Haunted Writings

This week students delved into their deepest fears! Our focus was to think outside of the ordinary and search for ways to break free from the normal things. Please read…if you dare…

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

Genaro D.

A new family moved into the house
They looked strange and troubled
The little girl looked like she ate a couch
And the parent’s bellies were always bubbled

One day the parents had left
They said they went to go see a secret chef
When the parents got home
Their bellies again looked like a dome
Their faces and mouth’s were red
I thought they were going straight to bed

My curiosity peeked
I had to go what it is that they eat
I got to the window, it appeared to be a cow’s tongue
But instead it was a human lung!


I hear the sounds at night
All I see is darkness, no light
Investigate I might

Walking slowly and fearful
I am afraid but not tearful
I see a tall creature
But cannot see it’s features
Oh no could this be
It is mirror I see
The creature is me


I was in a great mess
Full of hunger and stress
So I ate a guy named Ben

He was only ten
He also had a friend
The friend was 8
And both of them I ate

Now when Ben was 10 he lived in Ohio
Where there was nothing to see
He came to the Chi just to say hi
But him and his friend I would eat

6th Grade 



On a rainy day
No time to play
A mailman looking my way
Opened up the package full of body parts
I had nothing to say
The mailman returns to grab me
Another delivery awaits


Sitting in the woods paralyzed with fear
No clue how you got there
You head back to the farm
And hear the goats walking
But you look back you do not see the goats
Only their footprints

You stumble onto a puddle of blood
And the goats are there with no head
Stuck in the mud


It was a rainy day
In the alley
When the Quiji board
Made me pay

I asked it questions, and it continued
“This won’t end well for you”

A little girl with long dark hair
Came out of nowhere
And now I am hers



“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.