Tuesday, February 15, 2011
10th Graders! Post Poems Here!
Click on the link that says "comments" below. Write your poems into the box and include your name. Select "name/url" for the user. Type your first and last name.
Poetry Comparison Essay Directions:
• Using the poem you found and wrote down in the library along with another poem we’ve read, your job is to write a 4 paragraph essay describing how the writers in each poem use similar literary elements (repetition, metaphors, etc.) and how those elements effect the meaning of the poem.
• Include a thesis statement and evidence from the poems to demonstrate your point. Example: In “Nothing Gold Can Stay,” by Robert Frost and “Christopher Lomax 60,” by Walter Dean Myers, each poet uses natural imagery, repetition, and extended metaphor to show how painful and short-lived the world can be.
• Each body paragraph should quote lines from the poem that shows this literary element.
You will turn in your notebook at the end of class on Thursday. I will be looking for your poetry log, your organization, and your written final. This work must be done in class. Not using class time will result in a decreased grade
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Where I'm From...
ReplyDeleteI'm from cads being shuffled together
I'm from lego's and building cars
I'm from war games and being soaked
From soccer balls being kicked into goals
Going to the store and buying kit kats
and chewing gummi candy
Waking up on weekends and watching cartons
I'm from the book HOLES and working
I'm from moving from state to state
From watching my dad leaving to return again
Watching as the twin towers fall
From listening to adults arguing
and watching in a moment of silence
Extended Metaphor...
ReplyDeleteA drity floor being
washed. A dried out sponge
Soaked in water. A
soapy apple chewed
A person on all fours
A starved wolf running
away from a gun shot
A blue light bulb on a
blank colorless canvas
I Hate you
ReplyDeleteI Hate you
I Saw you
It Wasn't me
Stop lying
I Saw you with her
Just Calm down
Liar!!!!! You Know I Love you
Get Out of my face Please just calm down
I hae you and
I never want to
see you again..... Boom
Fine!!!
Two voices
ReplyDeleteParent_______________________Child
Why do you have an F__________________________
____________________________Does it matter?
Yes it matters. Don't you_______________________
care about your future___________________________
_________________________Yes I care
Well act like it___________I am tring
__________________________Just stop talking about
__________________________it
Not until you see what you_______________________
have done_____________________________________
___________________________I'm leaving
Then go I don't care_________________
You do what you like_____________________________
_____________________________________Fine I will
Whatever_______________________Whatever
Socially Broken
ReplyDeleteIsolation, it steals
the importance of love.
The scent of a bloodstained
ocean of dried tears. It
blinds emotion with the
taste of frozen blood on
frostbitten cheeks. The dark
depression engulfs the
room with numbness. As the
python surrounds the
the bird with pressure and takes
it's life. Attempting to
find the fire gets old. As
Isolation slowly
and coldly takes it's hold.
I am from the nintendo 64
ReplyDeletei play as one
i work as one
i break as one
i am from a huge house
i am from a boy living in his dream
i live listening to the pokemon
i am from reading the KAY as my favorite book
i am from living in front of the tv
i lived on legos
i lived to be a super hero
this is where i am from
Fear
ReplyDeleteThe smoke that bellowed from
The burning rubber. The
Pain of a pulled muscle.
The taste of viniger
On dryed up lips. Loose prey
Running from a wolf. The
Endless black. Death knocking
On sombodys bright door.
When i was a baby i was cute as a button
ReplyDeleteuntil my brother dropped me on my head.
When i was a baby my bigger brother bought
me a binky which i loved.
When i was a baby i ate applesauce.
When i was a baby i could care less.
When i was a baby i thought pigs could fly.
When i was a baby i crawled around my house.
When i was a baby i slept for hours.
When i was a baby i played till i couldnt play any more.
When i was a baby i drank out of a bottle.
When i was a baby i loved everyone.
That was when then this now
no more binkys no more bottles
no more crawling but still more playing
playing with toys that go Tick Tick Boom
no more sleeping in bed more like reading in bed, books and magazines
characters with huge mudcles and big hair
that was then this is now
I'm from tiny cars and plastic racetracks
ReplyDeleteI'm from the 42nd airborne troop and wooden fort bunkers on the beach
I'm from war games and injuries on the playground
I'm from four squares and a deciding rubber ball
I'm from the Eagle's nest that rests on a flying led heavy zeppelin
I'm from screams and growls that brought me the horizon
I'm from the satisfying explosion of flavor in a cookies n cream Hershey's bar
I'm from the tree house next door set above a pineapple under the sea
I'm from from the knights of the round table that reside on my bookshelf
I'm from lifelong dreams of flying an airplane
I'm from loneliness, imagination and independence that fuel my creativity
I'm from tears spent on broken planes and leveled buildings
I'm from yelling, screaming and temporary love
It's hard seeing people for who they've always been
Especially when all you are to them is bleeding ink from a broken pen
Sit up straight, dont talk
ReplyDeleteand dont sleep.
Get up early but also get
a lot of sleep. Thats the trick.
Dont get in fights. An eye
for an eye makes the whole world blind.
Ask for help, dont be shy
tell the truth, please dont lie.
Be respectful and responsible
be nice, but stand up for yourself
and most importantly do your work
NO EXCUSES!
Anger
ReplyDeleteSweat running down your cheek
Heartbeat sound like sasquatch feet thunderin
salty sweat drops of blood
some guy that didnt get what he ordered
a gorilla beatting on its chest
red and blood
-Due Date
ReplyDeleteDripping ribbons of
vibrant red. As all of
it's thoughts flow out
it's head. Eyes open
wide. It's distinct motives
have died. Dried rivers
have come in vein. Broken
promises worth the pain.
Depressions eye burned out the day.
Depressions lies have come out to play.
For the second depression had entered
it's head. Twas the second
depression had deemed it dead.
HOW TO
ReplyDeletehow to snowboard
go to the store
pick up a snowboard
buy a jacket, boots, and pants
drive to the mountain
buy a pass for the day
get on the lift
get off the lift
strap in
get going down the mountain
dont fall
go off a jump
go home
wake up the next day
U WILL BE SORE....
Narritive poem
ReplyDeleteI come from a long line of faimily with no money. Alot of people who hear that may think its funny but its not when i did get money it was gone on some pot then i got caught up an me an my ma faught
I am from africa
ReplyDeletethe land where creatures roam free
I am from far far east
Boardering the red sea
I am from eritrea
where there are no others like me
I am from a family of five
plus two
I am from the soft, green turf
where a black and white checkred ball bounces untouched
I am from an xbox
where real meets fake
I am from earth
where amazing happens
Happiness
ReplyDeleteSweet smelling gummy bears.
A jolt of energy.
Running through a field of
Flowers with the wind in
Your face. Taste of apples.
Dolphins swimming in oceans.
The very bright yellow
Sun shining in your face.
Im From
ReplyDeleteIm from playing basketball on the black tops
at westgate with my friend.
Im from shooting hoops everyday rain or shine
hoping to one day make it big.
Im from Im from getting up early to watch my favorite shows
acting out every move from the show Tom & Jerry.
Im from a country of great tragedy
waking up hearing of bombings and mass death.
