Share a Favorite Poem

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  1. dianejw

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    Since poems are a fun and great way to teach fluency and some of you have been talking about that, I thought it might be fun and helpful to share some of our favorite poems that we use in the classroom.

    Here's one that I love that my partner in crime came across last year.

    > Inside my lunch
    > to my surprise
    > a perfect, heart-shaped
    > love note lies.
    >
    > The outside says
    > "Will you be mine?"
    > And, "Will you be
    > my Valentine?"
    >
    > I take it out
    > and wonder who
    > would want to tell me
    > "I Love You."
    >
    > Perhaps a girl
    > who's much too shy
    > to hand it to me
    > eye to eye.
    >
    > Or maybe it
    > was sweetly penned
    > in private by
    > a secret friend
    >
    > who found my lunchbox
    > sitting by
    > and slid the note in
    > on the sly.
    >
    > Oh, I'd be thrilled
    > if it was Jo,
    > the cute one in
    > the second row.
    >
    > I'd be in heaven
    > if it were.
    > Has she found out
    > I'm sweet on her?
    >
    > My mind's abuzz,
    > my shoulders tense.
    > I need no more
    > of this suspense.
    >
    > My stomach lurching
    > in my throat,
    > I open up
    > my little note.
    >
    > Then WHAM! As if
    > it were a bomb,
    > it reads, "I Love You.
    > Signed, Your Mom."
     
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  3. pamms

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    Mice
    by Rose Fyleman

    I think mice
    are rather nice.

    Their tails are long,
    Their faces small,
    They haven't any
    Chins at all.
    Their ears are pink,
    Their teeth are white.
    They run around
    The house at night.
    They nibble things
    They shouldn't touch
    And no one seems
    To like them much.

    But I think mice
    are nice.
     
  4. nascarkat

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    Aug 7, 2005

    My all-time favorite poem is "Sick" by Shel Silverstein...
    "I cannot go to school today,"
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    "I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
    I'm going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks
    I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
    And there's one more-that's seventeen,
    And don't you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut, my eyes are blue-
    It might be instamatic flu.
    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button's caving in,
    My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
    My pendix pains each time it rains.
    My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
    I have a sliver in my thumb.
    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,
    I think my hair is falling out.
    My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
    My tempature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
    There is a hole inside my ear.
    I have a hangnail, and my heart is- What?
    What's that? What's that you say?
    You say today is... Saturday?
    G' bye, I'm going out to play!"
     
  5. Miss W

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    nascarkat- I read that to my students when I start to get a lot of them asking to go to the nurse. It helps solve the problem. That and my "You will not go to the nurse unless you're throwing up, bleeding, or broken" speech. It sounds a little tough, but I try and send only legit cases to the nurse. She has so many come to her everyday.

    I like to use this one when I teach money:
    SMART by Silverstein (as well)
    My dad gave me one dollar bill
    `Cause I'm his smartes son,
    And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
    `Cause two is more than one!
    And then I took the quarters
    And traded them to Lou
    For three dimes--I guess he don't know
    That three is more than two!
    Just then, along came old blind Bates
    And just `cause he can't see
    He gave me four nickles for my three dimes,
    And four is more than three!
    And I took the nickles to Hiram Coombs
    Down at the seed-feed store,
    And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
    And five is more than four!
    And then I went and showed my dad,
    And he got red in the cheeks
    And closed his eyes and shook his head--
    Too proud of me to speak!
     
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    THis one is AWESOME for teaching trading in subtraction, we even put hand motions with it.

    More on the top,
    No need to stop.
    More on the floor,
    Go next door
    Get ten more.
     
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    This is my favorite poem because it personifies everything thing that I as an African American woman is said to do!!! :love:


    STILL I RISE~

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.



    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
    Weakened by my soulful cries?

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don't you take it awful hard
    'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise.


    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise,
    That I dance like I've got diamonds, At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history's shame I rise,
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise.
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise.
    Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear, I rise.
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slaves.
    I rise, I rise,
    I rise.

    --© Maya Angelou--
     
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    Since this is a thread about poetry I wanted to submit another powerful poem dedicated to great women!

    PHENOMENAL WOMAN
    by Maya Angelou

    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
    I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
    But when I start to tell them
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say
    It's in the reach of my arms
    The span of my hips
    The stride of my steps
    The curl of my lips.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally
    Phenomenal woman
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please
    And to a man
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees
    Then they swarm around me
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say
    It's the fire in my eyes
    And the flash of my teeth
    The swing of my waist
    And the joy in my feet.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally
    Phenomenal woman
    That's me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me
    They try so much
    But they can't touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them
    They say they still can't see.
    I say
    It's in the arch of my back
    The sun of my smile
    The ride of my breasts
    The grace of my style.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally
    Phenomenal woman
    That's me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head's not bowed
    I don't shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud
    When you see me passing
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say
    It's in the click of my heels
    The bend of my hair
    The palm of my hand
    The need for my care.
    'Cause I'm a woman
    Phenomenally
    Phenomenal woman
    That's me.
     
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    Aug 21, 2005

    chava 1908- This thread is about poems we use in the classroom. Do you use those poems in the classroom?
     
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    Miss W, before you question me think about what you're asking!!! Looking at the first thread it reads share a poem that you use in your classroom, so since I posted poems, do you think I use the poems in my class? Maybe you can use these poems in your class during Black History Month! Just food for thought~Chava
     
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    Oh no! I was just wondering where you used it. I wasn't meaning to judge. What grade level would you use this with?
     
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    I absolutely love the poetry of Maya Angelou. In particular, the one she wrote for the inauguration of Bill Clinton gives me chills. I think my favorite by other authors might be Langston Hughes' Hold Fast to Dreams. I study it every year with my 5th grade.
    Dreams
    by Langston Hughes
    Hold fast to dreams
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird
    That cannot fly.
    Hold fast to dreams
    For when dreams go
    Life is a barren field
    Frozen with snow.

    I also love Dreams Deferred by him.

    Also, by Emily Dickinson:
    Hope
    Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune--without the words,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little bird
    That kept so many warm.

    I've heard it in the chillest land,
    And on the strangest sea;
    Yet, never, in extremity,
    It asked a crumb of me.
     
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    :angel: I apologize for my misunderstanding, Miss W! :sorry: I use the poems all during the year because I work primarily with african american children in an alternative school setting. My students need to be encouraged and motivated and because we can't use biblical scriptures to lift them up if you will, these poems are helpful since my students can relate to what they're reading. I have used these poems with mainly jr high and high school students while I subbed over the past 3 years and definitely since I'm full time now I'm going to use them when situations arise! Hope we can still be friends~Chava :love:
     
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    Of course we can. I'm from a district that has an almost equal number of caucasion and hispanics. I think (if our numbers show right) we have a total of 8 african american children in the district (out of a total of 3456 students). I'm always up for new ideas, but I need direct instruction (where and what age level).
     
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    miss w, i'm in awe that there exists some districts that have only 8 african american in them. considering you teach 2nd grade the only suggestion would be to read the poems to the students and have the students tell what the poems mean to them. i teach in iberia parish in louisiana and have dealings with upper elementary to high school kids. hope this answers your question ;)
     

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