I Feel Like I Can Fly- Ode Poems

This week we read “Ode to Tomatoes” by Pablo Neruda and discussed how we can celebrate everyday objects that we sometimes take for granted. Students brainstormed about different objects they interact with daily, and how sometimes we don’t realize how important something is until we really need it. Students then picked an object that was interesting or meaningful to them and got to work on their own ode poem. There were so many great pieces this week so bravo to all of my student poets!

Ms Caplan's Class 6th Grade

Pineapple and Chamoy Alexa G.

The street filled
with pineapples with
chamoy, tajin and limon
the juice of the pineapple
just goes down to your
chin, it smells so good
even the bees want
to eat. The knife cutting the
pineapple in pieces.
The fresh town with pineapple
they pour the limon everywhere
with the tajin and chamoy
everybody in line waiting ther
turn to get pineapple.

Gato! Natalia

My gato, orange and white, seven months old.
Wild and cute! He runs through the house as
he gets the zoomies, his eyes shine and sparkle
in both sunlight and moonlight. When he hears
his food, he runs faster than a cheetah. He jumps
as high as a grasshopper, he attacks
like a panther.

My Murray's Class 6th Grade

Ode to My Jordan's Omar G.

When I put my Jordan’s
on, I feel like I can fly.
and
feel like the coolest
kid on the
block.
When I put my
Jordan’s on I feel
fresh, just like how
the
Jordan’s came out
of
the box.
The amount of
Jordan’s I have
is
12.
The cherry Jordan’s
with red and white
on them that look like
a
cherry.
Then we got the
blue and white Jordan’s
that
look like
the sky
in
the morning.
Then we got
the
orange Jordan’s
that look like
an orange that
you just wanna
bite into.

Ode to Picture Frame Olivia S.

On a window
sill you
sit.
Your
small size
hard to
spot
from
afar.
So small,
you can
only
hold the
carefully cut
2 x 2.5 inch picture
of my cats
Sadly,
the only
place
they live
in in
memory
which is
why you
have been
given
the
important
job
of
holding this
most prized
posession
of mine.
Oh,
picture
frame!
How
my
heart aches.
But you
make
that
ache in my heart
a little more
tolerable.
For, as
you may
or may not
know,
loss is
hard.
But you
make it
a little
better.