Senses Matter

Students found all the constituent elements of similes on their worksheets. The class made tin foil hearts. We read “Papaya Tree” by Thanha Lai, and students looked at how similes are constructed. Students wrote about special to them from the perspective of their own tin foil heart. Meaning how do they feel about this special thing. Using rich similes and sensory language.

Mr. Charmelo, 7th grade, 1st Period

Hot like the Sun by Emarian W.

My wrist is hot like the sun,

my mother is as mean as a nun.

My car goes fast like zoom,

a heartbreak can hurt as much as a wound.

Like my Hair by Seriniti O.

Dog is fluffy like my hair,

Lips soft like marshmellows.

Earwax by Lucus T.

Earwax is disgusting like slushy mud after rain,

soap is clean and smooth as silk.

Trash is stinky as a compost bin,

perfume is fragrant like a bunch of flowers.

An Empty Office by Chika O.

Socks are stinky like rotten food sitting in the back of the fridge.

Hospital is warm as a fireplace,

doctors are calm like an empty office.

Rag is moist as a dew covered world.

Gown is long like the cape of Superman.

Mr. Charmelo, 7th grade, 2nd period

Computer Appreciative by Enrique P.

A computer to a family is like

a savior of doing work.

But also a temptation

lure away kids.

A computer is a waste to my family.

A computer to me is an adventure

As endless as adventure like a dream

But also like a teacher,

teaches me about stuff,

like Chatgpt.

Like the Winter by Melanie H

Hot wheels are cool like the winter,

coco is cuddley.

My little sister is bright as the brightest light.

Sun is yellow like a ripe, juicy lemon

Family is loving as my heart.

Like Never Ending Happiness by Daniela G.

Dog is loud like never ending happiness

Room is cozy as a giant pillow

Sleep is as calming as lavender.

Movies are as addicting as sugar.

Sky Scraper by Jamirayah L.

It is so tall

that you could

see it from the


A building that

is giant like.

When it was first built

it was the

tallest building

in the world.

It is as high as

the clouds

the glass is almost

water like.

It feels cold as

snow in the winter


Child, Chicken, Dog by Anthony R.

Child is annoying as a crying baby.

Chicken is loud like a church bell.

Dog is hungry, hungry.



“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.