Summering Party

Sayre 7th graders recalled the key terms: imagery and line. Looking to Parneshia Jones’ “For The Basement Parties at the YMCA” they sought out rich images, striking sounds, and astute line breaks. Then, they remembered or imagined a party they had been to or wished to go to! They reflected on what it feels like to have fun!

Ms. Hernandez, 7th grade, 1st period

Hot Summer by Jared M.

Kool-Aid on the deck

looking out on a nice summer

day trees swinging left to right

moistened skin felt like a sweaty man’s

back tasted like a nice watermelon

yelling family sounds like laughing

and loud noises.

Happy Days are Here Again by Enrique P.

Party in da blazin’, flamin’, summer.

looked like a paradise

in da dicin’ hot rolling dice

with marriages goin’ wild

tangerine flavored Netflix then chill

with shills in the hill of a season

speakers flaring like a radio

with full blaring like marrying

sizzling patties

like rizzing people up.

It felt so amazing

I want lighting to hit me

Clearly this feels like

“Happy days are here again”

Hot Day by Jamirayah L.

A bunch of people

all together in a tiny


A lot of cold food

that smells like home.

Speaker blasting, kids

jumping, people laughing,

all that sounds like a cloudy storm.

Hot and earth, cold

but good, babies

napping on a couch.

Heat, cold pool

water, humid air

as if it was going

to rain.

I’m standing there

looking crazy and wondering

when I can go home?

Like a Night by Kimberly D.

The party looked like a night

to remember: Look, I sat down

chillin with some Queso.

Wait I forgot my pesos in

the vase oh wait I left my

shoe in the dryer,

don’t wanna make it smaller.

Fiesta de Verano by Adrian M.

Fiesta de verano
se mira como asoleado y
como helando y caliente el aire.

Suena musica y niños gritundo y

niños llorando por que se calleron

se siente bien por que no hay

Yo estaria feliz y como do
adentro en la alberca jugardo

con mis primos.

Ms. Hernandez, 7th grade, 2nd period

Symbolic Music by Chika O.

Feel as the drums crash

spilling rhythm

Look at the emotions spilling

onto the mic as they sang

enchanting magical scats which

captured the music as it rang.

I felt the vibe, within the sound

in the crowd I found.




Across the edge

of the stage.

Hot day by Alexis V.

Hot day

look at the beautiful

trees look at the good

morning and night.

The grass that felt smooth,

grass laying down in the grass and looking at the stars.

The sounds,

of the birds chirping,

of the sound of the party.

The Last Party by Tommy H.

The “rizz” party, sounded like a thunderstorm.

Looked like a million dreams.

Tasted like a cloud of cotton candy.

Mentally felt like a rollercoaster,

smelt like a buffer sounds like crashing waves.



“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.

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“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
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