Im from screaming in joy until my throat hurt
watching my hometown team make it to the Superbowl.
Im from going to any local shop
and spending my last possible coin on a bag of skittles.
Im from books in my lap, going to sleep
with dreams of Curious George and the Magic School Bus.
Im from Edmonds, Washington born and raised.
How To...
ReplyDeleteBend your knees, stay eye level.
Be mad at everyone
especially the quarterback.
Release your anger
but in a controllable way.
When you hear that sound "HIKE"
kick your legs back helmet back
and push as hard as you can
when u do get that hit and you hear that crack
its the best feeling in the world
I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from playing backyard football
with my brothers and friends
Getting so mad it makes me a better player
I'm from eating Starburs and Skittles
anytime I could get my hands on them
I am from listening to music
Tupac, Biggie, Wayne, Nas, Lupe
I'm form watching movies every weekend
all types from action to romance
I'm from watching the Saehawks playing football
during the Superbowl getting so happy
This is where i am from
Love
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and colorful
flowers. A jolt of energy.
A heart pumping with blood.
The taste of the sweetest candy
A jungle full of different animals
Live sensation of the brightest colors imaginable.
Poem in Two voices
ReplyDeleteHello
Hello
Im back from school
ok
i dont got no work
u sure
ya
im goin out for a bit
no ur not
what... what do you mean
u dont need to be going outside today
why what i do now
ur dissrespectful and you yell at me i told u all this yesterday
no you didnt but if you really belive that than whatevers
so go to your room
ya hope u had a good day to
sure did
How to poem
ReplyDeleteDo your homework if u have any
Ur not going leaving until its done
Im tired of saying this over and over
NO you cant hang out with him i dont know his parents
"So what who cares"
Ur just gonna come back stoned like u always do
get out of my face
go to ur room or do something
Dont give me an attitude and thats another thing im sick an tired of u being disrespectful to me and if im ever with you and you talk to any one (ur dad, me, any one older i will slap you.
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from the leggo buildings, built sky high
I'm from the fantasy world my Barbie's lived in,
where everything is happy
I'm from neighborhood kickball games, lasting late into the night
from basketball games, where the ball was bigger than ouselves
I'm from the stage of Aaron Carter and
Britney Spears
I'm from skittles my mom would give me after dinner
from butterfingers i would eat on the 31st
i'm form the Big Comfy Couch that had me becoming a human clock on my floor
I'm from the tales of a family of bears and
the streets Madeline walked
I'm form a world where terror strikes hundreds
of people at once,
from buildings falling from a hit of a passenger filled plane
i'm from a road lead from what i thought y friends wanted,
I'm from fun, pressure, and memories
Hopelessness
ReplyDeleteThe paint of the dry walls
a punch straight to the
stomach. Sour milk and
stale bread crumbs on the floor.
lonely child eating
by themselves sobbing loud.
A duckling trailing
along getting farther
behind.Black stars falling
from a clear blue days sky.
Narrative Poem
ReplyDeleteWhen i was nine i went to Disneyland for my birthday.
They hid presents around the hotel room.
And then i was kidnapped by Mickey Mouse
It was like a bad cartoon
And then i came home to Malik the great king
Ans then i gave him a big hug cause i missed him
And then i had to go home and it was the saddest moment of my life.
Walking home i heard it...
WHAM! i looked back and Malik
had been hit by a car.
I then called Jacob my firefighter friend
Poem in Two voices
ReplyDeleteFinally
-Finally
This is the day
i have been waiting
for since i could remember
-We made a decision
and its going to
benefit us both.
-Being left behind
isnt fun.
Being left behind
isnt fun.
especially by your own parents
-Today were chang-
ing a little girls
life.
-Today she's coming
home with us.
Finally.
-Finally.
where im from
ReplyDeleteim from legos and bionicles
im from playing basketball at the park
with my friend bryson
im from listening to 50cent
im from eating reeses peanutbutter cups
till my doctor told me to stop
im from watching pokemon and avatar
im from plane flying into the twin towers
im from reading goose bumps
im from being a power ranger
im from moving alot
china, hawaii, washington
this is where im from
Fear
ReplyDeleteThe smell of gushing blood
isolation and a shivering feeling floods your body
taste like the fear you get overdosing on pills
looks like going down a long dark hill
feels like thousands of bats coming toward you
feels like being stuck in a really dark room
narrative poem
ReplyDeleteim remember when we used to watch power rangers
at 7am
all day everyday
the black ranger died and he was as black as night
it was now brreakfast time
at like a lion and watched csi crime
then it was time for school
and i said school is for foos
so i skipped and went to the pool
how to clean your room
ReplyDeleteshut up and listen
dont talk back like you always do
look at your room
its a mess
i tell ypu this every week
clean up after yourself
when you use thing put it
back where you found them
its easy i can do it
you can do it
Monica Taeschner said...
ReplyDeleteWhere I'm From
I'm from Barbie's and brushing Ken's hair
I'm from the PS2 and crashing cars on Gran Turismo
I'm from shooting a BB gun at the mean neighborhood kid
From ringing the doorbell and running,
from bouncing up and down on the waves and flying into the lake
I'm from rainbow colored gummy bears from the Little Store
I'm from spongebob squarepants where Patrick was running around with his pants down revealing his goofy goober under pants
I'm from going downstairs to see planes crashing into a big building and people jumping I'm from captain underpants and I Spy books
I'm from a soldier that would dress up and go to shows and get free stuff
I'm from the catholic church who my father sued and he won
HAPPINESS
It smells like vanilla and chocolate
Floating above the clouds
It taste like java mocha fudge icecream
Colors of the rainbow fly across the sky
A fluffy puppy comes toward you
Fading yellow and blue reflect the ocean blue
Narrative Poem
When I was little I loved gummy bears
I had all the colors of the rainbow
I'd stare at their eyes and bite off their heads off
You're eyes are dark brown
Like the dogs poop yesterday
You're like an annoying dog that won't shut up
The dog eats the gummy bears
Plop the gummy bears cried out as they fell into the water bowl
Broken
You dirty whore!
How can you cheat on me?
I feel no guilt
Therefore I
Wasn't in love
I put my heart and
Soul in our relationship
Don't believe me Lies
Why did you do this
To me You suck
you never
satisfied me
enough to stay
You're a dirty with you
Whore
I hate you I hate you
It's over
How to...
Sit on the bike
Your shoes melt into the petals
Grab the handle bars and hold on
Your feet move in a circular motion
You bounce up and down on the trail
STOP! OR YOU ARE GOING TO HIT THE TREE!
BOOM! BANG! CRACK!
Head over heels you wake up you feel no pain
Are you ok? He runs over
I stand up and blood flows down my legs like a river
Now you feel the pain I'm done for today
Broken
ReplyDeleteYou dirty whore!
How can you cheat on me?
