Sticky, Icky Poems

This post is a throwback to some poems Sayre’s 8th graders wrote about their pet peeves. After reading “Flexers” by Sabrina Y., students wrote their own poems about icks they have. Check out a few of them below:

The Ick

by Shamiya B.

I get the ick when I hear “Aye check it out”

I get the ick when I smell the stanky sewer

I get the ick when I smell boys must and Axe body spray

that gives me the biggest ick

and I hate it when they’re too loud boys,

just give me icks all the time

I get the ick when somebody thinks they can tell me what to do

sometime people just give me the ick with the things they do

The Ick

by Lakiyah P.

I get the ick when hearing loud sounds

they pound like a surround sound

My ears start to hurt

My anger gets worse

I isolate myself.

I sit and breathe on the shelf

I need to get out of here

This reminds me of that one thing I fear

I have bad PTSD

that’s why these noises hurt me

The loud crash of my past


that’s all I ask…


by Jaslene L.

I’m a lover

not a hater

I’m not no jealous girl

you do you and Imma do me

So please don’t come around me

with that hating ish



“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.