‘Stars, stars/ What do you have/ That isn’t ours’: Starbursts!

 

As we continue distance instruction, students at Taft Freshman Academy continue to generate beautiful poems!  This week’s poems are inspired by ‘Choose Something Like A Star’ by Robert Frost. Students wrote about or to a celestial body and sometimes experimented with rhyme patterns.

Lesson Note: ‘In a time of crisis, poetry can help focus our fears and transform ‘noise into music’ … In effect, poetry “aims in every possible way to reaffirm the world that we actually inhabit, in all its vital, messy, beautiful, tragic reality. Mar 10, 2020, The Washington Post.

Ms. Munoz, 9th Grade
Period One

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By Gadeer A.

Angels, coming in and out of the planet
Peace is a pleasure, feeling or thinking may exist to you
Floating in the same place shall not make you fear of falling
Feeling lonely would want you to communicate with others, feel free too

 

(Mars the planet everyone wonders about)
By Ariana L.

Dear Mars, oh how far you are
The 7th planet from the sun
Are you having any fun?
You´re as red as a rose
Is that the color you chose?
Is earth the place to be?
Or is there more of you we just don’t see?
The life on you is unknown, did you want to be just left alone?
We search and we pry
To know the reasons why
You are far from moonless, that rover is ruthless.
Give us a reason why we think this….because we are Oblivious.

Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Two

Starlight
By Matt B.

So Bright! So Shiny.
It was brighter than the Sun!
More of Harmony than pain in the eyes.
It always goes through our eyes.
The feeling of rejoicing with the Star.
Feeling as we were the bright star.
It’s holding something
That we shouldn’t
Know.
The Star was in our way
But it was during the day.
It was known as starlight.

That One Star
By Mallory F.

That one star
smoldering above me
What does it know
that I have never even imagined
Is there something far away
that will never be seen
or recognized because we
are too incoherent to understand
Does that one star know
the reason we are here
or are we just another
small pleasure in mind wrecking oblivion

My little friend the star
By Mathew M.

Oh shimmering, Glittering star
Floating in the brink of oblivion
Are you scared up there?
Are you in despair?
Or are you peacefully floating?
Can you see me down on this earth?
All hurt with curiosity
Of the world from above
Are you lonely?
Are you sad?
Are you on the brink of going mad?
Can you visit me?
Can I visit you?
Or are you too scared to come through?
I’ll be waiting
For the day
when I fly away
And my beloved star will come greet me halfway

Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Five

Glittering Specks
By Asha A.

O stars, is it lonely up there
Do you feel regret or pleasure
In a place devoid of air
A glittering speck
High above my world
Can you see me, could you check
Do you watch over us like angels
What is it you know
Have you passed by generations
Has it been slow

Staros
By Mark C.

O Stars! How would you come to life
With such a bright future,
There is no need to bring Night.
Yet there is night all around you,
I wonder how long that lasts,
Maybe before earth was created,
Nonetheless that is all in the past.
Oh Stars! What to wonder,
What abilities does thou art possess,
Are they like the smooth wind,
Or are they just a big mess.
Being sent into oblivion,
With all the angels,
Never touching ground unless it is obsidian.
Imagine everything I have said,
How could you understand it?
What if, just what if, this is all in my head?

The Dots In The Sky
By Phalllon M.

You Burn in the sky smoking the milky way
Angels bask in your smoldering presence
Breaking boundaries mirroring the other planets Faces
Regretting the pleasure of glittering in the sky
Moonless roses swaying in oblivion.

Ms. Munoz, 9th Grade
Period Six

Solar stars
By Tristan T.

Stars and constellations.
Planets and galaxies.
Looking so pretty gives me temptations.
I just wanna see up close and first hand.
The trip so expensive without even knowing the cost.
When I think and realize how cool.
I then think and realize I am a fool.
To see all of these things first hand
Would be a dream come true all over the land.
How pretty it must be is beyond me.
Maybe one day I’ll go up close and see.

The bright night
By Andrzej G.

Stars, the pathway of light
In the sky, they shine bright
The moon is the sun
But white and fun
I look for the mans face
I fall in the night grace
I sink back to earth to my body
Where I wake up
To see the moon go again

Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Eight

(star)
By Ashna S.

You shine bright
Glittering over us all
But how tall you really are

Your face shows me a mirror
To see the regret before me
Smoke covers what is to really be

Do you talk to your friends
Do you sleep in beds
Where do you rest in the morning

What are you
A star
Glistening and glittering above us all

O Stars
By David S.

O Stars
What’s it like in space
Are there aliens we don’t know about
What do we not know about
Do you watch me like an angel
Rocky angel
Do you watch others
Do you have a social life
Have you traveled a long ways
With a smokey trail

La Luna
By Michelle A.

How are you?
i hope you’re doing good
Do you know how important you are to us?
you mean a lot to us
Can you see how beautiful you are?
you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen
When do you think of us?
hopefully it’s often
Why are you so far away?
i wish you were closer
Don’t you mind being so alone?
everyone needs some company
Are you ever going to leave us?
don’t leave us soon
If you could be a human how would you look?
i bet you would look gorgeous
Would you ever consider trading your life to be on earth?
i’m curious
Did you ever regret any actions you made?
its okay, everyone does

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By Zhamilia Z.

Star, o star.
Do you come from angels or sins.
You look down upon our humanity,
But do you do so with regret.
Regret of the smoke and smolder of the pollution,
Regret of the oblivion we are in.
Your face, it shines on us ,
Glittering.
But we look down at our screens
Looking at a mirroring of you instead.
Star, o star.

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“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.