Simile + Ode’s

This week at Dever Elementary school 7th grade wrapped up our two part metaphor series.  We got reintroduced to Ode’s, this time reading Ode to Kool Aid by Marcus Jackson. We formally learned a poetic device many students were familiar with; simile. Below is part one of similes with some metaphor poems students turned in.


Carteno’s Class 

Ode to Potatoes

Daniella C.

You are like art, you can turn the single material

into many different things.

you like the mood of many with just a mention

you’re aroma lures me back into the kitchen

You’ve become connected to many different cultures

You’re so simple yet you can transform into a great delicacy.


Ode to Basketballs

Layla C.

you get picked up

and stuffed into a bag

A random man squeezed me as if I were a baby

off we went to the backyard daily.






This man did everything I feared

He pushed me to the ground

while I bounced back up like a spring

I realized my purpose, to do this thing

play ball, basketball, how adoring

until pop!


I went as flat as the floor

The there I went out the door.



My Best Friend

Lena P.

My best friend

her eyes sparkle like diamonds

They are as green as a forest

Her hair is so free

As free as a bird

Her smile brings me joy

I am as happy as a kid getting a toy


Oh, my best friend

We love to hangout

It’s as fun as it is to shout

She always makes me laugh

She’s as funny as a giraffe

I come her very much

I hope we always keep in touch



Nathaniel C.

You are as calm as a cloud you make me relaxed

when you are calm.

You are as beautiful as a rose,

you’re as perfect as flowers. you’re like a sun

because you light up my world. When stuff goes wrong you are calm and keep a happy smile you

light up my world and make me happy. hope you have a great day.


This is to someone special to me/someone I like

Sherfinski’s Class 

Metaphor Poem

Emely R.

flying through clouds

Looking at the pretty sky

No sounds, no noice, just you.

Having time by yourself with no one

Looking down and seeing people

Being happy and being yourself

Just looking down and up and having




Ella G.

I was stuck on a problem.

it was unclear. It took me a to a swamp.

being stuck where I can’t see clearly

I can’t go forward.

I can’t go backwards.

stuck with my thoughts

until the fog arose



“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.