I Whisper to the Moon / I Sing to the Stars

This week in 4th Grade poetry: Sounds! Crash! Meow! The students let us listen in on snippets of their life below:

Ms. Afzal
4th Grade

Dayanara L.

Mama abla bla-bla-bla
Mama grita rara-rara-rara
Yo escribo scrach-scrach-scrach
Mi maestra abla la-la-la
Mi pero ladra wow-wow-wow
Mi gato grita miaw-miaw-miaw
El biento blow-blow-blow
Yo aplaudo clap-clap-clap
Los honderos wigu-wigu-wigu
La caja de dinero sin-sin-sin
El Mar wa-wa-wa
Mi pajaro abla cocoroco-cocoroco-cocoroco


Thalia Q.

I whisper to the moon, spoo.
I sing to the stars.


The Night Before Christmas
Jocelyn R.

I heard Santa saying ho-ho merry Christmas
Then I eat cookies crack crack crack
My sister wraps presents woch loch
I heard the snow falling woo woo
I heard my family putting the tree track track
My mom is putting candles hoo hoo

Ms. Pease
4th Grade


Sounds Of My Day
Aaliya R.

At school
I heard
ring, ring
it was
very loud
the crash
in my
city sound
like boom
my mom’s
high heels
sound like
click clock


The Things that Shrill at Night
Ivellis F.

I hear birds sing a lullaby
They chirp & chirp and never say bye
The cars beep and beep all night
The bed it squeaks like a ghost at night
Those are the shrills I hear at night

What I Hear

Armando T.

The bell goes ding-dong
The pencils go scree scree
The kids at recess go giggle giggle
The kids running go bonk bonk
The students eating go munch munch
The wind I hear goes whoosh whoosh
The kids go yay yay at the end of the day


Elijah R.

The bacon and corn dogs go sssss,
The water’s running at home,
I make some popcorn pop pop
I open a can of soda pop tizzzzz
I see smoke from food
I hear clamp clamp from pans
I hear quietness now

Ms. Lozada
4th Grade


Morning Noises
Lesley R.

My bed goes crack when I get up,
the stairs go skrik when I go
down stairs, then I pull the
chair to sit down, as I start
to each the fork scratches
my plate, when I hear
my mom wash the dishes
the water goes whoosh, whoosh,
splash, splash


John M.

When I think I tap my pencil
When I get mad I go “bam!”


Sounds That I Hear
Nathan G.

I hear the builders hammer go like
I hear my neighbors do go bark-
I hear my mom’s car horn go like
I hear my stairs go squeak-squeak-
I hear stores doors go ding-
dong, ding-dong
I hear my thumbs go thud-
thud-thud on the desk
I hear Ms. Beth speaking


Sounds of My Life
Kate D.

In the lunch I hear the creaming of the kids talking
I hear the whoosh of my rack in tennis class
The ball bouncing boing in my house
I hear the songs make a beat, boom boom
I hear the trees plop in the wind
The football going shh and they catch it
I hear the rain popping in the floor



“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.