Candy oh candy,
You taste like sugar melting in my mouth.
I love to hear the sound of your wrapper crinkle and crack while you open.
I feel the tingle of you tickling against my tongue.
Just when I smell you my heart skips a beat.
You bring me such a great sweet treat.
I see you most during Halloween fun.
If you where not there life would be so glum,
And I would be one of the most bummed people of all.
Excuses
I couldn’t do my homework because I was on a run,
I didn’t shoot the basketball because I was blinded by the sun,
I will not go to bed because now I want a bath,
And I didn’t pay attention in class for I dislike math,
In art my work was messy because I didn’t use the stencil,
And now I can’t finish my report ‘cause I broke my pencil,
All of my excuses that I wanted to say,
Well, did they get me out of trouble… just for today?
Clouds
Wispy cotton floating in the heavens,
Like fluffy sheep in a blue pasture,
Slowly being persuaded by the nagging wind
Rain
The heavens boom ominously,
The sky crying and shedding infinite tears,
Turning the earth into limpid pools
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There is an unspeakable
If the world was
a river,
Then people would
be the
River Rocks
Some of us are
Small
In class a few days ago, we made Valentine’s Day Poems. It is where we take an article from a newspaper or book, then cut it out and choose random words to make a poem. What is cool about this particular kind of “poem”, is you don’t know what it will be like until you are completely finished with the whole thing. Here is what mine looks like:
This is a limerick that I wrote in 4th grade.
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There once was a dog from Connecticut.
Who had absolutley no etiquette.
He altered his ways for a matter of days.
But found he was just no good at it.
It’s just a short poem with a simple A-A-B-B rhyme scheme.
The moon, with long, tenuous fingers, perpetually dripping down into puddles of silver stars.
The moon, with a florescent outline, crescent, half, full and new, shines down upon the many cars.
The moon, with a faint smile painted on it’s face till it combusts with jealousy and tries to expunge the sun.
The moon, with craters and pore-like marks, revolving around us, a center of wonder to which we run.
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Sometimes
I think
‘Success is
unattainable’
Sometimes
I think
‘Winning is
impossible’
Sometimes
I think
‘We can’t
beat them’
But then again,
Sometimes
I know
‘I can
Win’
This is one of the poems I wrote last year and I thought should share it with you all:
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If I Were a Tree
If I were a tree I would give shade
to scorching hot people
I would wave my arms
in the nice cool breeze
In the fall I would let
my leaves take a vacation
In the winter I would
go to sleep while kids are playing
I would come back in the spring
I would bloom and start over
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