“Silky because you like soft things” Texture with South Loop Poetry Club!

Last week at South Loop Poetry Club, our poets read “The Texture Of Your Soul” by Linda Winchell, using feelings as sensory intrigue to represent our feelings as emotions. We got out the markers and drew some representations of what made up our own souls, and talked about how some textures are hard to see when drawn, and how we’d just have to write them down in our poems. Please enjoy our newest batch of poetry from South Loop Poetry Club!

Drawings of Our Souls


By Whitman G.


By Mia P.


By Ruzzi M.


By Oliver G.


By Annabel


By Morgan F.


By Navi R.

South Loop Poetry Club

My soul is Damp!!! George

My soul is Damp / and smooth

Why Damp I swim / I move smoothly

through the water

When I get out I’m Damp so is my

soul

When smoothly through the water.

the bellbottomed queen Oliver G.

the bellbottomed

soul she is

kind firm

and fabulous

she knows the

pain and

the party she

hearts the hearts

she lives how she lives

she lives sparkly

she lives as a

bellbottomed queen! and

No one can change

that!

Da Soul In My Body Whitman G.

Our souls

We can create

We have an option

To Keep it

Or break

Some silky because you like soft things

The second tough like rock because we play sports

The last thoughtful because it likes to help people

Even though each soul is different

One thing’s the same

You can keep it

Or it can break

Deep Mia P.

A silly person

A sad soul

A relaxed soul

A mysterious soul

A determined soul

Connected with Nature

followed by happiness

soft, fluffy, sensitive,

Inside, a burning passion

with a compassionate soul.

So sensitive. The middle full

of mystery. The outside tough,

and firm…

KNITTING Annabel G.

The pointy knitting needles.

The silky yarn.

My Progress is firm.

The yarn is tough.

The knitting needles are smooth.

My soul is pointy, silky, firm, tough,

and smooth.

The Death of my Soul Cole C.

I was

hiking on a mountain

wearing my snow protective glass

because I’m blind

my skin was moist

a rock fell down

hovering on the wind /

hitting my glasses /

cracking it.

I couldn’t see

I tried to get down

I got fall damage

My leg scarred

skin blistering

I’m almost out of

oxygen I’m dying

A rescue heli came to me

It saved me

I’m in a hospital

eating healthy food

I felt a big thump

on my chest

a big amount of pain.

I died

I waked up my

eyes again

blistered skin and dry face

I have been a soul

to the world.

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