Fruit Ghazal

This week, poets at Poe Middle School in Ms. Agboola’s class learned about the ghazal. Here’s what they created.


Savannah R. 

6th g.


Feast. Fast.

Feast fast on your blueberries.


Hurry. They’re almost gone.

Come get the remaining blueberries.


So so so many. Too many!

These blueberries are suffocating.


They stained my dress.

Those crushed blueberries stained my dress.


Love blue.

Love blueberries.



Kendall Silva

7th g.

On Christmas my mother overfills the

baskets with grapefruit.

Pineapple, mangoes, watermelon, other citrus

to but mostly grapefruits.


She opens the door to let the Christmas

air in.

Stands are open selling grapefruit.


I love to watch mom cut the grapefruit.

She peels the grapefruit so nice.


The vendor sells so many.

We are in shock of the low price of the



Everyone at the table is happy to have

so much fruit.

Such an abundance of grapefruit



Cameron M. 

6th g.

Apples Apples Apples Boy do I love Apples

Today I went to the apple orchard and saw a great apple


Apples apples apples boy do I love apples

I went to the market and saw a red apple


Apples Apples Apples boy do I love Apples

Today I went to my backyard and I saw a gold Apple


Apples apples apples boy do I love apples

All apples taste good just like a snapple



“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.