Lies!

On Monday, the student poets looked at Lies by the poet Eva Skrande. The poem tells her life story as a fantastic tale that couldn't possibly be true. We talked about whether or not WE'VE ever told lies, and why one might choose to lie. Though they were hesitant to jump in and start spinning stories, once they got started, the lies flowed pretty easily! They created some truly beautiful poems -- enjoy!

Lots of Lies
by Grace F.

I was born a tiger.
I had no Mother, no Father.

I LOVE global warming.
I know people who only told lies.
My best friend had blond hair.
When I was 62, I jumped out a window.
I hate peace and harmony.
I am a mean cat.
I do not have stage fright.
I breathe fire.

I do not write a write a newspaper.
I am on the last page of the book I’m reading.
I’ll do your homework.
I am a liar.

My Life of Lies
by Maddie L.

I was a baby born in a basket,
floating over roaring water.
I had no clothes to keep me warm
or parents to love me.

I was a tree with no
leaves, branches, or limbs.

I was a river
I would not let one boat
float over me.

I became a wife,
with 10 children.

I became a rainbow
with colorful stripes.

I became an old lady
with no more
lies left to tell.

Lies that Could Be Truth
by Zinnia S.

I was born as a cat curled up
on a blanket.

I was an annoying beast of a chicken.
I was a walnut hanging from the sky.

I became a fussy poodle making
coffee in a kitchen.

I became a nuisance sitting
in a crumpled chair.

I became a T-Rex
in a dead field.

Lots of Lies
by Grace J.

I was born on a bus.
I was shipped to Canada.
I was a milk jug.
I was Canadian Bacon.

I was Hawaiian pizza.
I was scrambled eggs.
I was a donut, I was tasty.

I was purple,
I was a dancing monkey.
I was a Roman God.

Lies
by Allison N.

I was a baby who lived in the stars.
I had no way to get home,
I was lost.
My home was one of the
trillion stars with no difference.

I was an explorer who traveled
down-down-down
on a planet where I saw
the reflection of myself
for the first time.

I was a beautiful mosaic
hanging in an old abbey
with no title.

I became the waves
traveling all over.
I was a home to
all creatures.

I became a clover,
lucky,
and a hunt.

I became a book
with thousands of
pages but an end.
A dull and broken pencil never going
to be used,
again.

So Many Lies
by Tess D.

I was a baby born by nothing.
I had no family.
No parents, no grandparents,
no brothers, no sisters,
nothing.

I was a blade of grass.
I was smaller than your thumb.

I was: a huge rose
very red, a tall building,
a 14 year old dog.

I became a glass
vase cracked and old
waiting to break.

I became an unsteady building
block tower about to fall.

I became a dead
tree on a cold winter
day being cut down.