“Hoping for 24 hours my Mom has to say yes to everything”: Night Poems

Students thought about what occurs at night, the concept of home, and short forms before penning their own poems inspired  by Li Bai’s, ‘Quiet Night Thoughts.’

Quiet Night Thought
At the foot of my bed, moonlight
Yes, I suppose there is frost on the ground.
Lifting my head I gaze at the bright moon
Bowing my head, thinking of home.

Jìng yè sī
Chuáng qián míngyuè guāng
Yí shì dìshang shuāng
Jǔtóu wàng míngyuè
Dītóu sī gùxiāng


Lesson Note: “To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement…Anybody can have ideas – the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph.”

– Mark Twain in a Letter to Emeline Beach (10 Feb 1868)

Ms. Ferenandez, 6th Grade

by Isabella A.

As my father said
goodnight, I listen
to the wind coming
through my open window.

I wonder if I’d
wake up tomorrow
Hoping one day,
My life will
be better.

The Night
by Victor M.

The night a place of rest.

In my bed I hear a dog

I can’t sleep during this

I feel like I’m in danger

The cars passing and honking
I hear my parents talking

The night gets me worried

I hope I wake up. It’s
not guaranteed.

Don’t take it for granted.

The Night
by Jared R.

When I am in bid I think about the
next day. I hear my parents talking and
my brother playing music. I see the
moon and stars. I hope the next day
I would wake up.

by Sade G.

When I am in my bed
I see the moonlight
coming in from my bedroom
window. I hear the cars
passing by. I think about
tomorrow and what will happen.

Late Night
by Gracie B.

Late at night, I hear footsteps,
walking the whole house.

I think how my day went
stressed, scary.

I hope the next day is better,
joyful, happy

I see someone stressed about work.

The Night
by Aaliyah M.

I am in my bed. I
see the moon and stars
shining in the night sky, the
fresh air going in my face.

What Happens at Night
by Joseph A.

At bed I hear voices in the
other room, my parents are talking, looking at
the moonlight. It’s pretty at this night
I see my brother turning the TV on
I think of ideas and home, I turn round to sleep.

Mr. Maciasz, 6th Grade

by Valentina B.

The sounds of my notifications
watching my phone
Keep forgetting
Good things.

Under the Moon
by Roberto M.

Under the moon, I go to my bed knowing
that the next day is Monday. Under the
moon I see the blank wall staring at it
Under the moon, I hear the cars and the…

Thought of Night
by Ava R.

The sound of Rain
Dreaming of my crush
Hoping for the best
Someone is coming

by Stephanie C.

It’s night and the monsters are out.
I hear my closet crack and open.
Am dreaming of the monsters coming out.
My baby brother crying wakes me up.

by Benito V.

the sound of airplanes flying by.
then i hear my dogs barking at the sky when
i try to to to sleep I hear my family talking.

Ms. Respress, 6th Grade

by Christopher Q.

I get annoyed from homework, bored
fired, annoyed.

I get annoyed from ALOT of Homework,
lazy, don’t really want to do it.

I get annoyed with work, dedication.

The Night
by Tara K.

While I drift off to sleep, my stuff-
fed animal beside me.
Watching TV while I sleep
My sister watching TV with
Hoping its sunny tomorrow.

by Alex A.

Good memories I hope that want to
win the world cup for my country and
to have a good life and I’m listening to some

Things that Happen at Night
by Audrey S.

As I listen to the rain hitting
my window. Embarrassing thoughts filling
my head. Different lights hit my
face. My eyes slowly closing as I
hope for a better health and day.

Cordell B.

Snowflakes look like salt coming from the ground.
Rain sounds like drops from a water bottle.
Crickets camouflaging into the leaves
My family loves the rainfall.

by Jeancrlo C.

hearing footsteps:
last time i heard footsteps in the
hallway and I close the door and lock it.

I hear talking in bed:

by Roberto L.

My brother watching me
TV on
Hoping for 24 hours my Mom has to say
yes to everything

Thinking about playing the Switch



“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.