‘He turned on his light…’ and ‘one last gaze/one last whisper’: Star Struck!

Students began in creative play by wishing on a star for their deepest desires. Then they heard and read Choose Something Like A Star by Robert Frost,  before trying their hands at their own poems addressing something… bigger than themselves. All were invited to use words from this word bank as well as the literary device of personification in their poem creation.


Lesson Note: “We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.”-Astrophysicist, Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Ms. Ruan, 7th and 8th Grades

How’s the Star?
Zifu H.

Where are you most of the time?
Can you be on the ground?

Can you guide my way like an angel?
Can you shine in the dark?

Are you a light or an object?
Do you fold in the sky?

Can you be a blanket and protect me?

Little star, how I wonder where you are?
Shining like a diamond in the sky?

Jinpeng H.

Where are you most of the time?
Can a star be on the ground?
Guiding my way lite an angle how are you? You even burn in the morning. Why are stars bigger? Why do you shine? Why are you in the sky so little?

Ms. Wright, 8th Grade

Justin L.

Oh bright shining star why are you so beautiful
It feels like you’re lonely in this weightless space

It’s quiet and dark and cold are you sad??
Where did you come from and why are you here?

It seems rather peaceful in the void called space
Maybe you like it here?? Who knows maybe you don’t

Belong to the dark
by Wendi S.

Standing on a mirror little shinny
Holding a pipe, having smoke
I’m hoping someone would find me
Seeing an angle with light
Are that person would save me?
Seeing around my room, messy
The not fold blanket with burn
Something sizzle in my mind, looks like I belong to the dark
oh, dark…..

(ps: well, if you want you could listen to the song that’s like “all my friends are toxic”)
(pss: well, this poem is more like a song, but I like it )

Ms. Wright, 8th Grade

The Daily Life Of The Star
Cedrick J.

It was a one storming night
A was a glittering star in the sky was shining
The star had been soaking wet.
The star took a shower and looked himself
in the mirror
The star sat on the couch and burned some wood in his fireplaces
He turned on his light and sat on the couch
The star watched tv and smoked his cigarette.
The star once fell asleep and burn his blanket burned
his couch with the cigarette
The star finally woke up and cleaned his mess
he folds his blanket
And turned his light off and his apartment was dark.
Once the morning came the star sizzled some food on the stove and
began to head out for the day.

Curious Star
by Katherine L.

Are you ever scared of the dark
You and your friends acting as night-lights for each other
Burning in the sky with passion

Do you think of yourself as an angel
Shining so bright like a light
Glowing in the night

The various stars are like a blanket for the sky
Covering it, sizzling, to keep it warm
Creating beautiful smokes
Blazing with one another

Do you think of each other as a mirror
Both reflect one another on how you look
Do you run to your friends when you accomplish your duty to shine
Shining like the moon in the dark night sky

Plastering smiles on those below you
As you float and be your best to put on a show
Do you ever get tired of trying to always glow
Always blazing nonstop until you die out
It must be hard to do this as your job right?

Every single day
Every single second
You never fail to smile so brightly
Making the day for everyone below



“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.