An Acrostic Poem Anthony, Awesome Name, Awesome Guy By Anthony Lo Coco
A Awesome and athletic! N Nicolete is annoying!! T Tricky and ticklish!!! H Hates homework!!!! O Only wears black!!!!! N Needs football!!!!!! Y Yay- mint chocolate chip ice cream!!!!!!!
Mentor Text: “I Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers Love That Grandpa By Anthony Lo Coco
Love that grandpa, Like I love mint chocolate chip ice-cream I said I love that grandpa Like I love mint chocolate chip ice-cream Love to call him in the morning Love to call him “Hey there, Polka-Dot Grandpa!”
Hate that Sister By Anthony Lo Coco
Hate that sister, Like dogs hate cats I said I hate that sister Like dogs hate cats Hate to have her watch me when my friends are at my house Hate to have her in charge of everything “Hey sis, you’re lucky I’m your brother!”
A Triolet Mentor Text: “The Cow’s Complaint” by Alice Schertle
Dog with a Smirk By Anthony Lo Coco My dog ate my homework I don’t know what to do! He is a jerk and likes to smirk My dog ate my homework He’s making me go berserk! He ate my shoe too My dog ate my homework I don’t know what to do!
I am from horse rides and country sides I am from Navy Pier to Ford City I am from guitar strings to drum sticks I am from iPods to skateboards, laptops too
I am from lazy days to sleepy days and watching TV I am from grandmas to sisters and my little dog Maxie I am from candy to s’mores I am from listening to music to singing and dancing I am from glasses to contacts I am Janna Myers and I am what I am
Granddaddy I was crying tears in my room on the floor My heart was beating so fast it was like turning rope I was so lazy to do work I stayed home and cried to sleep woke back up and start crying again.
My grandma was feeling very inner turmoil he was a good man her whole life turned around She didn’t talk until his funereal
He never turn down family no matter happen He was right they’re when my little brother leg was broke He was there
Auntie Sally She was my best auntie She always use to talk to me All the time When ever I need to talk to her She another person that was always there For my great uncle She loved going out to parties She was a skinny loving person Who loves kids She was a very crazy loving auntie
I love my heart because it is red. I like that I get to keep everyone I love inside of it. It hurts when I laugh too hard. I hear it pump very fast when I am scared. It holds your blood. I love my heart because it understands me when I am sad. My heart is protected by my ribs. I love to hear when my heart is happy.
Mentor Text: The Best Kind of Love by Slayton Goodman
What love is to you By Kyriel King Love is like tastes of pizza that you like Love is sick of anger and getting over it Love is like kiss when love someone they give you kisses Love is not playing because when someone love you you don’t want them to play with your love
Ty and Tim Tied a thin string To a dark door They opened the dark door To see the golden stone And a tall, thin man. He was in a big, black jacket. He turned around With his big body He looked at us He was creepy Then he shook our hard hands And said, “It’s ok, I have tons of treasures To share with you.”
“Christian’s Instructions to the Artist” by Christian M. (based on the poem “Instructions to the Artist” by Billy Collins)
I wish my head to appear like a triangle, and since the canvas should be of big dimensions. please trace the triangle with a windowpane.
My face should be painted with a dark sense of detail; pretend you are executing a big pyramid.
The result should be a happy expression.
The body is not great matter; just draw some thick lines with a red pencil.
The background I leave up to you but if there are to be big lines, lots of paint should be mandatory.
Some final recommendations: I should like to appear as a big boy. Kindly limit your palette to fire alarm red. Sign the painting on my foot so your name will always be my shoe.
I am from floor and skates, From Martin Luther King skating rink. I’m from playing sports From basketball and football From Darrin and Bryan I am from carnivals, restaurants, and Odessey fun world From “be a leader and not a follower” And “you want to be with the do’s, not the don’t’s” I’m from a lovely family From a clean, nice house Huge trees and good friends. From chicken and macaroni From brownies and cupcakes I’m from a Christmas morning Seven years ago With Darrin and Kimyra Mom and Dad Opening gifts, Taking pictures, And hanging out. Together.