I feel no guilt
Therefore I
Wasn't in love
I put my heart and
Soul in our relationship
Don't believe me Lies
Why did you do this
To me You suck
you never
satisfied me
enough to stay
You're a dirty with you
Whore
I hate you I hate you
It's over
Where I'm from
ReplyDeleteI'm from legos and the n64
I'm from kick ball at school
I'm from rocking out to Ac/Dc
I'm from staying up late
I'm from Washington
How to
ReplyDeleteWho are you what are you
your no longer the same
you smoke all day
you get bad grades
I can't hang out with you
I'm banded form you
Why can't you go back
why can't you go back
go back to nicer times
when grades were good
not the smoke not the drugs
Extended metaphor
ReplyDeleteThe smell of death is near
splinters in your hand and
fire on your feet.
Drinking sour milk
in the cold and the fog
watching Vampire
Bats eating dead rats
Deep Red Blood hear
The fear is now coming near
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from a challenging childhood with obstacles
I was a kid who played with action figures, grew up with soccer but developed my love for football
Caleb Tuivonovono was my childhood friend and still is
Rap and Hip Hop was my go to music from 2pac to The game, growing up as a small kid turning into a big one
I grew up more and now I'm having fun
I bought laffy taffy to snickers and every other month I ended up with some new sneakers
I'm from Spongebob to Pokemon
I'm from Goosebumps to Magic tree house
All grown up and still learning
How To....
Look I've been your homie for life I'm tired of seeing you in a dark place I am the light
Your a brother to me I want you to be the best you can be, you had a whole future of success in front of you I know you can still break through
Drugs and problems polluting your free air you know i got your back, did you know your whole family cares
Smoking is not the way to go, you gotta focus on your grades and how you take care of yourself
These friends of yours aren't fun and funny
Step one to success is to drop the cigarette down to the ground
Step two is to get your grades up because that's the engine to your car of success your family doesn't want anything less
How to have success
Happiness
It smells like the new smell of clothes
It feels like jumping on your bed after working out
It tastes like the first bite of a hamburger
It looks like a big smile
It looks like a lion after it's done hunting
It's color is blue like the thirst of water.
Two Voice Poem
Why are you so nice?
Why are you so mean?
I treat people the way i want to be treated.
So what do you do if they talk behind your back?
I ignore it walk away.
Really? that's not me, I would just punch them in the face.
That ain't the right thing to do.
So? someone needs to do it.
You need to control yourself and watch your anger.
I can't help it that's who I am, That's what you and me are, ying and yang.
Narrative poem
ReplyDeleteI come from along line for good grades
but for me this is not true
all there is C's and D's
pain feels like a pinch to the arm
ReplyDeletethat tastes bitter like a lemon
The man bleeding on his arm
A bear in a bear trap
the red blood on white tile
TWO VOICE poem
ReplyDeletewhy are we fighting
why are we friends
I try to be nice to you
I talk behind your back
so why are we friends
so i have someone to make fun of to make me look cool
we are no longer friends
good I never was your friend I only liked to use you
Where I'm from...
ReplyDeleteI'm from playing Zelda and Pokemon in
my free time after Elementary school.
I'm from shooting basketball every weekend
on the MLT Heat.
I'm from listening to my favorite artists
and forgetting problems.
I'm from going to stores late at night
to get some licorice and swedish fish.
I'm from waking up, watching Keenan & Kel
and imagining how cool they are.
I'm from a country who has suffered
9/11 bombings.
I'm from a book on my desk, open,
Reading to kill a mocking bird.
I'm from taking things apart, toy car models
and preparing for my future career.
I'm from going to school, making it till i graduate
Trying my best for an education.
Feeling of Love
Garden full of Lillys
The instant Butterflies
Taste of Cherry Chapstick
Happiness on her face
Comfortable like a
Koala bear in sun
her brown eyes are shining
when she looks at my face
2 Voices
Dear Maddie Dear Malik
I love you I love you
as a bestfriend with all my heart
...
Awkward...
I can't contain these
Feelings anymore
i'm sorry i
can't do it,
you had your chance
give me another
No thanks, bye.
:(
Narrative
I remember how i was
in 6th grade, scared to go to
7th grade but than i went
to college place and met my
best friend maddie
It was on sunshine day at
school and i looked over at
maddie wearing cheetah print
leggings underneath black
basketball shorts i gave her
earlier she looked as
beautiful as the first
flor blooming in the spring
but than she met a
fire fighter named jacob
but she left malik for him
but she realized it was
a mistake and came back
even the shorts he gave
her missed him
:):):)
Where I’m From
ReplyDeleteI’m from plastic soldiers and action figures
I'm from toy gun wars in the backyard
I'm from John Denver streaming through the radio
I'm from Pop Rocks with Grandma
And I'm from Starburst’s with Grandpa
I'm from Mr. Rogers and Arthur
I'm from The Giving Tree
I'm from flying kites
I'm from The Ocean with my family
How to… Get Good Grades
ReplyDeleteSit up straight
Get your head off the desk
Pay attention in class
Don’t talk
Take good notes
Do you want to go to a good college?
Finish your homework
Get some sleep
Eat breakfast
Don’t be late to school
Do you want to play sports?
Get good grades
Love
ReplyDeleteThe sweet aroma of
Pomegranate candles.
The lightweight feeling of
Falling. The rich taste of
Chocolate. The embracing
Of two people. A Dove
Flying overhead. Red,
The color of the blood
That travels throughout my
Heart.
Football Soccer
ReplyDeleteFootball is better
It is more rewarding
Football is more fun Soccer is more fun
It takes more skill
It is more entertaining
Football is better! Soccer is better!
NO! NO!
Football Soccer
Erin Murphy Poems
ReplyDeleteWhere I’m From
I’m from Lincoln Logs and Transformers,
From mud and my dogs.
I’m from soccer games and softball,
And from basketball courts.
I’m from Backstreet Boys and Aaron Carter,
3 Musketeers with Grammy.
I’m from the beach and ice cream
And my hands that were clammy.
I’m from Power Rangers and SpongeBob,
Care Bears and Dragon Tales.
I’m from planes flying through buildings,
Not knowing how bad.
I’m from a divided family
And a 6th grade in hell.
Burying 2 loved ones,
Saying goodbye to them both.
I’m from holding my sister and telling her
“It’ll be okay”.
I’m from being a Daddy’s girl,
And arguing with my mom.
I’m from finding the wild things,
And a giving tree.
I’m from animals and doctors,
And just wanting to help.
I’m from people who love me,
And would give anything for me.
How To Be Quiet
Be quiet, sit down,
Don’t make a noise,
I’m not joking this time.
If I tell you be quiet
That’s what I mean.
Your grades are not perfect,
That’s not funny to me.
Go to your room,
I don’t want to see you.
Why can’t you just
Shut up and be like
Your sister?
Happiness
The smell of dogs, the
Warmth of sun on skin, cold
Fresh water, a beach sunset
With a ferry, a puppy
Playing, the blue of my
Grammy’s eyes
Two Voices
How could you tell?!
I confided in you.
I can take care of this by myself You can’t take care of this by yourself
You’re too young to be pregnant!
What were you thinking? What were you thinking?
I thought I could trust you with this I thought you were smarter than this!
Apparently not Apparently not
I'm from where Nintendo 64 was cool but now if you play it your just a fool.
ReplyDeleteI'm from playing baseball outside but that was cold, so now I play basketball as I grow old.
I'm from 50 cent that was good music but now I just lose it.
