My Heart--7th grade

This sizable posting contains poems inspired by "Little Clown, My Heart" by Sandra Cisneros.

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Changing Stone
Andy M.

Sometimes my heart’s as smooth
as a stone with a waterfall
running aside it, accepting,
calm and peaceful. Sometimes it’s a
jagged rock at the edge
of a cliff, can’t hold anything,
angry, alone, and depressed, unaccepting.


Untitled
Daniel S.

Happy and sorrow
are in my heart.

These are the emotions
that can never drift
apart.

Not even death, hate,
nor anger can hurt the
emotions.


My Heart
Pamela H.

Blue sky, my heart,
beautiful as can be.
Birds gazing through it,
and clouds flowing too.
It’s happy but sometimes
raining, blue sky, my
heart will always be.


Mariposa de colores, mi corazón
Daniela G.

Mariposa de colores, mi corazón,
la es y la será siempre,
ella está conmigo,
siempre la está,
ella es mi amiga
la que me ayuda
y ríe siempre junto a mí.

Ella puede volar
y yo junto a ella
aunque no tengo alas,
pero en mi mente y corazón
sí las ahí.

Mariposa de colores alegres
que ilumina todo mi ser,
y todo mi corazón,
sin ella yo no puedo vivir
porque ella toda mi vida es.


Plastic Tree, My Heart
Sergio S.

Plastic tree, my heart,
doesn’t know if it’s real or fake.
Like a ghost it poses me to
do things I don’t want to.
My plastic tree of a heart
prevents me from real emotions.

Fake smile, my heart.
Just like a fake smile my heart
deceives people.
My fake smile is not to be
trusted.
My plastic tree heart
has no real emotions.


My Heart
Erik V.

My heart beats again and
again when I’m lost in a
stranded place, no water, no
food, except the cold breeze.


Untitled
Braulio R.

My heart, so full of hatred,
burns hot like there’s no tomorrow.
So full of rage
it might just explode.


It’s inside me, my heart
Jesus T.

Whenever I’m nervous or
lie my heart pulses
faster and faster.

Whenever I speak
in front of a class I
get nervous and I
feel my heart wants
to get out.

I love my heart.
It keeps me alive
and sometimes tired.
I love my heart.


My Heart Broken
Kimberly U.

You knew that
my heart wasn’t
in stores.
There are some traps
that life always
has. Why did you take
my heart? You are
not the right person
for me. You didn’t know
how to love me.
And you missed your
chance. Now I
have to keep moving.
Life keeps on
and I am not letting a
boy hurt me again,
now the only
two words I
am saying: Good
bye!


My Heart
Myriam L.

Hopeless apparatus, my heart,
different confusing feelings,
twisted and turned inside.

I suspect it is easily broken,
but of course, I wouldn’t know,
my heart hasn’t belonged to anyone before.

I wish I could feel,
but my heart is empty,
filled with air and webs.


My Heart
Ever B.

My heart, why all that
suffering? Why did my
uncle have to die?


Emotions
Paola S.

Paper, my heart,
easy to rip,
smooth and nice,
but be careful:
it cuts too.

Hard as a rock,
doesn’t let no one get through,
always being stomped on,
it hurts too,
hardly ever picked up.

Gentle as a puppy
crying out for help,
like an actor
sometimes acting,
scared,
like a little kid about roller coasters,
scared,
for love and trust.

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Mr. Czoski, Rm. 209, 7th grade

Awesome Soccer, My Heart
Edgar

Awesome soccer, my heart
I live for soccer
I breathe soccer
I sleep soccer
I eat soccer
I bleed soccer
I dream soccer
Without soccer my world wouldn’t be the same
If I don’t play my hardest I am ashamed
I want to be in the hall of fame
It could happen if you let me play my game
It’s like a drug to me
I’m addicted to it
I’m in it to win it


My Heart
Shawn P.

Dark and empty, that’s what
my heart is, that’s what it’ll
always be. That’s just what
people can’t seem to see about
me. They say I’m mean, they
say I show no compassion
for anything, they all say the
same thing, but they just don’t
know me, the real me, but sometimes
I don’t know the real me.
I can’t believe, I couldn’t see
what was happening to me.


Flipping Jelly Bean, My Heart
?

The flipping jelly bean, my heart.
It bounces and hops, hop,
hop, hop, so confused, don’t know
what to do.

Turning doing flips then
stops, the sign of death—no—
it’s the sign of being heart-
broken sitting not moving
at all.

The flipping jelly bean starts hopping
again so high it feels like
it could fly, it must be
love.

No one will ever understand
why the flipping jelly bean
does these things, like I will
never understand why my
heart feels like this.


Blue Notebook, My Heart
Alejandra R.