The Circle of Life and its Extinction By Janna (Grade 5) Mentor Text: Joyful Voices
Note: This is a two voices poem. Janna's words are supposed to be on the left and mine on the right, responding to each other. I cannot format it correctly on here, so I just had to do it in lines going down.
Both: Life.
Janna: You can never plan your future.
Becky: You never know what’s going to happen next.
J: I’m black and I’m white.
B: What are you?
J: I’m a panda. I’m almost extinct. I live in China in a green forest.
B: Why are you almost extinct?
J: Because of poachers, hunters, and zoos trying to kill me.
B: What do you eat?
J: I eat bamboo from tall trees and I climb trees too.
B: How do you move?
J: I move on all fours at a pretty good rate.
B: What is your personality?
J: Peaceful, quiet, humble, and calm.
B: You’re a black and white panda. You are almost extinct because of poachers and hunters trying to kill you. You eat bamboo from tall trees. You climb them too. You move on all fours at a pretty good pace. You’re peaceful, quiet, humble, and calm.
How do you feel about becoming extinct? About poachers selling your fur for money? About being separated from your family?
J: Bad, bad, bad, and worse. Seriously I’m almost gone completely. I’m telling you this because soon I’ll be gone too.
B: Aren’t you going to ask me about my life story too?
J: Sure.
B: I’m a sandy lion and I have a fiery red man.
J: How do you walk?
B: I walk on all fours just like you.
J: Do you have sharp teeth?
B: Of course.
J: What is your personality?
B: King of the Jungle. A BIG eater!
J: What about your culture?
B: My background is majestic. I have my own kingdom. I have several colors of fur. I even have my own white lion.
J: Do you sharpen your nails?
B: All the time, to hunt my prey.
J: Where do you live?
B: The African jungle.
J: How fast do you run?
B: I run 35 miles per hour.
J: What kind of animals do you eat?
B: I eat deer, zebras, pandas, even though we don’t live in the same place. Hey, eat what you find. Why did you just walk backwards?
Who really loves fire fighters Who snores louder than my littlie sister screams! Who is always funny Who is sometimes mad Who eats donuts and milk Who is very sweet Who gives me a high five and says, “Good job!” Who always loves me
I can’t help it either way By: Makahla Mentor Text-Dreamer By: Langston Hughes
I take my dreams And make them into a wonderful and beautiful thing, And a pretty butterfly so colorful I start to go blind, In a snowy, windy wonderland too white and flawless I cannot believe my eyes, And a big beautiful mountain right next to her side, And I ask you: Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say I am weird And sometimes you say I am ordinary. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Whichever way, I can’t help it. I still continue to dream.
Bacon! Bacon! Bacon! I love bacon! That’s all I want to eat. Crunch, crunch, crunch! I eat it on bread. I put it on my burgers. Bacon in my mouth, Bacon at a party, Bacon in my ice cream, And bacon in a bowl. Bacon topped with tomatoes! Yum! Yum! Yum! Bacon with my sausage biscuit, Oh and I really love bacon on my chicken! Bacon dipped in vanilla ice cream, Bacon rolled in balls, Bacon on my bagels, Bacon on my chalkboard. Bacon in my belly! More bacon, more bacon, Even though- I have a tummy ache.
I am from the computer, From books and pictures. I am from the fancy white house, The tranquility. I am from the white velvet roses, The rose bush, Whose spikey thorns I remember, As if they were my own. I’m from vacations and perfection, From True and Princeton. I’m from bad attitude and mindless, And from stylish. I’m colorful and graceful, And Rain, Rain Go Away. I’m from eating ducks. I’m from an island and doodles, Crab legs and lobster. From the doodles in my fancy notebook, Which are colorful and greasy. Flashback from when it was my 1st birthday. In the computer, Hiding in the search engine.