I'm from the lego candy it was always so handy.
I'm from Elmo oh hell no that was to long ago.
I'm from 9/11 nothing rhymes with that but it was still so tragic.
I'm from the giving tree, but now I ball with lee
The smell of kush
ReplyDeleteIt feels numbing
It taste like jack In the Box taco's with A LOT of ranch
It looks green with some orange
Koalas swinging from tree to tree. So much fun.
It can be purple.
Makes me think of food and sleep.
I used to play basketball everyday.
ReplyDeleteDrop 30 a game.
Breakin' ankles and wettin' 3's.
You know me.
I'm the best there can be.
You wish you were me.
I make them others flee.
When I be runnin' up and down the court.
But I never come up short.
Except when I'm on the bench.
Then my team rules.
The others leave the court.
I shot the ball it flew threw the air.
I knew my girl was there but I didn't know where.
The ball went swoosh, three points, that's game.
Pass da ball
ReplyDeleteNah dis iz my game
Naw pass that
You know we stay swaggin comin in the game like jordan and magic
boy thats tragic steady killin beats watch me eat these hoopers up like lunch meat
boi its hyper you know I will pipe her and snipe her
Strength is overcome by weekness
ReplyDeleteJoy is overcome by pain
The night is overcome by brightness
and love... it remains the same
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI am from Legos and Power Rangers on Sega.
I am from Playstation 1 and driving around on Crash Bandicoot.
I am from baseball games in MTYAA to soccer games on grass,turf,and dirt.
I am from playing basketball for my church team.
I am from getting candy at Rite Aid.
I am from buying tons of songs from the itunes store.
I am from sitting in front of the t.v. watching Dragonball Z.
I am from putting up with my older brother when he picks on me.
I am from reading Captain Underpants in my room.
I am from all these amazing events that have made my life.
Nice fresh warm human blood
ReplyDeleteWarm slimy wiggling worms
Salty wet beach water
A pool of blood in a dark alley
A white panther eating human flesh
The color red on a white tile
Be Quiet!
ReplyDeleteYou are too Loud!
Your just a hater,
Your just a teacher,
not a waiter,
so we will talk to you later
That was bad,
im gonna call your mom and dad
Ouch,
that makes me sad,
why cant you be more cool like brad?
Green like the grinch,
next class we are going to learn about the finch
This is a crime,
all you do is talk all the time!
Happy
ReplyDeleteThe smell of a flower in a garden
A comfy pillow that you are laying on
The taste of a fresh box of chocolates
Looks like a rainbow after a thunder storm
Like a little kitten that was just adopted
Like the bright colors that come off of a summer day
i am from magic tree house
ReplyDeletefrom get me to the league!
from the challenges of school
im from lemme pop a rock
to let me get this gold chocolate coins
i am from the 9 and the 11
from sesame street and zoom
from fundip and 50 cent
i am from get rich or die tryin
i am from afternoon bball
gi joes and 64s
from backstreet boys
dragon tales
and females
its bad its gross and sad
it tastes bad
its green sometimes
it makes u cough
it makes u throw up
why would u want it
this u never want
this is gross
the way to say no is by not being around it and making right choices
no thanks!
happiness forever
the toilet forever
rain all over
tastes for ever
look like the devil
animal dead slug
color black spider man 3 attack
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from Bratz dolls with attitude and baby dolls who'd cry.
I'm from softball in the spring, to playing house before dinner and kickball when the suns out.
I'm from when I say best friends forever I mean it, Abbie Lebrun has always been there for men, ever since 2nd grade.
I'm from rolkin' out to P!nk and singing to Brittney Spears.
I'm from scarfing down gummie bears and sucking on sour gummie worms.
I'm from watching Lizzie Saturday morings and falling asleep to Thats So Raven.
I'm from my dad readying The Giving tree to me before I fall asleep.
I'm from running under the table in kindergarten because the ground was shaking.
I'm from wanting to be a singer and making millions!
I'm from watching my Grandpa take his last breathe and listeining to my parents fight all night, I'm glad they divorced.
Where I'm From:
ReplyDeleteI am from the power rangers and pokemon,
from the fields for kickball to the courts of basketball.
I am from the sweetness of m&m's and skittles to the hardcore shows like dragonball z and kids next door.
I am from the tragedies of 9/11
from the raps 50 cent rhymed "in da club"
I am from the flippy pages of captain underpants.
from the dreams of being a doctor.
I am from the hard challenges of being small.
to even now im still not even that tall.
How To Poem: How To Make a Sandwich
Lay down the whitebread
add the turkey
lay down the cheese
throw down some lettuce
squirt some mayo
give it a little love
now you can store it in the fridge above.
Extended metaphor poem: Happy
Smells like fresh air when you walk out of your house.
feels like the last day of school when june rolls by
tastes like a home cooked meal that mother has been preparing.
looks like a summer day well spent
it looks like a bear caring for its a cub
it looks like the color of sky blue
that looks like the sky on a springday
it is the best feeling you can have.
Narrative Poem:
When i was small i did not eat much
like a hyper kid i did not sleep much
but now im big and i love to munch
and i hang out like the brady bunch
new car and new swag like the fresh start of high school.
always being andy and always alive away as he starts life.
wake up in the morning its a new start to a new day.
i look forward to are and holding that clay.
i dont want to stay because its friday.
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from Lego's and Thomas the Tank engine.
I'm from Wooden blocks and Mario on the Nintendo 64.
I'm from baseball and paydirt.
I'm from swimming and Life.
I'm from Chris Guardiano and classical music.
I'm from 80's and 70's songs.
I'm from starburst and skittles.
I'm from M&M's and Arthur.
I'm from Avatar the last Airbender and Spongebob.
I'm from the Fairly Odd Parents and Jay Jay the Jet plane.
I'm from Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune.
I'm from the Space Shuttle Columbia exploding and the Astronauts.
I'm from Nancy Drew and the Boxcar Children.
I'm from the Wind Singer and the giving tree.
I'm from my imagination going crazy and former President Bush.
I'm from Matchbox and Hot Wheels Cars.
I'm from the Magic School Bus and Cyberchase.
How to get to the ISS
Get up, don't talk.
To the space shuttle, no nice flight suits,
In your seats, no games
Must go beyond earth but in the shuttle
Countdown toward launch.
To what? Armageddon.
Or not.
With passion fear.
5,4,3,2,1.
A rattle, a boom
A flash, a squeel
10 positive g's
60,000 feet, end of time
docking with ISS, like a boat.
Anger
A star with burning wood and
gas. Charcoal
with fowl flames. An
ever expanding forest fire. Burnt
stake the spiciest spice. A
Neanderthal hunting food fighting
for survival. The
Giant Red Spot on
Jupiter.
