Make it Make Sense

What is your favorite sense? Which sense can you not live without? The poets in Ms. Chambers 7th grade class at West Park Academy used their senses to write poems for this session. They were asked to write a poem with 2 stanzas, 5 lines in each stanza. For the first stanza the poets had to focus on being descriptive. They had to describe a scene using the 5 senses, each line was a different sense. In the second stanza the poets were asked to use their senses in metaphorical ways. This session was about practicing being descriptive and metaphorical in one poem. Enjoy!


Niazayah J. R. D.


The first bite of the McChicken was like Heaven

When I walk in I smell the delicious food

I hear the chattering people and laughter

There I see the workers doing their job and being polite

The McChicken was so warm


Final Lap

I can taste the victory

I already smell everyone’s defeat

I hear the joy as they scream my name

I can see the excitement

I feel like I’m on top of the world


The Cloud Gate

Santos E. N.


I can see everyone’s refixsons

I can taste the chips

I can smell everyone’s odor

I can hear the joy of the day

I can feel the heat of the sun

I can taste the joy in your arms

I can smell anger in your body

I can feel the sadness in your heart

I touch the excitement that’s contagious

I can hear your happiness and it’s very loud


El Mar

Jesus M.


Se escucha los patos

El mar sabe salado

El mar es hondo

El mar se mira como un desierto pero con agua

El mar huele como pescados


Puedo escuchar victoria

Puedo ver su alma

Puedo sentir alegria

Puedo oler sus mentiras

Puedo saboriar victoria


Martin G.


I see flowers

I feel a nice breeze

I smell the roses

I hear two people fighting

I taste air and many other gases


I can smell you when you are close

I can taste the soul within these walls

I see everyone’s sadness but I know the happiness inside

I feel like no one cares but they say they do when I’m gone


Gas Station

Elijah C.


I touch the door handle of the gas station

I smell the gasoline when filling my car

I hear the cars leaving

I can see the chips

I taste the chips I bought at the store


I can smell the moon in the sky

I can see your brain

I taste your fear from your spot

I can touch the sky from below

I hear your mind



Jesus Colon


The movie theater smells like popcorn

You can see so many people and seats and the big screen

You can feel the warmth of the popcorn

You can taste the butter on the popcorn

And you can hear all the people in the lobby


It’s so hot I can hear the sun sizzling

It’s raining so intensely I feel the clouds falling

I can see the anger flowing around you

I can smell the joy that went into cooking the food

The score is 18-12, I can taste the success



“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.