Written By: Abria Barker-6th Grade Inspired By: I Am From-Rachel Pomykala
How cruel can mankind be? They can be so cruel that they tied ropes around little kids and treated them like slaves. They can be so cruel that they separate families. They can be so cruel that they put people into Ghettos. They can be so cruel that they trick people into showering in hydrochloric acid. They can be so cruel that they make people starve. They can be so cruel that they kill people in common graves. Mankind can be VERY cruel, if they choose to.
If I were a book I would look at my tall reader I would see their wide eyes moving I would feel happy when they picked me up I would feel the reader tickling me when they flipped my pages I would hear them reading my long words I would smell their smelly breath
Frida Kahlo’s heart holds her imaginary friend, her love, painting. Her eyes are like raindrops pouring down canvases as she paints herself crying instead of crying herself. Her leg is as broken as a piece of glass slammed against the wall into a million pieces. It cannot be fixed and she will with walk with a cane forever. Her torso is a spike, stabbing, and aching, badly hurting her. Her mouth is as quiet like as a library not because she is told to “shh” but because she doesn’t have anyone to talk to. She is lonely. She lives in a painting of herself, full of the things she sees and examines, but mostly of her feelings that she does not want to feel.
If I were a ball I would bounce like kung-fu If you were a hoop I would bounce into you
If I were a ball I would be thrown at you If you were a bat You would hit me until I moo
If I were a bottle I would hold you, you’ll see If you were the water You would swoosh in me
If I was a chocolate bar I would be tasty to bite If you were my wrapper You would hold me tight
If I were a ham sandwich I would taste good forever If you were the cheese We would taste so good together
If I were a pencil I would write If you were an eraser You would erase until the paper is white
If I were a planet I would be around you If you were a star You would be with me in the blue
If I were a finger I would bend, point, and itch If you were an itch I would scratch you in a pinch
If I were a cat I would lick my paws all day If you were a dog I would swat you away
If I were a bullet I would be bitter when the trigger is pulled If you were a shell We would shoot out together Until you fall off Then I’ll loose you forever.
Acrostic Poem
ReplyDelete“Christian”
by Christian M., Grade 3
Creative
Helpful
Runs in the park
Into superheroes
Storyteller
Terrific
Imaginative
A big brother
Nice
“If the World Was Crazy What Would Christian Eat?”
(based on the poem by Shel Silverstein)
If the world was crazy, you know what I’d eat?
A big slice of ice and a whole ocean of meat,
A lemonade hot dog, and then I might try
Some roasted popsicle or a house pie,
A nice book salad, an apple pie roast,
An omelet of milk and some crisp box toast,
A thick malted milk made from ice skates and book bags,
And that’s what I’d eat if the world was crazy.
"My Brother is Really Kind"
ReplyDeleteBy Alessandro S., Grade 2
(Based on the poem, My Brother's Really stingy by Jack Prelutsky)
"My Brother is Really Kind"
My Brother is Really Kind.
He shares with me sometime.
He lets me play with him, but sometimes I watch.
My brother is really kind.
An Acrostic Poem
ReplyDeleteAnthony, Awesome Name, Awesome Guy
By Anthony Lo Coco
A Awesome and athletic!
N Nicolete is annoying!!
T Tricky and ticklish!!!
H Hates homework!!!!
O Only wears black!!!!!
N Needs football!!!!!!
Y Yay- mint chocolate chip ice cream!!!!!!!
Mentor Text: “I Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers
ReplyDeleteLove That Grandpa
By Anthony Lo Coco
Love that grandpa,
Like I love mint chocolate chip ice-cream
I said I love that grandpa
Like I love mint chocolate chip ice-cream
Love to call him in the morning
Love to call him
“Hey there, Polka-Dot Grandpa!”
