Every year in my classroom, I celebrate poetry month with a month long poetry unit. This year, we are also planning a poetry slam. Here are some poems inspired by the slam, my students and the beautiful Spring weather.
Welcome to our first annual
And hopefully not our final
P@rt*ge P%#k Poetry Slam!
What is a slam? Is there a manual?
It is a showcase; a kind of revival.
Us Panthers are wordsmiths here at a jam.
We’ve come together to celebrate.
To share and perform, the poems we create.
Let’s think of it as a new Panther exam.
Our newly achieved art status took many hours.
Our school has many talents here to shower.
But we also are Panthers with powers;
But today especially Brave and Kind overpowers.
Some of us our roses who grew from concrete.
Others are patient scavengers waiting their turn.
In our classrooms weeks we’ve worked to compete.
Here and now accolades you’ve earned.
As they like to say, “Put your hands together.”
Make them cram and slam.
For your fellow Panthers and all of their jams.
For our first annual Poetry Slam!
Depressed and stressed… you say
Wearing a mask to hide your true self… you say
Ugly, fat, dumb, lazy… you say
Overwhelmed, worthless, alone…. You say
Can I offer some advice?
You are not a lone satellite in space… I know
Your revolutions are on the same path as others…. I know
Your peers wear the same mask as you… I know
Your feelings are normal, not one of a kind… I know
Those overpowering emotions can’t be helped… I know
It’s all a rite of passage, from little kid to adult… I know
It’s biological and the end isn’t too far… I know
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Things will get better, all the bad will funnel
Your sun will rise and darkness will be muttled
All the pieces will fit into your puzzle
We’ve listened, lived, we learned.
…. We all know.
The misty fog blankets the early Spring morning
The dawn sun paints the clouds pink hues
The robins delight in their squirmy breakfast
The day awakens so bright, clear and crisp
The aroma comforts that Spring is here!