they bloom again

But the moral is…

Winter through Summer…

Lilies always pop back up.


By Whitman G.

I am a good boy

I eat my greens and burp often

I am a good boy


By Morgan F.

Bugs are cool, so cool /

They start their life very small /

Bugs should be loved. Yes!


By Oliver G.

Tall oak trees cover

a clear glass bird flutters over

crystal skies, spring comes.

mixed galaxy

By Oliver G.

9 minutes time is ticking

the stars align this is not fine

our galaxy is mixing like a bowl

of salad Mars is broccoli and we are

tomatoes, more-easily smashed.



“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.