"My Heart" - 8th Grade

"Little Clown, My Heart" by Sandra Cisneros was the inspiration for the following poems. We first began, however, by brainstorming words that we associate with the heart. Many common associations came up: love, red, family, blood, etc. I then sprang a twist on them: they had to write a poem "(adjective noun), my heart..." but were not allowed to use the words we had brainstormed on the board. Oh, the groans! But fascinating and inventive poems resulted.

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Mr. Stalla, Rm. 201, 8th grade

The Story Inside
Monica C.

My heart, predictable,
is a hurtful book,
it cares not who opens it,
but who looks through it.

The fool in my mind
takes leaps from far too high.
The risks there are
don’t matter.

Small and fragile like a baby,
hidden underneath the warm blanket,
not knowing the truths from the outside,
but knowing enough.


Daring Corazón
Carina A.

My heart,
filled with emotions,
searching,
solving.
My daring, loving corazón,
playing laughing,
place of heartaches,
my heart
one in a million,
happy, laughing
me.


Emotion Machine
Kevin C.

emotion machine emotion machine
beating like a drum
not knowing hwat would happen next.

emotion machine emotion machine
gets bigger and bigger when I laugh
tickles my insides, then I smile.

emotion machine, emotion machine
sinking, sinking when sad.


Something
Ismael A.

my heart is strong and sometimes brave
a heart is red and is full of life
and scared and fronted some things
goes faster and faster

comes many sizes big or small
it is sealed on a protected shield


Tough
Raul G.

Fighter, my heart
never stays down
through the ups and downs
on a rollercoaster ride
always gets up.

It is an icebox
melted by her smile
never to be frozen again
never to be forgotten.

A believer of what’s true
a dreamer of what’s next
and a wisher of what hasn’t happened.
Even after death, it will never die.

My Heart, My Eyes
Jacqueline L.

My heart, it is my eyes,
they observe all that is around me,
they take me and I follow,
never can they be deceived or fooled.

Showing me all that I can’t,
they need no glasses,
they can’t see the sorrow.

My heart, it is my eyes,
so sharp and pointy,
it is my most prized possession,
I am so addicted,
they are needed,
’til the day that they go blind.



Ms. Catinella, Rm. 202, 8th grade

Wandering Heart
Oscar V.

My heart is lost on an open road
Straightening and curving
Stopping and going like
A passenger bus on a city street

Shining stars on a black sky
Twinkling and burning a magic glow


Music, My Heart
Joe F.

music, my heart
fills me with emotions
which I can’t control
fills me with joy
and new meanings


My Heart, Moving like a Maniac
Alberto M.

Vibrating, my heart
sounds like a phone on vibrate
watching a scary movie in theaters
playing a sport for a long time
moving up and down like
a person on a trampoline.


Storm
Alejandra S.

My heart is in the middle of a storm,
Is like it has longs that fill with water,
Pushing it to my eyes like a salty ocean,
Turning black-red like it’s bruised with
blood.

Cut in half like meat,
So dark, so lonely, so sad,
Hot water inside me burning me so much.
God help.


The Unique Heart
Maria L.

The unique heart
dives in the pond of fishes
inside a lonely forest.
It opens up like a rose in its
early days.

Pinches when it’s touched
but cries like a child for a toy.

My Heart like a Warrior
Eric C.

My heart like a warrior
staggering and limping
like a soldier coming
back from war
and looking forward to
that big home meal.
It doesn’t know when
to give up on it
and it’s hoping for that big
home meal from her.


What is My Heart?
Francisco M.

A pond full of cranberry
juice. A bag full of
roses. A home made out
of red bricks.



Mr. Balcazar, Rm. 203, 8th grade

Rainbow Fairy, My Heart
Rosalina A.

Rainbow fairy, my heart,
dancing around and making wishes
come true,
like a little kid never wanting
to grow up,
pink, purple, yellow, red, colorful like a clown,
loves to say “DUDE” like a surfer dude,
the center of attention.

Tip-toed like a dancer,
soars in the sky like a bird,
funky and fabulous,
full of joy and wonder,
the queen inside of me.


The Heart
Leonardo M.

The heart is the organ that we need,
hear it clearly, it’s the sound of the beat.
It’s red, it’s like heat,
without organs like this it’s the least,
with no heart there’s no love.


My Heart Is
Andrea S.

My heart is
a little box of emotion,
full of life and happiness,
jumping up and down and side to side,
a beautiful thing that makes me survive.

My heart is an afternoon at the beach,
sunset sand and water,
a rich chocolate full of caramel,
strong and hard.

My heart is

a rich red liquid
dripping from inside,
a fire getting stronger
and stronger,
it’s my life.