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P.S. 29

ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS 

 

 

 

RAINBOW

Rainbow is a cozy thing

Cozy as my soft blanket.

Rainbow tastes like all

the fruit flavors.

I want to see a real rainbow

in Mexico.

Niko Garcia

PS 29, Pre-K

 

 

YELLOW AND ORANGE

Yellow and Orange are sisters.

They bake chocolate chip cookies together.

Yellow is bright like the sun.

Orange likes to play with cars.

They are happy colors.

Savanna Gecaj

PS 29, Pre-K

 

 

RED AND PINK

Red and pink are best friends.

They like to play hide and seek,

They also play Princess.

Red is like a heart

full of happiness.

Pink is sweet

as rainbow cake.

Tecla Kaplan

PS 29, Pre-K

 

 

ORANGE AND YELLOW

Orange and yellow

are best friends.

They like to play

on the slide.

Orange pushes yellow

on the swing.

These colors are bright as stars.

Emmy Pantoja

PS 29, Pre-K

 

 

GREEN

Green is like a hard avocado

that I eat for dinner.

It is a fall color, green as grass.

Green is soft as a stuffed

dinosaur which I would like to have.

Adam Rutkoff

PS 29, Pre-K

 

 

I LOVE DOGS

A dog with black dots

A dog looks pretty

A dog looks cute

A dog barks

A dog is smelly

A dog is fuzzy

A dog is small

A dog has claws

A dog has curly hair

A dug runs to the bathroom

A dog is nice

A dog eats dog food

A dog tastes like cotton candy

A dog can lick you

A dog is soft

A dog is stinky

A dog is loud

Group Poem

PS 29, Pre-K

PS 321

COINS

Hold fast to coins

For if they stop

Life’s a swirling black hole

With no pink mole

Hold fast to coins

For if they die

Life's an empty fridge

With no warm pie

Orion Colosi

PS 321, 4th Grade

YOUR DREAMS

A dream is a wish, a bubblegum dish,

and your life is affected by your dreams, too.

It can be a sunny day, a forever payday!

It’s true, it's true, it’s true!

Life can also be a dark, barren, sea,

With your heart burning, burning from the core.

So look into your dreams, make them come true,

the person the magic mirror is you...

Spread your wings, prepare to fly!

Live life to the fullest,

shoot up to the sky!

There are many years before you die.

Timur Eker

PS 321, 4th Grade

THE LEAVES

Rustling on the trees

changing color with amazing ease

floating gracefully to the ground

falling, falling all around

dancing, dancing through the air

unaware that I am there

jumping, jumping to the ground

everywhere, all around

the leaves, the leaves

on the trees

falling, dipping through the air

here, then there, then everywhere

whispering through the trees

crunching, crackling, the leaves

Sarah Fleming

PS 321, 4th Grade

WAR

People fighting

like soldiers

We want freedom

They're wrestling

like vicious cats and dogs

We want freedom

What's the point

of fighting

We want freedom

Swords swinging

guns banging

WE WANT FREEDOM!

Kaia Harris

PS 321, 4th Grade

THINGS TO DO IF YOU ARE A PENCIL

You dance across the page

Roll across the human hand

Feel your black tip drag along the white paper

Feel the hand touch your rigid bumps

And your eraser hit the page

You drop on the ground and bounce, bounce, bounce

You can smell your freshly sharpened tip

Then you get picked up and written with again

Your tip broke from the fall

You drop into the sharpener but your tip breaks again

And you get gently placed into the pencil case, never to be used again.

Lazlo Katznelson

PS 321, 4th Grade

MY WISHES

I wish the world was a better place,

from earth, and all the way to space

I wish our bright blue ocean waves were clear as glass,

with nothing even close to trash.

I wish the world was a better place,

from earth, and all the way to space

I wish everyone had a heart of gold,

no final breaths, my sadness would be sold.

Juno Mazur

PS 321, 4th Grade

IT'D BE NICE

It'd be nice if there was no pollution

Pollution is an abandoned car, broken and bare

It'd be nice if there wasn't world hunger

World hunger is an empty supermarket, hungry and spare

It'd be nice if there was world peace

No world peace is a burnt-up forest, dark and daring

It would be nice if people stopped littering

Littering turns into a dump, crazy not caring

It'd be nice if the world was happy

Happiness is like a treasure, found like hope

My dream is happiness.

Hudson Moore

PS 321, 4th Grade

OCEAN

Turquoise waves crashing down on shore

Luring me in with your salty, smell

Stealing all of the sand from shore

With all of the turtles and dolphins, you're hard to resist

The shells are scratching my feet

The sound drilling into my ears

Your current, sweeping me away from shore

Your octopi, so beautiful, I love and adore

I find myself in paradise, you the ocean

It hurts me so much, to say goodbye

You shall always be a friend of mine

We will meet again, Ocean.

