Imagery in Poetry: Students crafted original poems after a study of mentor texts "The Shark" by Pratt, "Abandoned Farmhouse" by Kooser, "Poppies" by Scheele and "When It Is Snowing" by Cedering. Students were invited to pattern their poems after their mentor poems.

1. Imagery in Poetry
What do our words make you see? think? feel?

2. When it is Cloudy
By: Jenna
When it is cloudy
the Murraydog
is the only piece of
sunshine
in my day

3. The Morning
By: Ananya
As the wave of sunlight hits the bed
Life starts to show
Making everything bright
The day has begun
It is the
Morning

5. The Snail
by Thomas
The thing was small
And faceless,
And barf green.
It was quite slow,
but turned,
And moved in the opposite direction.
On it, there was a rock-sort-of-thing,
And something inside,
Something hiding,
It was gross.
I put it down,
And it ran,
sort of…
To the grass,
Slow,
But with much effort,
It slithered- that creature
Small, faceless, barf green,
Part slug, part rock,
But something that was neither.
For it was… you know what it is…

6. Its Game Time
Smooth and Slick
Red and Blue Lines
Painted across the ice
The lig hts hang ing above
Shinning down on the
Silent new layers of ice
The g oals mounted behind
The crease the puck laying in
The center of the rink its
Game time
By Jack

7. The Death Ceature
His body was oval like
And scaly
And orange
And as he passed the fake treasure chest
He turned
And Snapped at the fish food
Which was never alive and sinking
And I saw the flash of his dangerous orange tail
And a row of no teeth
And eyes Darker than death itself
Soft and circular and smooth
Then he jumped out of the water
With his two little fins
And landed with a soft splash back in water
Gracefully,
And effortlessly
He swam- That stupid fish
Oval like, scaly and orange
Part shark, part tiger?
Part neither- for he was scarier than both of those animals
By Pearce

9. The Weeping Angel
By: Madeleine
Her body the shape of a sacred angel
And cold
And cracked,
And as you watch her you blink
She turns,
And touches your hand
Then you find yourself stuck in days gone by.
And when you see the stone monster,
And her sharp stone teeth,
And eyes of dull stone years old,
Blank and lifeless and stone.
When you turn your back she moves,
Faster than lightning,
Silently racing
Hungrily,
Hatefully,
She flies-The strange statue
A sacred angel, cold, cracked,
Some of her a statue some of her an animal
Some of her neither- for when you look she is stone.

10. The Vampire
By: Meghana
His body was pale
And cold
And lifeless,
And as he passed the tunnel
He turned,
And snapped at a young boy
Who was exhausted and starving.
And I saw the flash of pearly fangs,
And a pair of bloodstained canines,
And eyes of blood red,
Like a black hole, dark and endless
Then away from the tunnel
With those feet covered in blood
Walking without a noise on the concrete
Smoothly,
Calmly,
He walked – That dark thing
Pale, cold, lifeless
Part monster, part animal,
Part neither – for he has no emotion

11. Not Only Blocks
By Et h an
Y ou ca n d o w h a t ev er y ou w an t
I t ’ s n o t o n l y a g a m e
I t ’ s a g a m e
W i t h b lock s t h a t can b e p la ced
A n d can b e cr a f t ed
A n d m in ed
A n d i t can b e p r ogr am m ed
To d o an y t h in g y ou w an t
Su ch a s m a k e a st a t u e w a lk
A n d sa y som et h in g
A n d d isa p p ea r
A n d t h e b lock s
A r e n ot j u st b lock s
I n M in ecr a f t

12. Otis
His body was small
And skinny
And black and white
And as he walked down the hall
He turned,
And jumped in his bed
Which was green and furry.
And I saw a flash of white belly
And eyes of black coal,
Big and dark and full.
Then out of the bedroom,
With his four small paws
Blazing out of the door
Swiftly ,
Eagerly,
He trotted – that strange dog
Small, skinny,
black and white
By Lily