Blue notebook, my heart
coming to me with a key.
Holding to me and saying, “Write
to me.

It sees me crying day
through night. Telling me,
“Let go of it and write.”
It’s a diary, it
tells me, “Write in me.”

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Mrs. Harris, Rm. 210, 7th grade

heavy backpack, my heart
Dalia C.

Heavy backpack, my heart,
carried around with so much work.
Taken advantage and thrown on the dirt.
Torn on the inside and out,
no one can hear it shout.

Heavy sorrows and no help,
always thinking the same thought:
How can I make it all stop?
It cannot move or walk,
but to itself, it talks.


lala
Daniela M.

Smal little girl, my heart
Cheery, happy, torn
Stands tall, doesn’t look down
Her arms open waiting for…
Someone

No one bothers, she’s left alone
Her dignity is gone
Her addiction is him
The sweet apple rots

The hills are too high
The sun is shining bright
She gives up on life
In front of her eyes
everything dies


Maze
Esmeralda G.

Maze, my heart.
Needles…dark my heart
Rainbow, candy, my heart…
Berlin…fire, my heart
Red fruit punch…my heart…

White-’n-blue stars
Cancun waves…mí
corazón…

Paper, plastic, pencil…
Bratz, Barbie dolls…
My red and pink heart!

Sitting down holding
hands in front of the
screen…
My bloody heart!


Untitled
Angelica U.

Little girl, my heart
turned around and upside-down
beautiful butterflies in my stomach
turning and spinning
out of control

Light feather, my arms
spinning out of space
bears growling inside of my heart
but nothing comes out but a whisper

Loud music in my ears
but nothing is seen
just heard with sense
peace and quiet is what I’ve become

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Mrs. Bourret, Rm. 208, 7th grade

Crystal-Shining Star, My Heart
Karina A.

Playing games with me, wherever I go,
calling my name and telling me to go for it,
but I say, “No, this is not me.”
My heart pounding, every time I need to
breathe.


Little Boy
Gerardo I.

Little boy, my heart, I
miss you and I want
you back. I need you,
little boy. I miss you
so much. Will you come
back?


Fearless Moon, My Heart
Mayra S.

Fearless moon, my heart
I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere
spicy like hot sauce
feeling better than ever

I feel like the moon shining all day
swaying with the ocean
monkey jumping around

laughing like an elephant
dreaming a dream no one understands


Big Volcano, My Heart
Jonathan N.

Big volcano, my heart,
hot and almost about to erupt,
people running and screaming
rocks shooting out like
baseballs traveling at 70 mph.

Soon I will erupt into anger,
I’m trying to keep cool,
It’s like a countdown from 5
all the way to 1,
I’m trying to keep cool.

The lava is running down the side of the mountain
like tears coming from a face,
I can’t hold it,
I’m going to explode,
I’m trying to keep cool.


I Hear
Eric W.

I hear I hear something pounding inside
of me it’s pounding like a basketball
hitting the floor I’m holding my
chest it’s pounding it’s pounding I can’t see
my breath in this cold weather
I’m falling to the ground I’m blind
I can’t hear I can’t see what’s
wrong with me it’s my heart
it’s pounding


Tiny Star, My Heart
Ariel C.

Tiny star, my heart,
pounding again so hard.
It’s like frozen stars
standing so lonely.

My Heart - 6th

Sandra Cisneros' "Little Clown, My Heart" was the inspiration for this batch of poems.



Mrs. Hernandez, Rm. 109, 6th grade

Funny Monkey
Jocelyn R.

Funny monkey, my heart,
cute and furry with lipstick on.
Juggles and tells jokes at the
same time.
He hops he runs but most of all
he just walks.


Little Hands, a Mom’s Heart
Destiny M.

Little hands, as they meet
She hugs her little one
and plays with her feet
She giggles, she laughs
Little hands, little hearts


Music
Yaneliz R.

loud music, my heart
spinning and dancing
falling and practice
and making a mess


Little Monster, My Heart
Vanessa A.

Little monster, my heart,
hiding in closets and under the beds,
scaring away little kids,
wants to play but everyone’s afraid, like
a tornado just hit the earth.

Little hairy feet walking
into a dark room.
He’s so scared and no one’s there,
happiness is gone,
all there is is emptiness.


My Heart
Daisy A.

loud fireworks, my heart,
with the boom and the pump.
With the happiness outside and inside
filling and willing to do what I want.
Little heart little heart as you
hear the loud fireworks I sigh.
Hurry, hurry heart, fill me with
love like fireworks fill the sky.


My Lonely Heart
Daisy A.

Lonely me, my heart.
I sleep while you are trying to talk.
I wake up, you’re asleep, I try
to talk to you but you don’t
hear. We both can’t talk, you
take care of me, I take care
of you. At least we’re together.