Grissom Group Poems 7th Grade

Mrs. Nazimek | 7th Grade

inspired by: “Bilingual/Bilingüe” , By  Rhina P. Espaillat 



Group Poem

recited together

Isabella, Dylan, Marisa, Yuria, Platon


There are five people at a table

Each have their own personalities,

Everyone has their enjoyment or their hobbies

So listen to each person’s realities.


[to be continued]



Group Poem: Two Sides

recited by one person

Miguel M., Thomas S., Karla P., Isaiah C.


I like Michael Myers

and I like Through the Wire,

I also like chicken

that is finger lickin’,

I like to play video games

but i’m trying to get that gain,

and I really like that it takes away my pain.


No one is gonna judge me because I’m a pro fighter,

I pull all nighters because I’m a good writer.



Group Poem: She/He

Maria G., Romero P., Melanie S., Marco G., Sergio M., Brazile P.



On school nights she goes to bed early,

on weekends she goes to bed late.



In school she doesn’t have her phone,

but at home she does.



At home he can wear whatever he wants,

and at school he has to wear a uniform.



At school he doesn’t behave,

but at home he does.



At school she’s a different person

than the person she is at home.



Group Poem: Different Sides

recited by one person

Kylah S., Jose T., Carlos C., Fabian R.


One side you see

fancy places, people of wealth, and power.


On the other side

you see people breaking down, violence that can’t be stopped, 

broken buildings, on this wealthy side you see people walking in a rush.


These different stories.


These are the different stories.

These are different sides.



Group Poem

recited by one person

Odellan, Edgar, Kimberly, Axel, Alex D.


Two different versions of myself

at home and school

like cats and dogs.


Around friends, I put on a front,

It’s a dangerous game, but I’ll do the stunt.


Around family, I can be myself,

But with friends it’s bad for my health.


My skills are insane

but I can’t complain.

All sports are just a game.

Though hockey and basketball

aren’t the same,

playing doesn’t change my game



Group Poem

recited together

Maira De J., Esdras, Diego, Itati, Zachariah


Me the two faced zebra,

sometimes the ending stripe is

black or it’s white, one side of me

 is silly saying stuff like:

“You silly billy”, different sides

get mad and hide.


Black with my parents, white

with my friends, making noises

that bring me joy but annoy my friends, 

with friends that don’t end, 

sometimes happy, sometimes crying.



“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.