The Trip The camp
Lets go Lets go
Across a lake
Up a mountain
Up a hill
Down a slope
To paradise
In a cave
On a canoe
In two hours
Hiking
In ten minutes
Why now Why now
Why then Why then
For the week
For one day
With friends
With dogs
Where now Where now
Where then Where then
Why ever Why ever
No
Yes
Lets move
Lets stop
Lets go on a Lets go on a
trip trip
Im from pokemon duels with
ReplyDeletemy little brother and the adventures
of making crative legos
im from sports like football
wrestling and baseball with
my best friend chris
im from the late nights
listening to 50 cent
im from the late summer
afternoons at the corner store
icking up some neon sour
gummi worms
im from the early mornings
before school wathing catdog and
pokemon almost missing the bus
im from airplanes trying to
crate a countries history
im form the nights befor
bed when mom read where
the wild things are and left the
smile on my face before
i fell asleep
im from dreaming of being a
pro football player and having
the bright lights shine down
on me while playing
im from the 15 times
going to the emergency room
Where i'm from:
ReplyDeleteI am from pokemon stadium after elemtary school
and nintendo 64
i am from wanting to be a super hero
something out of a movie
i am from every sport at recess
teather ball and soccer
from the buildings falling
on 9/11
devistated
those guys must have been dedicated
i am from captain underpants
and comic books
from candy all the time
How to:
How to drive stick
it might be hard at first
but it is definately not the worst
push the clutch
give the gas a little thrust
and with a little luck
a little trust
you will be able to drive my truck
its very fun to drive a stick
exspecially if you bring a chick.
Extended metaphor:
Candy in the air at the fair
feels like a warm blanket when you are sitting in a chair
tastes like warm pizza out of the box
looks like the summer sunset when you dont check the clocks
looks like a slimy sloth
climbing in a tree
looks like the light blue sky that reminds me..
of summer
Narrative Poem:
When i was 10 i was all about bikes
riding in the town and in the rain
falling.. i remember the pain
now it sits in the garage like an undefined book
now my bike has a whole different look
Being one with your parachute
being yourself is what shines always got swag never a fag
being Kort fresh car life is still far
being the engine never running out of gas Kamacho is always last. -Kort, Marco Hernandez, Andy, And jack
Nolan has our voices poem.
Karina Martinez
ReplyDeleteextended metaphor:
Hope
smells like fresh air
it feels like waking up in the morning after a long sleep
it tastes like seet fruit
it looks like birds flying
it looks like a butterfly flapping its wings
it looks white as clouds on a sunny day
Narrative poem:
when i was little i loved playing outside . i would never get tired. i would keep on going.
the grass was like a cushion ,and the water was wonderful. i liked to fall and fly, and play with the sky .
Grass is a soft kitten, they sleep all day, purring and purring.Sleeping wrapped up in my bed. Like a little baby in its crib wrapped in warm blankets fast asleep.
the sun gave me a glare swoosh my face felt like acid. - a group project
absent for where i'm from , how to,and poem in two voices .
where im from:
ReplyDeleteim from lego and airplane
im from playing basketball
im from not really listening to music
im from not eating candies
because my teeth is not good
im from sesame street and telytubis
im from 9 11
im from not reading books
im from going to the hospital a lot
from childhood
narrative poem:
i come from a long line of filipino people
they live in the islands where it is warm
the long line is really long
extended metaphor:
happiness
it smells like food
and feels good
it taste like candy
face that smiling
it looks like color green
and turtle eating
HOW TO...
ReplyDeleteHow to make a resipe for a nature snadwich
A nautre sandwich is easy to make
All you do is simply take
one slice of tree
one slice of lake
Some mountains
one bear
BY AnastasiaGoodman
one bird
one piece of freshair
a dash of ocean
that out to do it
and now comes the fun
of
ENJOYING IT
Two Voice Poem
ReplyDeleteRichard Boswell
The Demon And The Angel
D: I fight to see the world end in chaos and destruction.
A: I fight to see the world go on in peace and prosperity.
DA: Yet we both fight for the will of our masters.
D: You cloud the eyes with lies of a utopia that will never happen.
A: You corrupt the mind with violence and anger.
DA: Yet we both take control of a lower species that doesnt belong to us.
D: The reason I act in such a way...
A: Is because I am forced to obey...
D: To bow to his will and outstanding power...
A: Or suffer his wrath as a flaming hail shower...
DA: We are the servants but wish not to be, all that we want is to be free...
where im from.
ReplyDeleteI am from mortal combat toys and playing football on the little grass feild.
I am from playing kickball at lunch an capture the flag at night.
I am from listening to lil wayne an ice cube on a nice day.
I am from eating reeses when im good and getting spanked when i was bad.
I am from wakeing up at 9 in the morning and watching cartoon network.
I am from the city that made it to the superbowl and got cheated.
I am from holding a football the day i was born till the end.
I am from a father who was of and on then gone.
I am from barbies, basketball and nintendos
ReplyDeleteI am from watching and playing basketball, i remember playing duck duck goose and being safe every single time
I am from listening to 2-pac and understanding his words at a young age
I remember munching and crunching on a twix, hershey, crunch and baby bottle pops
I am from watching the Cosbey show with my family and basketball games. From tom & jerry chasing each other to sisters finding each other in sister sister
I am from being in class and hearing about the 9-11 and teachers & staff crying
from goodnnight moon, junie b jones and shel silverston poems
I am from always dreaming about being a basketball player
I remember my friends not liking the fact that i wasnt girly enough
I am from that memory i will never let go
I am from my childhood
HOW TO
ReplyDeleteNever giving up
Not letting people put you down
To keep pushing yourself
Reaching for your goal
Fighting with others you love
Facing struggles and beating them
When you get to your breaking point and survive
Proving the people who put you down
Making it to your destination is how to follow your dreams
Anastsia Goodman
ReplyDelete"Doc"
We got red ones
we got blue ones
we got sales on
tried and true ones
we give credit
we dont charge tax
we take plastic
we take the your fax
trust me baby
i ain't a cop
look for me
when the music stops
the free samples
i will supply
they're guaranted
to get you high
i'll give you one
it's your freebie
i'm quite sure you'll come to see me
catch you later
i'll be around
at the club scene
uptown and down
Song lyrics.
ReplyDeleteMy name is weezy
Im almost perfect
an i work hard harder then hard workin
buzzar circus thats were my bar surface
there for i act a clown
even when im layin on my back im never backing down
so over stand me
i got a condo in miami and
my door man is always sandy
an i run louisana but i never pulled a hammi
and i gotta condo in atlanta and always were a bandana.
Extended Metaphor
ReplyDeleteHappiness smells like fresh
Flowers & sweet candies
Happiness feels like warm
Bright sun shining on you
Happiness taste like hershey
Kisses. Happiness looks
Like winning a lottery
Happiness looks like a
New born puppy yawn-
Ing. Happiness looks like
Bright colors and makes
Me think of all the
Happy times in life
How to have swagg
ReplyDeleteGet up early,shower
then iron cloths,
make sure you match,
but not to much thats the key,
keep crispy jeans
and a fresh hoodie,
so much swagg, i brag
Anastasia Goodman
ReplyDeletewhere i'm from
I'm from a small town in Russia
I grew up loving soccer and basketball
i loved to listen to hip-hop music
hey Arnold and Arthur were my all time favorite shows
when watching T.V. i would be chewing on gummy-bears
When i grow up i always dreamed of becoming a pro soccer playere
im mad at the world
ReplyDeletePOEM IN TWO VOICES(SWAGG)
ReplyDeleteD-I got swagg cause i sag and i still aint popped the tag
S-You wish you had swagg and thats something you'll never have
K-Stop talking about swagg and go bbuy me a juicy bad!
