Sound Poems / Poemas Sonoros @ Moos

How do you make noise on paper?/ ¿Cómo haces ruido en el papel? In our second week of poetry class, we explored using poetry to make noise on paper. We read a round of sound poems together before taking some time to brainstorm and write our own sound poems about the sounds we hear at school, at home, and around our city. Each week there will be 3 poems from each class published to our Hands on Stanzas blog, and every student will have an opportunity to see their written work published on our blog in the weeks to come. Scroll down to enjoy this week’s published poems!

Ms. Willis 3rd Grade

The Sounds Around Me Jose L.

I hear people whisper, pssssss
I hear my teacher’s time go off, ring, ring, ring
I hear shoes in a basketball game go squeak, squeak
I hear pencils going sss, sss, sss.
I hear kids having fun

Sounds in my School Kaylani R.

I hear my teacher cut snip-snip-snip.
I hear kids running boom-whoosh-boom-whoosh.
I hear teachers’ heels go click-click-click.
I hear kids coats going zip-zip-zip.
I hear opening doors go creak-slam-creak-slam!
I hear bins going slam-slam-slam!
I hear markers go sheee-sheee.
I hear Expo markers go shee-pa!
I hear balls go bump-bump-bump!
I hear paper go swish-swish-swish.

I Hear in My House Alberto B.

I hear my mom cooking and it goes sssss in the pan.
I hear the tv go on and it goes blah, blah, blah.
I hear the washing machine go wrrr, wrrrr, wrrrr.
I hear myself flip the pages on my homework, it goes
wsh, wsh.

Ms. Sanders 3rd Grade

Sounds I Hear Brandon R.

I hear a fountain go, pshsh!
I hear my dad’s phone go, wring-wring!
I hear popcorn go, pop-pop!
I hear foot steps go, stomp-stomp!
I hear backpacks zip going, ñ-ñ-ñ!
I hear scissors go, chop-chop!

Yo Eschucho Adilene S.

Yo escucho pipi en las mañanas
Yo escucho cock-a-doordu.
Yo escucho las aves, tuictuic.
Yo escucho la alarmad la escuela, tu-tu-tuu.
Yo escucho a mi mama decir me buenos días.
Yo escucho.

Sounds I Hear Daniel S.

I hear my baby cousin go WHAAA!
I hear the door go “knock, knock”
I hear slippery floor go like “chaxy-zsss”
I hear people zipping up there jackets
I hear crunchy candy go “crunch-crunch”

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