Elie Navarro-McKay

PS 321, 4th Grade

IF I WERE A SUPERHERO...

If I were a superhero,

I would control the weather,

For the flowers begging for rain,

Or for a very cold, pale man,

On a lovely vacation.

If I were a superhero

I would control the weather,

For the polar bears pleading for ice,

For the Africans in a drought,

needing rain.

If I were a superhero,

I would control the weather,

From the red-hot deserts,

To the coldest of blue lands.

If I were a superhero,

At the end of the day,

I would be a normal girl.

Resting after a long day.

Beatrix Swigert

PS 321, 4th Grade

IF I COULD FLY

I'd be a bird looking for its prey,

I could soar above the white fluffy clouds,

I could leap, soar, dive, whoosh,

I'd be a falcon diving deeper and deeper,

I could hang upside down from the tallest oak tree.

I could fly up the tallest skyscraper with such force

that I rip the glass from the windows,

I could fly circle after circle,

if I could fly.

Ruby Yarrow

PS 321, 4th Grade

Ella Baker School

WHAT WOULD

what would

make a

perfect world

it's hard to say

a perfect world

would have

no say

to be mean

no racism

kindness

everywhere

rainbows all to share

But if you are mean

It’s hard to say

YOU will be

in your own way

Violet Barzilay

Ella Baker School, 4th Grade

I WANT TO BE FREE

I want to be free of not knowing what Trump will do to our people—

my undocumented friends, their families, the people who love them.

They want freedom too—freedom from being afraid.

I want to be free, free of our government taking away the things that matter most:

Friends, love, people, our rights, our thoughts, who we are!

Sometimes I think about the people in this country

and how they just want to live their lives

I want to be free of only two genders.

I want non-binary people to be free.

I want us to be free of ICE raids—

how they go around deporting people

back to countries they never even lived in.

Is this even the United States of America???

I want to be free of Trump

taking away the warmth from my heart and my life.

I want to be free of thinking to myself,

"What will happen next now that he is our president?"

I want to be free from not knowing what will happen

to this country I thought I loved.

Most important—I still have hope.

And when you have hope… YOU ARE FREE

Aria Scarlett Weissman

Ella Baker School, 4th Grade

GROUP POEM

rosa: a perfect world would be

peace and love

forever and always

genesis: a perfect world would

be romantic and religious

marley: a perfect world would be

for kindness to take over

rosa: a perfect world would mean everyone would feel safe no matter who they

were—no matter their gender

no matter their race

no matter their identity

genesis: a perfect world would be no one would be judged for

the color of their skin

and people would have empathy to walk in someone else’s shoes

marley:everyone would have the same amount of money

everyone would have a home

genesis: my wish is for homelessness to end

rosa: my wish is for the world to be perfect for everyone

marley: when i was born i had a hole in my heart but my parents and doctors

helped me and today i am here and healthy. my wish for the world is that all kids

could have the same care.

All: this is our version of a perfect world

Genesis Hinds, Rosa McNally, Marley Schall

Ella Baker School, 4th Grade

IN MY DREAMS

In my dreams

I like to fly

Where others cannot go

And when I lift off

I soar to a faraway place I do not know

When I hear a sound

A beautiful note

Just like a melody

I smile and shine and dance

Into infinity

I must explore far and wide

And like a firework

I shoot up into the sky

I burst into one million specks of light

And then I realize it was all just a dream

A beam of light streaks through my dark night.

Luella Carrington Cruz

Ella Baker School, 5th grade

UNITY

Unity

Hearts form love

Sometimes there is hate

Segregation

Racism

People are still fighting for rights.

Trans people are bullied every day

We need to fight for peace and rights

We have Black History month in February

To honor

To celebrate

To remember what a great people they are

To remember how they changed the world

We need to fight hand in hand

Doesn’t matter your race

Doesn’t matter your gender

Doesn’t matter your disabilities

Doesn’t matter your sex

Because you are you and that matters.

Lavender Eller

Ella Baker School, 5th Grade

IN A PERFECT WORLD

In a perfect world

people would be happier

we would have a different president

In a perfect world

things would be the way

they are between me

and the white people

I care about

there would be

no racism

In a perfect world

I could play video games all day

I would have my PS5 at school

People would spend more time together

It would be sunny all the time

In a perfect world

I would feel happy

and free

Zaire Gurley

Ella Baker School, 5th Grade

HAND IN HAND

Hand in Hand

I look up at the stars

they shine through the

Darkness, Hand in Hand

I wonder if all the

people who fought for

unity ever look up

Hand in Hand, at the same stars.

Sylvia Markham

Ella Baker School, 5th Grade

BRIDGES

Some bridges are literal

Some bridges are metaphorical

Those bridges cross the gap

Between race, sex, LGTBQ and

Open up space for equality.

Don’t cross the the river of ignorance

Build bridges of equality.

Holden Rudy

Ella Baker School, 5th Grade

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