Hate that Sister
By Anthony Lo Coco
Hate that sister,
Like dogs hate cats
I said I hate that sister
Like dogs hate cats
Hate to have her watch me when my friends are at my house
Hate to have her in charge of everything
“Hey sis, you’re lucky I’m your brother!”
A Triolet
ReplyDeleteMentor Text: “The Cow’s Complaint” by Alice Schertle
Dog with a Smirk
By Anthony Lo Coco
My dog ate my homework
I don’t know what to do!
He is a jerk and likes to smirk
My dog ate my homework
He’s making me go berserk!
He ate my shoe too
My dog ate my homework
I don’t know what to do!
Janna (Grade 5)
ReplyDeleteI Am What I Am
I am from horse rides and country sides
I am from Navy Pier to Ford City
I am from guitar strings to drum sticks
I am from iPods to skateboards, laptops too
I am from lazy days to sleepy days and watching TV
I am from grandmas to sisters and my little dog Maxie
I am from candy to s’mores
I am from listening to music to singing and dancing
I am from glasses to contacts
I am Janna Myers and I am what I am
The Alley-oop
ReplyDeleteBy Kiet
Bright red jersey,
Slam dunk.
Foul,
Free throw,
Jump for rebound.
Run,
Dribble,
Dribble,
Pass,
Shoot,
Dunk.
Let’s go Bulls!
Untitled poem on loss by Airriona Jones, age 13:
ReplyDeleteGranddaddy
I was crying tears in my room on the floor
My heart was beating so fast it was like turning rope
I was so lazy to do work I stayed home and cried to sleep woke back up and start crying again.
My grandma was feeling very inner turmoil
he was a good man
her whole life turned around
She didn’t talk until his funereal
He never turn down family no matter happen
He was right they’re when my little brother leg was broke
He was there
Auntie Sally
She was my best auntie
She always use to talk to me
All the time
When ever I need to talk to her
She another person that was always there
For my great uncle
She loved going out to parties
She was a skinny loving person
Who loves kids
She was a very crazy loving auntie
Mentor Text:
ReplyDeleteThe Best part of me by Wendy Ewald
Kayla, grade 3
My Heart
I love my heart because it is red. I like that I get to keep everyone I love inside of it. It hurts when I laugh too hard. I hear it pump very fast when I am scared. It holds your blood. I love my heart because it understands me when I am sad. My heart is protected by my ribs. I love to hear when my heart is happy.
Mentor Text:
ReplyDeleteThe Best Kind of Love by Slayton Goodman
What love is to you
By Kyriel King
Love is like tastes of pizza that you like
Love is sick of anger and getting over it
Love is like kiss when love someone they give you kisses
Love is not playing because when someone love you you don’t want them to play with your love
Mentor Text:
ReplyDelete"If I..." by Bill Dodds
If I Could Do Something…
By Jake
If I met Megan Fox,
I would say, “WOW!”
I would go inside her mansion,
Then we would go out to chow.
If I was a movie star,
I would go to Hollywood.
I would want to see a lot of movie stars.
My nickname for Hollywood is Lollywood.
If I was a chalkboard,
I would go to a town in Italy,
And feel people writing Italian words on me.
I hope that people won’t forget to clean me.
If I was God,
I would see all-
Including Patrick Kane #88.
That’s because I’m so tall.
That’s what I would do…
If I met Megan Fox,
Or if I was a movie star,
Or if I was a chalkboard,
Or if I was God.
John P. 2nd Grade
ReplyDeleteAlliteration Poetry
Tim and Ty Meet the Treasure Man
Ty and Tim
Tied a thin string
To a dark door
They opened the dark door
To see the golden stone
And a tall, thin man.
He was in a big, black jacket.
He turned around
With his big body
He looked at us
He was creepy
Then he shook our hard hands
And said, “It’s ok, I have tons of treasures
To share with you.”
“Christian’s Instructions to the Artist”
ReplyDeleteby Christian M.
(based on the poem “Instructions to the Artist” by Billy Collins)
I wish my head to appear like a triangle,
and since the canvas should be of big dimensions.
please trace the triangle with a windowpane.
