Diary of a Middle School Teacher: Black and White Poems

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Black and White Poems

Eighth grade students investigated black and white art galleries on line and chose a poem that grabbed their attention. Just like Jonas in the community of Sameness in The Giver by Lois Lowry, living in a world of black and white presents a different perspective. Every poem written by an eighth grade student ended to be solemn and serious. Why?

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Memorable Moments in Student Writing

"Memories are like a table of contents for our brains." DM

"We all have our own vaults of memories that keep us from repeating the mistakes of our past." DS

"I would not be the person I am today without my memories." SR

"Memories in the end hold us together and at the same time define us from the rest of the community and the world." TS

"I have learned that relationships are the little threads that connect everybody in this world." SH

"Exclamation marks are like jazz fingers for sentences!" GB

"We all start somewhere." MM

Literary Devices in Action!

As you read the following lines from students' writing in grade 8, can you name the literary device being used? Here are some of the devices you will see: imagery, hyperbole, symbolism, simile, metaphor, personification, irony, and foreshadowing.

What once was a twinkling cyan jewel was now caked in dirt and grime, it's luster waning under the harsh fluorescent light. KJ

The snowflake was as intricate as my aunt's needlepoint. SS

The leaves on the trees swayed in the wind like a hula dancer's skirt. TS

The football was a blur of brown. DW

"You are so lazy," she said as she drank her soda while watching TV. LP

The skeleton's shadow danced in the flickering light of the candle. HA

When I first woke up, I had the feeling it was going to be a bad day. NF

The trees danced, while the leaves sang, and the squirrel flew away into the sunset.CG

Jackson prayed as the cross raked into the sky. RM

I have told you one thousand times that I don't like broccoli! HC

Bob could tell that he and Joe were not going to get along. NM

James, I have told you a billion times to stop talking! JB

From the huge stage, the seats ahead looked like a sea of fish. SH

The BLT sandwich was smothered with cheese and cupped in a toasty warm bun. CB

It was quiet, too quiet. . . ER

The moon was a silver eye in the sky. SB

The boy was covered in thick, slimy mud with a big, juicy worm sticking out of his nose! JC

The rock smiled and laughed at my failure. BE

The moon was a dim flashlight in the night sky. HW

Student Simile of the Week

"Bursting out like a bullet being shot out of a .64, I fell through the second story window, disappearing into the myriad of trees below." by EC

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Black and White Poems

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