Persona Poems + Rhyme

In week 6 at Dever Elementary the 7th grades of Ms. Sherfinski and Ms. Carteno’s class got festive right in time for a long break. Students read Christmas Tree by Evelyn P. a peer poem that gave us an excellent example of what a persona poem is. Students identified a celebration or practice they take part in and wrote a persona poem of an item in that holiday.

Ms. Sherfinski’s Class

The Youel Log

Trudy B.

As I burn into ashes I set you free

you write what you don’t like on me

you write on me to bring better thoughts


I bring love and hope and smiles on your face


and on Christmas Day you scatter me

around to protect you from harm

and let in the love



I am a Device

By. Karim A.

I shine my lights in peoples faces.

I give people who look at me joy.

I can get people whatever they want.

I am made out of glass but I have life.

I am turned on at day and off at night.

I connect people by calls.

I can do anything someone asks for.



Eryk K.

The gift is huge

It could be a pc

It could be another tree

I see a round one its has a lot of wrapping

with lines

A lot of gifts

A lot of presents


Carteno’s Class:

Freedom leading, another world.


1.I feel free while I

Feel free when writing the story of the unknown

the one that takes me somewhere else

the one that shouldn’t be shown


2. freedom looks like the school thats by the golden tree

the school that helps me control my power

the school that helps me feel like me


3. freedom feels like the fire that speeds by my face

the water that attacks back

the vines that come up without a trace


4. when I am free I am the person that hold its all

Person who can make the others feel safe

the person that can help and make the last call.



Luca M.

When Im free

I feel like a bee

Me and my friends

always have unjust like the sun

my freedom feel like

lemon cake

or this poem

like lemonade

balling with my friends like I’m in the NBA

just like D-Wade


Persona Piece

Lenny R.

I am organs made of led

I have an erasable face

my body is wood

I am a pencil



by Noelani C.

I am a Christmas present.

Colorful ribbons surround me.

I am a small cardboard box.

Festive wrapping covers my whole body.

I always carry a special thing in me.

Being opened

Its like a game of chance

you may wither be disappointed or giddy.

But at the end of the day,

I’m stuffed with love and care

and maybe even a bear.



“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.