D,S-Your wish is our command
K-Life is a beach i'm just playing in the sand
D-I'm a rockstar but i'm not in the band
S-You need help so imma give you a hand
Happyness
ReplyDeleteKfc on tuesday
when she kissed my hot lips
like tangerine lipgloss.
running in the flowers
a puppy with big eyes
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ReplyDeletei dont like people and yes im mad at the WORLD
ReplyDeleteSwagg (Poem in two voices):
ReplyDeleteDesmond: I got swagg cause i sag and i still aint popped the tag
Shukri: You wish you had swagg and that's something you'll never have
Kaleigh: Stop talking about swagg and go buy me a juicy bag!
Desmond/Shukri: Your wish is our comand
Kaleigh: Life is a beach i'm just playing in the sand
Desmond: I'm a rockstar, but i'm not in the band
Shukri: You need help so i'm a give you a hand
STILL I RISE
ReplyDeleteYou may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
when i get anger i
ReplyDeletecan't think straight and my
blood starts to boil, i feel
like fire, smoke coming
out of my head wishing it
would fly and catch the
cause of my anger. But
i know its just a
image that will fade when
i get angry like a
lion when capturing
his prey.But then again
its only a image
when i get angry.
Alone
ReplyDeleteLying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
-Maya Angelou
When i was a child i played with
ReplyDeleteBarbies, teady bears and imagined
i was a queen..
when i was i was a child i use to
come home and hear my mother dancing
and grooving to Etta james, Al green
blille holliday and my dad singing
the tunes of Nat king cole.
When i was a child i use to run to
the store and grab my favorite
fruit chews starburst and mambas
when i was a child i use to laugh
and giggle to sister , sister
and smart guy.
when i was a child my grandfather
passed. Back then all i could
think of is wishing i could
have said goodbye.
When i was a child my father use to
read where the wild things are and
chase me around like he was a
monster.
when i was a child i learned that
Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
when i was little i use to imagine i was a queen and some day i would rule the world and everybody would bow down to me.
ReplyDeleteI remember bossing my friends around and telling them what to do it makes me laugh now because i did not realize i had that much power , strength or should i say...selfishness
but as life goes on i realized that Those who do not hate their own selfishness and regard themselves as more important than the rest of the world are blind because the truth lies elsewhere.
Where I am from
ReplyDeleteI am from a world that was built with legos
I am from nintendo and lazyness
From bikes and skates and fun
I am from a worl where the tyrant Ganadorf ran free
I am from a world where jack Jhonson rained music on it
I am from a happy school where Darcy played
I am from the death of Darcy and the the happyness her memory brings
I am from to planes crashing into a the lego towers that gaaurded my child hood
Fear
When it strikes
you,you smell
decaying flesh you
taste rotten fruit
and feel the
sands of sanity
slipping through your
fingers you see
a raven sitting
on a casket
for a one
man funeral
narritive poem
I remember when Johan wouldnt stop talking in class so i smacked him
in respones he smacked me back *smack* and he aslo smacked me in the amr then tommy said the desk is the paper and i didnt know what that meant so yea but that did remind me that I didnt finish this poem
ALL of the ABOVE by AL3X BO3
Tommy Parrish
ReplyDeleteFebruary 20, 2011
Period 4
-Narrative Poem-
(Tommy)
I remember when I hit my friend in the back of the head with an aluminum bat
He curled up in pain and tried to refrain from yelling mean things back
(Alex)
He then stood up and once done shaking he charged like a mad bull and knocked me to the ground
(Johan)
And then I was like "ouch"
And then I layed there for a while
After a while I got up
and I was like "ouch" again
but then I was smileyface
because I got a guitar
-Poem in Two Voices-
(Alex and Tommy)
Electronics______________Electronics
are not acceptable______should be allowed
in a school environment__wherever I go.
____________________What includes
_______________A school environment?
Do you want to
go see the Dean?
Electronics________________Electronics
are disruptive
_________________________No, they help
No, they don't
______________________I was using a calculator!
No, you weren't
________________________Yes I was!
Go to the Dean_____________________No
-Where I'm From-
I'm from legos and pretend battles with sticks
from video games and 8-bit music
I'm from the mountain, and hiding away
small adventures, and playing next-door in the driveway
I'm from Reese's, Coca-cola, and other such things
I'm from Spongebob - hypnotized
from Redwall - mesmerized
I'm from New York, and from innocence
I'm from impossible dreams, but plausible goals
I'm from a 7-foot retaining wall
and the hearing loss born of a fall
-Love-
It is rough sandpaper
It tastes of wine
It smells putrid
It looks unsightly
But it sounds alluring
Just so you know what is here is slightly different from whats in my notebook, I edited it and added a little here and there. Please remember that you said it would be okay if I did just these three plus an extra poem that I wrote because I was absent for that week. Thank you and hope that you enjoy.
ReplyDeleteWhere I'm From
I'm from Lincoln Logs and Legos
Barbie Dolls and Tea Parties
I'm from kickballs to the face
Playing hide and seek in the dark
I'm from the girl Aslhey down the street
And our imaginary friend Steve
I'm from Abba the dancing queen
Shaggy and Outkast
I'm froim Milky Ways and Rolos
What-Cha-Ma-Call-Its and Reeses
I'm from Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy
The Rugrats and Scooby Doo
I'm from 9/11
The two towers falling down
I'm from fantasy lands and fairy tales
Nursery rhymes and poems
I'm from cooking food and writing books
Painting pictures and saving animals
I'm from a blind eye and speak therapy
Being sick and surgeries
I'm from where I've been and who I was
Where I'll go and who I'll be
How to Burn Dinner
Let's make a pizza from dinner
Put it in the oven and wait
Now the dogs needs and walk,
go take him outside
The living room needs vaccuming
You spilled soda on yourself,
go take and shower and change
Clean your room and finish your homework
Pull the weeds and mow the lawn
We're out of milk,
go to the store and buy some
Pick your sister up from her friends
I lost my wallet,
please go find it
Fold the laundry and put it away
I'm hungry,
is dinner ready?
You burnt it?
Wow that's dumb
Happiness
Steam from a cup of tea.
The smooth softness of a
kitten's back. Fresh picked berries.
Running through a meadow.
A puppy playing fetch.
Gentle breeze through my hair.
First snow of the winter.
Bright blue skies of summer.
My extra poem!!!
This is the orginal version of the poem I wrote I've finalized it already if you would like to read that one some other time.
The Lights Go Out
The lights go out
The world is shut off
All advances in technology stops
Put on hold for a later date
Now is Nature's time
Finally she can take back
What was always hers
Have you ever wandered into the night?
No?
Let her tempt you
Into seeing the beauty
The glowing moon is brighter now
The distant stars
Sparkle
The gentle rustling of the leaves
The brush of wind across your cheek
Close your eyes
Reach out for a hand
Feel the warmth
As though it was never there before
Their pulse quickens
They feel it too
Do you hear what the world whispers?
