“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!


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My soul is Damp!!!

By 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



When smoothly through the water.


the bellbottomed queen

By 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



Da Soul In My Body

By 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



By 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…



By 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

By 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.


Drawings of Our Souls


By Whitman G.

By Mia P.

By Ruzzi M.

By Oliver G.

By Annabel

By Morgan F.

By Navi R.





“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.