Making Sense

Sometimes young poets have a hard time using descriptive language in poems. After reading “Natures Way” by Heidi Campbell the poets studied the use of the 5 senses in the poem. Using the 5 senses is one easy way to use descriptive language in literature. The poets were asked to describe a scene in their life by only using the 5 senses. Enjoy!



I can smell the happiness

I can see fear in your eyes

I can feel your sadness

I can hear your heart beating

I can taste the rain


The Store

By Arline

I hear the carts

While I touch the bag of chips

And imagine the taste of the Hot Cheetos

I smell the fruits

And see my mom


Water Park

By Jesus

I hear the kids yelling

And touching the water

They’re tasting the ice cream

We are smelling the fresh air

And see the splashing


Abandon Home

By Sandra

I can hear the echoes of my voice

While the person behind me feels the rusty metal

And I taste the moldy bread

They can hear the falling books.

I spot the person falling me



By Allison

I see the little kids playing hide and seek

While eating tacos de asada

We hear loud music

And smell the daisies


A Family’s Sorrow

By Jaziel

I can feel the pain the family feels

While hearing the soldier say the worst thing

And seeing the family’s eyes, they are so watery

Tasting the sorrow in myself

And smelling the heartbreak in the air


Alia and Ariana


I hear people screaming of excitement and

can taste the snacks at the counter

also can see games everywhere around me

We can touch the controls to the games

and smell freshly baked pizza



By Aritzel


I hear las músicas de la Carnival de Puebla

Seeing people dancing happily with their families

And heavy hat costumes and long nosed masks

We touch the red, blue, green, and white beads

We taste soft and hot enchiladas con salsa verde

Smelling tacos de asada in the air.



The Park 

A horrible sound comes from my little sister crying

Then  she takes the biggest bite of her chocolate ice cream witch it’s gone now

After my mom tells us she saw a bluebird on the tree were my sister now looking for it now

Then smell of kids run all day makes me gross out

Then I feel a creepy worm crawling on my arm that then I scream so loud




“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.