Self-Portraits with Lost Items

This week at Washington, we began by reading Aracelis Girmay’s “Self Portrait with the Pirate’s Gold,” one in a series of self-portrait poems from her poetry collection Kingdom Animalia. We looked especially at how she used lines, stanzas, and white space to mimic the shape of a lost tooth described in the poem, then we thought about items we ourselves have lost. Check out a few of this week’s poems below!


Miss Davis
Eighth Grade

Yellow Group


The Ghost of You
By Sonia E.

When I was 12 at the time,
I had a best friend
who I thought was my everything.
We had each other’s backs from
everything we went through.
I help them on their work,
I help them through their pain.
But the next year I knew
our friendship would never be the same.

On my left there were coffins,
on my right there were ghosts.
But when I look in the mirror,
I see I’ve lost my dreams and hopes.


Self Portrait: Phone
By Brian M.

I play games
on my phone something
to entertain my-
self with

I love my phone
me and it are
like magnets
we stick to each other
and never let go


Miss Davis
Eighth Grade

Red Group


Self Portrait
By Isabela C.


The carnival fair is where we were

going to all the rides in one day


Flipping upside down I

heard a bang!


Checking my pockets yet

nothing is there


How I remember that

rainy day as I watched raindrops

fall down as they play.


The music’s rhythm dancing

in my ear, I follow along with

a tapping thumb.


A black marble case is

where I locked you away.


At the carnival is

where I lost you that day.


Self Portrait as the Bracelet
By Ethan C.


I was 13 years old when I became unlucky. The Bracelet is yellow bright like the sun, and black as dark as space. Gave me all the luck in the world.

Its eyes protected me from evil.

It was a gift from God.


Self Portrait: My TV Remote
By Adrian G.

My TV remote is something I use daily
I lost it the time I woke up
I was so sad that I couldn’t play freely

I couldn’t turn on my TV no more
I can’t play no more
I can’t do anything but sit on my phone

It felt like it just didn’t want to be here
It wanted to leave and never come back
It was sadder than sadness

I looked in one more place
It came back to me
It returned home for good
It felt like it missed me
It decided to come back and stay till the end


By Joaquin H.

Stolen from my hand by a man named Juan
The map to Atlantis is what I lost
The man who stole it could not handle it either
Juan lost it too, the map was uncontrollable


Miss Davis
Eighth Grade

Green Group


My Dog
By Lisandro G.

My small
fluffy dog
wanders around
suddenly gone
don’t know what
to do
because of the
of losing her


[At the park]
By Niko K.

At the park
with my dog
painting lines
with my mom
when suddenly
my dog
ran away
now I’m on a hunt
to catch him today.


By Miliani H. and Anneliss N.

So warm and comfy
lost so easy
one under the bed
one in the dryer
one in my bookbag
and one in my hair
Just like me for
always getting lost
always mismatched
always running out
nowhere to be found
but always somewhere around


[I lost my phone]
By Martin O.

i lost my phone and for awhile i was lost too i had nothing to do i was bored i was lazy then my parents made me go outside i didn’t want to at first but then i rode my bike awhile rode it by the woods and i stayed there for a bit and admired everything and really took it in i have been really connected with nature since then



“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.