Room Poems

This week, students read Weldon Kees' "Robinson." They were asked to describe things in and outside of Robinson's room, as well as how the poem made them feel. They were then asked to write their own room poems.

Ms. Barreda, 8^th Grade

My Room

Raymond A.

My room is the best place

to be in my home. It has a

certain feel to me. When I get

home from school I go to my

bed and relax, my entertainment

system is one of my joys. I

also like to draw there, the ideas

just start flowing.

My Room

Mariela B.

My room is very girly.

The walls are green & pink.

I painted them myself.

It isn't that big.

But it's the perfect size for me.

My room is very messy.

I like it like that.

Once it comes to cleaning my room it's

a drag because it takes forever.

One thing I love about my room

is I have huge mirrors.

It's awesome!

Somebody might not like my room

but I don't care, because it's me.

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Tonya P.

This room is creepy, dirty,

smelly of course. It's my

brother's room.

Get ready, grab a sword

and shield for things

to appear.

Walking slowly in, holding

my breath, not sucking in

the toxic smell of week-

old laundry.

Tripping over many

objects, wait, over there,

are those pizza boxes?

I may be brave

but I won't go in that

cave.

His closet is a never-

ending pig sty.

I think I once saw

something move.

Don't even get me

started on what's

under his bed.

The Unknown Room

Federico V.

In the room there

is an old table. A couch

without anyone sitting on it. An

old TV with a broken bottom.

There's a picture of an

old skateboard. The fan's on

yet no one's there. The

room is silent, the only thing

you can hear is the outside

siren.

Mrs. Turk, 7^th Grade

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Matt A.

The pool is so deep and I lay

and enjoy. I look up and see the

large and bright lights, bubbles blowing over

me. The pool edge is narrow and calm.

Above me on the surface lays a large metal

can filed with pressurized air that helps

many to breathe. The smell of chlorine.

I see it all through my slightly fogged

mask.

A Dream Room

Leonardo B.

A leather couch that is a

skin tone color and very

comfy.

A flat screen TV the size

of the wall.

The speakers so loud they can

break a window.

The floor is all wood making

it fun to slide and fall on.

This Fish Is Good

Kevin L.

My kitchen smells of fish. The underside

of the pan is illuminated by the red &

blue flame. I listen to the fish cook,

the crackling gives me the signal that

my food is done. When I turn off the

fire under the pan, the room goes dark.

I sit down eating my fish in the

darkness thinking, this fish is good.

The Room of Water

Lily O.

The sound of running water.

The smell of chlorine fills your nose.

The floor soaking wet, trophies

decorating the wall.

Run! Jump! Splash! As the water

washes over the edge of the

pool.

The whistle fills the air

with ringing as the racers line

up ready to start the race.

Another whistle, then the

sound of cheering and splashes.

The clocks on the wall ticking

away the time till the next

whistle. The racers swimming as

if they were running on water.

Wanting to be part of the

cheering and laughter. Thoughts

of swimming and not being

part of it was making me feel lost.

Thinking of the referee, the flags

marking the edges of the pool

but knowing that I am 5,000

miles away.

My Room of Distraction

Oscar P.

My living room is important to me,

it's an area of entertainment.

TV, computer, and the Playstation

are great distractions, a real

area of interaction.

My TV is like a box with

moving images and color. Reflecting

pictures and scriptures, words

and realistic scenarios.

The chair where I sit in is

where I relax after a

hard day at school, studying

and doing work is what I do.

The Room

Jodi R.

The room color, white as snow.

Posters, pictures on one side.

Bland and dull the colors are.

The sun that wakes me

up for this mysterious day.

The bed where I dream

of a place I cannot remember.

The shelves full of books.

The floor, messy with clothes.

You cannot see the white carpet anymore.

The shelf of movies that I never watch.

The sadness and happiness within the

room, my memories that I can picture.

The room is my soul, the place where there

is peace.

It is the room of peace, the serenity in my soul.

Ms. Touras, 6^th Grade

Dream Room

Michael M.

I wish I had a room

of my own. My annoying sisters

just won't leave me alone.

If I had my own room

I'd have a lock. But my sisters

will always come to knock, knock.

But then I'd ignore and play

video games all day. Hopefully they

would just go away.

Boy I wish I had my dream room.

My Room

Samuel S.

My room is blue, glum,

sad, it's stuffed with

stuff I don't use or

maybe something I

lost

a place I can say

whatever I want

whenever. Nobody

can take my room.

It also has three windows

that work as clocks.

I go to sleep, the

bright sun shines in the

window which tells me

to get up.

My Classroom

Susanna S.

My classroom is big.

White wall, white ceiling.

Six windows, one door

and of course the floor

32 desks, 32 chairs.

Our special chairs

with tennis balls at the end.

A flag, straight and proud.

When it comes up,

we have to sing loud.

50 stars, 13 stripes.

A sink, a clock,

some books,

some pencils,

32 students,

and of course

a teacher.

No Room in Your Room

Cody T.

The wooden door stands before you.

You walk in and gasp in amazement.

The walls, each a different color.

Blue, red, green, yellow, sky blue.

To your right in one corner

Is an HD TV monitor and a

Stereo system with surround sound.

The carpet is light blue and a book shelf

Up against a wall with 100 books.

The closet is the size of a wall

With green shades. The desk is in

Front of a window with all the tools

To study and cats walk in and

Lay down on the bed.

It's late and

Four cats have conquered

Your bed. You lie down where you

Stand on a rug that says welcome.

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Alexander V.

The computer left on

No one using it

The door closed

Everything is neat

As if on a grid

A TV is on a stand

The computer is on a desk

The bed is connected to the wall

This room looks good at it's best

There is a mirror in the room

It reflects everything

Everything looks perfect

Everything is clean

Someone finally enters

Light comes in

Everything looks perfect

The person that came

Finally grins.

In the Morning

Snow V.

In the morning.

Wake up. Open my eyes.

The sun goes up.

Saw myself in the mirror.

Sitting there.

The room is bright.

Then...

Walk around the room.

The white wall

the black bed, the black and white

room. With toys, games and a computer

and things I love in there.

With a table and books and

posters and clothes...