Home is where I want to be (pt. 2)

I liked in this batch the glimpses of other countries through the students’ eyes. In the words of another exceptional poet, Elizabeth Lemon, “I want to go to there.”

Also, Adrian has the best description of the Chicago seasons I’ve ever read.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 6th Period

Chloe B.

Home is my room.
Home is where I have
my mini-fridge and laptop.
Where the room seal is a
potato and the room motto
is “No work is key.”
Most of all, my room has
my ninja cat, who tried
to climb to the top of
the Christmas tree.
Home will forever be my

Adrian S.

Corn, corn, corn
all day long
The tree leaves don’t fall for years
The they fall instantly and stay –
— like that for centuries
Although we seem to only have 2 seasons
we actually have 4 (surprisingly)
war, winter, summer, construction

Julia S.

“Home sweet home” as the
saying goes. The scent
of gasoline fills the garden.
Sit on the porch sipping you
lemonade, then grass turns to
snow. Try to relax and
a car honks its horn.
You wake up. Your eyes
shoot open, in need
of coffee.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 7th Period

Samia K.

I think of Kochi, India
as my dreamland.
There are coconut trees
on the streets
and cows and sheep
wandering through the busy streets.
The train rides go through the forest.
The stops are hours apart.
There are lakes and rivers
and there are stands of fruits and
There are those disgusting lizards
which come into the bathroom
while you are taking a shower. Or
there are cockroaches which jump on your
feet. But all of these miseries
are worth it to see the Arabian
Sea with green lush trees
in the distance.

“Mexico is my Home”

You never forget to be from Mexico,
when you are from Mexico.
When I go to visit, I feel the warmth,
of being home.
The mountains shine in the distance,
They rise to the sky even higher,
As if to say, “Welcome Back”
The hot weather really disturbs me,
But you might as well cool off,
In the crystal blue rivers of Mexico,
In the morning,
The rooster will sing a song…

Heidi B.

Chicago is pretty
but ugly.
So it’s pretty
Violence at
night. Fighting
But even though
having a bad football
team and having
all these crimes
it’s not as bad
as you think
having very nice
so see it’s
not as bad as long
as you make
good choices.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 8th Period

Eugene N.

O sweet place of living
You house me and we take care of you
You warm us in the cruel depths of outside
but we must go
We must find a new place
A new life.

Ann K.

I really like the
Logan Square,
My House
I especially like my room
It is like my own
dark, cold cave or
a bright, warm hut
Mostly bright, cold,
Yet I can some-
times control the
the variables.

“Home = BAE”
Sarah B.

Home is where your heart is
It’s your family’s house
where you come together
to eat, sleep, and drink.
It is where you sit
at the dinner table,
wishing you had grabbed
that last pizza slice when
your sister went at it
like wolves,
Home is where your
posters don’t stick to
walls, where your phone
charger never works when
the TV signal goes
off just when something
good was about to happen.
Home is BAE ☺



“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.