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Colored Days
by Luke, sixth grade poet

On my yellow days I'm filled with joy and excitement.
I leap from the couch and run outside.
I fall asleep under the warm sun.
All is peaceful.

On my black days I'm angry.
I roar with hatred as I thwomp through the doorframe.
Then my day clears up as school ends.
I'm a dog filled with happiness.

On my gray days I'm emotionless.
I wait for something very interesting to happen.
If something does happen, I'm a curious little bug.
If not, I slip back into the gray.

Colors
by Erica, seventh grade poet

On white days I am as silent
and unnoticed as the wind
whispering secrets through the trees
on a crisp autumn day.

On purple days I am as proud and bold
as a queen's finest ball gown
being swept along the ground.

On black days I am as dark
and mysterious as space,
constantly changing, a bottomless well of
emotions for eternity.

 

Many Colored Days of Me
by Chris, seventh grade poet

On yellow days I am a happy bunny,
enjoying a tasty carrot
on a cool summer evening.

On red days I am an angry bee,
pursuing a honey-stealing bear
early early in the morning.

On grey days I am a bored pencil,
scratching on paper
at a dark and dreary school.

 

The Many Colors of Summer
by Emily, seventh grade poet

On burgundy days, I am enraged
like a graceful lion
roaring, fiercely through fire
on a misty, summer's eve.

On violet weeks, I am curious
like a delicate kitten
wandering by the enchanted woods
during the rise of the moon.

On yellow months I am cheerful
like a encouraged robin
seeking slimy worms
at the time of morn.

(Click here to view/print these three seventh graders' poems.)

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My Many Colored Days
by Lisa, eighth grade poet

For every new day,
There’s a new feeling.
For every new feeling,
There’s a new color.

On a neon green day I’m excited or surprised,
Like a grasshopper jumping through the grass
On a moderately warm spring day.

On an orange day I’m happy,
Like a jack-o-lantern glowing in the dark
On a starry dark fall night.

On a lavender day I’m relaxed,
Like a flower rustling in the spring breeze
On a cool summer morning.

On a white day I’m confused about what I feel,
Like a cloud changing colors as a storm blows through
On a dreary mid-afternoon.

On a brown day I’m sad,
Like an abused dog whining for affection
On a stormy fall night.

Although there are many emotions,
A certain color is a new feeling.

 

My Rainbow
by Michala, eighth grade poet

On baby blue days
I feel careless
Like waves crashing on the shore
On a warm August morning.

On bright pink days
I feel prideful
Like a sunflower in a daisy patch
On a cool crisp morning.

On plain white days
I feel emotionless
Like a black and white photo
In a old photo album
In a dark dusty attic.

On dark black days
I feel mad
Like a tornado
Tearing through a innocent town
On a dark stormy evening.

 

Many Colored Days
by Kimmie, eighth grade poet

On black days
I am happy
Like a penguin
Swimming in the Antarctic water.

On ruby days
I am sorrow
Like a wolf howling at the moon
In a lonely forest.

On brown days
I am warm
Like a dog sitting
In the Texan sun.

On purple days
I am high and mighty
Like the Queen of England
Watching over her country.

On pink days
I am tired
Like a new born baby
Sleeping in a crib at the hospital.

 

(Click here to open/print these three eighth grade samples.)