Softly and silently
She speaks to you and me
"Let me be wild
Let me be free
Let me be beauty
That all can see
Let me grow
Let me spread
Let me find peace
Or else I'll be dead
You may need me
But I don't need you
Once I'm gone
You will be too
So stay by my side
Take what I give
Return to me
And in peace we'll live."
Now the world goes silent
And your heart stills
Waiting for the words
That will never come again
The lights go on
The world wakes up
I'm so sorry that last post was from me. Jordan Hall in your 4th period class. I forgot to put my name somewhere in there. The link is to my blogspot if you wanna read some more of my poetry. I could really use a critic for some of them to help me improve them. Hope you like my work.
ReplyDeleteWhere I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from barbies and belly-bump
with my sister
I'm from legos and toy animals
who lived on the bubbles of my bathtub
I'm from hide and go seek with my best
friend Maddie, sharing gummy worms
and playing fear factor in the yard
I'm from jokes on a Popsicle stick and
babybottlepops
I'm from Lizzie McGuire everyday
after school
How to Forget Him
Don't pick up his calls
Don't reply tot the texts
Delete all the pictures
The memories aren't worth
the tears
He doesn't deserve you
He doesn't deserve your sorrow
He's seeing the other girl tomorrow
How can you love someone who
kisses other lips, who double dips
Go out with your girls
They miss you more than you think
Let him be the weakest link
Soon you will forget
And meet someone new
He will be the perfect guy
Turning your gray skies to blue
Love
The subtle scent of perfume
The feeling of two bodies embracing
The taste of mint exchanging
Two hearts dancing in a fog of lust
Two doves together resting on the balcony
with a dark red blanket lying
over the guardrail; love
Narrative Poem
When I was small I played barbies all day
Jen wanted to play too but her barbies weren't cool
Ken and Barbie partied together all the time
Then Kelly came along and the party came to an end
Six in the morning I'm waking and eating bacon
I burn my plastic dolls in the basement
Don't know my placement
So I am sitting with myself
Eating chips and ice cream and getting fat
I saw a baseball bat
So I got up to finally do something but
I was heart broke as a young folk
I love riding his bus
I barely cuss
Drugs Kill Friendships
ReplyDeleteYou said you'd
never tell
its not my fault
yes it is, you're
the one who told
she made me
you know I'd never
do that to you
its your fault for
doing it
still i trusted you
not to tell anyone
best friends don't best friends don't
tell break promises
well i guess we
aren't best friends well i guess we aren't B.F.s
bye
bye
How to
ReplyDeleteyou come up to me ask me if i smoke
i think hard and fast
what would my dad say?
does this help me at all?
will this effect my grades?
what will my freinds think?
the answer is no no no
i will never smoke it does no good
just say no
Anger
ReplyDeleteHot and spicy food burning
you tounge and mouth.
punching a whole int the
wall in my room.
spicy like a habenero.
looks like a big house
buring down to the ground.
the image of a wolf with
its razor sharp teeth ready
to peirce your skin.
colors like red and orange
like the colors of a fire at midnight.
Narative Poem
ReplyDeletei come from a crazy italian family
from grandmothers that break wooden spoons on you head
from a dad that is fat and yells about everything
from being on the mat
to my name being matt
from droppin' heads on the ground
to standing and throwing heat on the mound
i was down to go far
but instead i just ate cookies out the jar
this got me full
then i fleed for some more food
umm that was good
i rolled up in the hood with my biddies
the bass stopin on the street
i look over and the gun goes POP!
then he fell off his feet
Narrative Poem
ReplyDeleteI Remember how I used to watch T.V. every Saturday
when i was 5
I watched Loony Tunes
I watched power rangers and sesame street
Always watchin Grouch give the heat
How To
ReplyDeleteKids
Today we will learn some lessons in life on how to read and write no joke
We'll have fun, laugh, play and read about country folk
But when the day is done you wont have as much fun until the next day when you come back to play
When you return we will begin to write and your world will begin to light
up with all the possibilities of things to describe in the world at only 5
Where I'm from
ReplyDeleteI'm from Nintendo 64 Mario, Bowser fights
I'm from hot wheels and building cities with Legos
I'm from long rainy, muddy games of baseball to the long hot days in the summertime playing basketball from the days of playing soccer and the turf getting in your shoes
I'm from watching loony tunes every Saturday morning at 7:00 Am
I'm from the scary and lifethreatening days of 9/11
I'm from the days of spending countless hours reading Eragon for a school assignment to playing with hot wheels because i wanted to be a racecar driver when i grew up
I'm from going to a tough time seeing to going to vision therapy and overcoming bad vision and glasses
Extended Metaphor (Happiness)
ReplyDeleteGetting on the basketball court and smelling the wax on the floor and the great feeling of releasing the ball and watching it swoosh as you hold up your follow through tastes like success
Seeing results in something you worked very hard in
looking like a hungry lion eating its fresh kill all alone with the gleaming white smile of laughter
Extended Metaphor (Happiness)
ReplyDeleteFlowers in the garden
Warm sunshine against me
yummy sweet chocolate
winning a lottery
ugly duckling turning
to a beautiful swan
which makes me think of all
the happy memories
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from barbies dolls and pretend games in the doll house
I'm from hide and seek, hiding under the bed for hours
I'm from kids bop and was always obsessed with Britney Spears
I'm from tootsie rolls and all the original candy
I'm from Rugrats and the famous Lizzie Mcguire shows
I'm from the tradgic always remembered day of 9-11
I'm from the land of princesses and fairy tales
Thats where i come from.
How To Poem
ReplyDeleteI'll teach you how to swim, but first you have to jump in
Second don't forget to breathe when you're underneath those seas
Then move your hands and feet or you may loose your beat
It's not as hard as it seems just do as i say and you'll be okay!
Where I'm From
ReplyDeleteI'm from legos in my room and basketball games at the Y
I'm from lining up my plastic army men and imagining my toy animals are alive
I'm from Woodway Elementary carelessly having fun with Jason Park
I'm from blasting my earphones to the Killers
I'm from eating Reeses and Crunch when my mom wasn't looking
I'm from staying up at night to watch Fresh Prince
I'm from the terrified America when 9/11 struck
I'm from staying in the same position for hours to read Gregor the Overlander from book to book
I'm from watching the discovery channel anytime planet blue was on, dreaming of becoming a marine biologist
I'm from a family being the youngest, not knowing why everyone was fighting, scared and confused in my room
I'm from Edmonds, Washington, born and raised
How To...
Get off the floor
Run to the baseline
Pick it up
On my whistle
Watch Ray Allen
Start from legs and up
Follow through on your shot
That was too short
Left, right, between the legs
Hits your leg, rolls of, go get it
It's muscle memory, now do it over and over
Hit the weights
Add every week
Push yourself
While your resting someone else is working at it
Extended Metaphor
Scent of uncooked chicken
Stomach aches and numbness
Dry and sour in mouth
Person in dark corner
Turtle hiding in shell
Dark gray clouds hovering
Narrative Poem
I remember when I was in elementary school
Edmonds Woodway Elemetary was where I spent my days
Jokes in class, recess outside
Going as fast as I could on tire swings
Always having enough sleep
Things were simple back then
Life in elementary school was like a bundle of joy
never had a worry
Playing soccer with all the other kids
It happened in such a hurry
Getting timeouts for something I did wrong
My many memories moving by
I was so young, thinking pigs could fly
I used my imagination so much then
My basketball was my best friend
We would play in the hot sun or wet playground
Watching NBA thinking someday I'll get there
We kids could dream for days
I remember how nice my bed was to me
Now all I hear now is Ehh! Ehh!
