Diving into the Senses

This week the poets were asked to use their 5 senses to describe an experience. Our goal was to focus on creative and colorful descriptions in poetry. Some of the poets chose to get a little dark with their senses.

Each week there will be 3 poems from each class published to our Hands on Stanzas blog, and every student will have an opportunity to see their written work published on our blog in the weeks to come.
Scroll down to enjoy this week’s published poems!

Ms. Tamru

7th Grade

Kaitlyn S.
I hear the death of young lives
I smell the blood drained from the parent’s hearts
I feel the hatred against one another
I see the young man running
I taste the little girl’s life going away

I hear the gunshots boom boom boom
I see the little children running zoom zoom zoom
I feel the fear in their hearts
I taste the death as the little girl falls to the ground
I smell the love that is being taken away from the families

Na’Shya W.
I feel the ocean air flowing through my hair
I see the busy men and women walking up the pier
I hear the cars honking in the crowed streets
I taste the different smells from the restaurants in the morning air
I smell the stench of joggers running up the sidewalk

Jania P.
I see the Darkness in my eyes
I smell the fire behind me
I hear voices in my head
I feel my heart turning on me
I can taste death on my tongue

I see ashes to ashes everywhere
I smell BBQ in the air
I hear “Jay hurry run!”
I feel my stomach hurting
I taste my final breath

6th Grade

Bernijah P.
Smell the beautiful wind
See the sunset with colors of yellow, pink, and purple
Hear the wind on the expressway, cars passing fast
Taste the noodles
Touch my phone

Hear my mom making good food
Smell the yummy food
Touch the water on my hands while washing them
Taste the delicious food
Hear the Oscars on TV

Aniyah W.
I see the dead as I’m going to bed
I taste the blood of my victims
The crazy voices I hear in my head
The smell of death and fear from my victims
Feeling the ghost rush past me as I walk

After that, I see angels
I hear the beautiful birds chirping
I smell the delicious cookies
Feeling the grass as I’m lying down looking at the sun
Seeing the beauty of nature in the sky

Elijah L.
Feel me torching you
Hear the sound of you falling dead
Smell the dead bodies of my enemies
Taste the blood of the ones I despise
As I look at your decaying body

Hearing the wail of my pain
Feeling personified evil
Smelling the depths of the underworld
This metallic taste
Now I’ve seen what I’ve become as I spread my wings of a devil’s child



“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.