In the Classroom and Beyond: Transforming Objects with Similes

This past week at Waters Elementary, Mr. Raman’s 8th graders used similes to imaginatively transform everyday classroom objects into things outside the classroom: hair clips became plants, water bottles—mountains, paper—the wind, and desks became remote islands. The poem we modeled ours after was “Safety Pin” by Valerie Worth, in which a safety pin becomes a fish.

Mr. Raman
8th Grade

by Gracelyn C.

In our room there hangs a globe,
Perfectly controlled in the air
Like a black hole
Or neutron star
In the middle of a galaxy.
Desks are set around the room
Like looming stars and celestial bodies
Sitting around a space of invisible stuff.


President Paperclip
by Stella D.

A small piece of bent metal
One human amidst millions.
So insignificant
Yet so crucial

They are both flawed.
Both occasionally slip out undesired documents,
Both don’t work forever
Both can be replaced.

Replaced with a more organized system,
A more beneficial one
For everyone involved.


is it a box?
by Xael C.

this square shaped
looking material looks almost
like a box but is it. maybe
it’s something else something new
well it has 4 legs maybe it is
an animal. but when I get closer
it’s a desk wow what a surprise


by Ameer E.

A closed book on a bookshelf
Never having the chance to be opened
forever alone like a man in prison
A deer staring at a car
frozen up from fear
Never moving a muscle
Just like a man in prison


Clock Race
by Niki K.

Ticking, ticking
A race of hands but
Only one will be worthy
Only one is fast enough
Only one will win
And the rest were destined
to be slow from the start—
They can only progress once
Their faster opponent proceeds
Yet even the winner
Didn’t choose their fate,
But that’s how it was set.
How it was meant to be.
Ticking, ticking


Forest Floor
by Cora L.

The symmetrical wooden paneling
Almost seems to change
Into forest ground
And foots with sound
Lasting for an age

The blotchy browns
that seem to evade
A messy painter’s job
Lay beneath the trees who sob
Casting sun and shade

The gaps between the boards
Reveal the olden truth
That before the trees
Were cut and given fees
The forest floor was all there was


Venus Fly Trap (Hair Clip)
by Soraya O.

Opens and shuts
Keeping it all together
Holding it all up
like a fly trap
crushing its prey



“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.