My alarm clock forcing me out of bed
Getting ready for high school
Earlier time and longer hours
Maybe we should have enjoyed being young
Poem in Two voices
S: Lebron is better
J: Kobe is better
S & J: No you're wrong!
J: Kobe's way better
S: Who's been MVO for the last two years
J: Who has the rings
S: Rings don't matter
S & J: He's overrated
S & J: You don't know what you're talking about
J: Who left Cleveland?
S: He brought them to the playoffs and was wasting his time....
How to Forget
ReplyDeleteAll you want to do is sit around and mope,
when you should be standing tall and being happy.
When I need to forget is when I want to hold on forever.
What you do first is hang out with friends as much as you can.
when you feel blue, think of something to do.
Don't try at look at the good stuff in the beginning, because it's the end.
Now it's not the same anymore.
Burn your past, and look forward.
There's always someone else,
don't get stuvk with someone not worth your time.
Be mature about it.
Now the last thing and the most important thing is you just wait and...
thats how you forget.
Love
ReplyDeleteA box of valentines chocolates on February 14th.
The warming of you heart and butterfly's in your stomach.
Fresh out of the oven cookies and melting in your mouth.
A person that is your best friend, your lover and someone you always want to be around.
A swan in the middle of spring floating in the water.
Pink and red hearts fluttering everywhere.
How to..
ReplyDeleteDont talk with food
in your mouth.Take
your elbows off the
table. "I want to go out"
with who and where?
If you lie you know
I'll find out. Your
16 now, we dont
need you to turn
out like your sisters.
Running away, arrested,
rehab.Pull yourself
together and prove yourself
wrong,your not like them.
No mistakes means no regrets.
Your father and I dont
want another grandchild.
Your going to mess up
your life like them.
Now sit up straight,
dont interupt me,
go do something productive.
Dont just sit there and let
this happen to you. There
expecting you to turnout
like them.A trainwreck.
Where I'm From
Im from Hotwheels and barbies
Im from fighting with my
bestfriend on who got to be
Aaron Carter's girlfriend.
From the brick house where
all the soccer parties were.
Im from chocolate covered
gummy bears and poprocks.
Im from staying up past
my bedtime watching re-runs
of Buffy the Vampire slayer.
From picking to read Junie B.Jones
books just cause they were
the shortest. Im from the day
the Twin Towers colided and the
lives were lost. Im from Powerpuff
girls and SpongeBob EVERYTHING.
Im from reading Heartbeat over
and over again because I
like the way the words flowed.
Im the girl who dreamed of
being a racecar driver who's
Dad told her to leave it to
the boys. Im from the family
on the outside seemed ordinary
but on the inside was the
definition of the broken
family. Im the girl that watched
her sister sneak out the bedroom
window not knowing that she'd
never come back.Im from the family
who acted like they had everything
but really, there whole world was
crumbling.
Extended Metaphor- Hapiness
The feeling of going on
a summer vacation.The
smell of fresh cotton
candy at the fair. The
adrenaline rush just
like at an amusement park.
A dog chacing its ball
through the yard. Yellow,
like the sun in the dead
middle of summer.
Adelisa Husovic
ReplyDeleteWhere im from-
Im from barbies and gameboy colors.
im from volleyball and soccer.
Pop was what i listened to, Britney Spears.
I would down bags of reeses cups.
Arthur and Zoom were on my tv.
Obama, the first African American president was epic.
Green eggs and ham was repeatedly read.
Being a teacher when i was older sounded cool!
Toughest thing to happy, parents divorcing.
How to-Stay positive
You gotta keep your head up
even if your fed up.
Dont ever get stressed
because you are the best.
Through the thick and the thin
the ups and the downs
you keep a smile on your face
Never a frown.
And the girls youve been through
all the shit that you've seen
there wont ever be a problem
to hard or too mean.
Extended metaphore-Depression
Rain pouring down onto
the earth. Goosebumps creeping
up cold skin. Sour and
salty tears falling down
top layer of cheek. Drowning
in deep ocean of tears.
Turancula crawling
through rainforest of black.
Darkness.
Poetry Research-Like the touch of rain by edward thomas.
Like the touch of rain she was
on a mans flesh hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
has taken him by surprise;
When the love of the storm burns
he sings, he laughs, well i know how,
but forget when he returns
as shall not forget her "go now"
Those two words shut a door
between me and the blessed rain
that was never shut before
and will not open again.
Narrative poem-Wearable
I remember how tight you were
how you wrapped around my legs
your holes were so small
Opening and closing you, zip zip
when you were inside you were wet drip drip
so easy to turn you on so hard to turn you off
when i pull you out your so dry and soft
when i use you to much you dont fit
so i throw you back in, click click
mom comes in screaming what are you doing
your jeans are done drying
who are you fooling
Poem in two voices-
Stop it! ~ you never loved me its over
no its not your a part of me
you hold my hearth ~you hold my heart
youve said that to every
other girl
no i havent! ~ i dont want to hear it anymore
theres the door leave
even when i leave i'll
still think of you, and
everything you put me
through ~ get out!
no ~get out!
Where I’m from…
ReplyDeleteI’m from soccer balls and video games, from coloring my nights away. I’m from tag and hide and seek from lava monster to soccer games, I’m from Britney spears and the backstreet boys to panic at the disco and ne-yo of course, I’m from sour patch kids to skittles and Hershey’s chocolate, I’m from that’s so raven and hey Arnold from SpongeBob to pimp my car, I’m from the first black president to nine eleven to the earthquake in 2001, I’m from the boxcar children to the rainbow fish from Goosebumps and the scary pages, I’m from dreams of getting paid for my game from moving all over the place
Depression
Unwashed clothes and dirty body in a dark cave filled with bats, knives stabbing you at every turn, the taste of something raw, lions feeding on me like I’m a tasty zebra, like black ink spreading all over my skin
Narrative Poem
I come from a long line of beans and corn, I’m related to the pinto bean and the corn tortilla, my mom is a red bean and my dad is a black bean, my brother is a brown bean and he has a lot of black eyed peas
The black bean was like dark coffee from starbucks, the red bean was like a rose color, the brown bean is like a tree trunk
Beans are a magical fruit, beans are a different sort, and beans are good for you, beans laughing at each other
BANG!
Why Must You Be Unfaithful
Men!
You shouldn’t listen to your selfish heart
It doesn’t really have a brain
Besides keeping you alive
Its existence is in vain
“How could I be so mean?
And say your heart has no place”
Because mortal men fall in love again
As fast as they change their face
I may be cruel, but think awhile about
The hearts that you have broken
Match that with the empty vows
And broken promises you’ve spoken
I am not saying females are perfect
Because men we know it’s not true
But why must you be unfaithful
If her heart is true to you!!!