Poetry at the Movies

This week the young vikings explored cinematic poetry. We discussed what are the components of a movie: dialogue, setting, sound, actors, etc…We read “Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie” by Robert Polito and Eileen Myles’ “Movie.” I am so proud of these students and the poems they produced this week.

“Star Shaped Curtains and Pictures On the Walls”

By Sofia Z.

Star shaped curtains and pictures on the walls

A huge Nightmare on Elm Street poster

Music floating around the room and its thin walls

And crawls under I walk alone

Star shaped sun beaming through

Sound of cries from a child and its controlling mother

Waiting for a bus like waiting or the day to end

Four and clocked in

Medium bowl, large bowl, extra toppings, and fried

An hour is money but money is time

The smell of oil stuck to my hair like an accessory

Letting the day go as I enter home

Bubbly and clean with a cloud of exhaust

Star shaped moonlight and big blankets cover me

“Outside All Green”

By Fabian H.

Outside all green

Smells like a beautiful green forest

Mountains shaped like the one

In Southern Asia

Or the one by Northern

Jammu and Kashmir.

Birds chirping loudly

With the gravel crunching.

Mexico feels alive.

Each step is a step of freedom.

Onto an ATV we cruise

Moving through bumps

Splashing through puddles

The wind blows off the stress

The music

The parties

The people

My people move and dance

Lasting all night without care.

“Flying Around with Cupid’s Work”

By Jonathan F.

Flying around,

I look down

Seeing the city

Listening to

Madonna on Spotify

Then in a blink of an eye

I felt like something hit me

There I am 

Falling to the ground at full speed


There I lie on the floor

At this point, I’m pissed

I want to know what hit me.

I stand up

Someone says “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I am okay.”

I look up and wow….

Ella tiene ojitos lindas.

There my mouth…dropped

Now there was a hint

Maybe I was hit by Cupid’s arrow.

“Girls Can’t Play Baseball”

By Heather S.

Clear sky

Sun beaming

I was sweating

“Girls can’t play baseball” oh that kid again

Let me show you, we can.

I take on the mound.

Yes. I am a pitcher.

Taking a deep breath.

One strike.

Two strikes.


You’re out!

“We can hit off of her easily.”

I’d like to see you try.

I won’t lie, hearing those words,

They stung.

But in the background, 

My teammates,

Parents, and friends,

Were cheering for me, but I can’t help to think

A life where certain sports “aren’t meant for women.”

What is this life?

“Girls can play baseball.”

What I have heard my whole life–

Let me prove you wrong. 



“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.