My face should be painted with
a dark sense of detail;
pretend you are executing a big pyramid.
The result should be a happy expression.
The body is not great matter;
just draw some thick lines
with a red pencil.
The background I leave up to you
but if there are to be big lines,
lots of paint should be mandatory.
Some final recommendations:
I should like to appear as a big boy.
Kindly limit your palette to fire alarm red.
Sign the painting on my foot
so your name will always be my shoe.
WHERE I'M FROM
ReplyDeleteby Christin L.
I am from floor and skates,
From Martin Luther King skating rink.
I’m from playing sports
From basketball and football
From Darrin and Bryan
I am from carnivals, restaurants, and Odessey fun world
From “be a leader and not a follower”
And “you want to be with the do’s, not the don’t’s”
I’m from a lovely family
From a clean, nice house
Huge trees and good friends.
From chicken and macaroni
From brownies and cupcakes
I’m from a Christmas morning
Seven years ago
With Darrin and Kimyra
Mom and Dad
Opening gifts,
Taking pictures,
And hanging out.
Together.
The Circle of Life and its Extinction
ReplyDeleteBy Janna (Grade 5)
Mentor Text: Joyful Voices
Note: This is a two voices poem. Janna's words are supposed to be on the left and mine on the right, responding to each other. I cannot format it correctly on here, so I just had to do it in lines going down.
Both: Life.
Janna: You can never plan your future.
Becky: You never know what’s going to happen next.
J: I’m black and I’m white.
B: What are you?
J: I’m a panda.
I’m almost extinct.
I live in China in a green forest.
B: Why are you almost extinct?
J: Because of poachers, hunters, and zoos trying to kill me.
B: What do you eat?
J: I eat bamboo from tall trees and I climb trees too.
B: How do you move?
J: I move on all fours at a pretty good rate.
B: What is your personality?
J: Peaceful, quiet, humble, and calm.
B: You’re a black and white panda.
You are almost extinct because of poachers and hunters trying to kill you.
You eat bamboo from tall trees.
You climb them too.
You move on all fours at a pretty good pace.
You’re peaceful, quiet, humble, and calm.
How do you feel about becoming extinct?
About poachers selling your fur for money?
About being separated from your family?
J: Bad, bad, bad, and worse.
Seriously I’m almost gone completely.
I’m telling you this because soon I’ll be gone too.
B: Aren’t you going to ask me about my life story too?
J: Sure.
B: I’m a sandy lion and I have a fiery red man.
J: How do you walk?
B: I walk on all fours just like you.
J: Do you have sharp teeth?
B: Of course.
J: What is your personality?
B: King of the Jungle.
A BIG eater!
J: What about your culture?
B: My background is majestic. I have my own kingdom. I have several colors of fur. I even have my own white lion.
J: Do you sharpen your nails?
B: All the time, to hunt my prey.
J: Where do you live?
B: The African jungle.
J: How fast do you run?
B: I run 35 miles per hour.
J: What kind of animals do you eat?
B: I eat deer, zebras, pandas, even though we don’t live in the same place. Hey, eat what you find.
Why did you just walk backwards?
J: Technical difficulties.
I am From…
ReplyDeleteBy Alondra E.
I am from a large family with all my cousins celebrating quinceaneras.
I am from soccer, basketball, skateboarding and from bruises.
I am from movies and laying back on my tan couch.
I am from hair spray, mouse and a grade school uniform.
I am from happy and indecisive and lucky to win school raffles.
I am from the U.S. and take trips to Mexico and some of my cousins are there.
I am the youngest from my brother and sister so I am the last to graduate.
Cristian E.
ReplyDeleteIf I didn’t have to go to school
If I didn’t have to go to school
I would have a lot more fun
I wouldn’t have to open up another boring book
I wouldn’t have to wake up early
Instead, I would be able to stay up late
I would watch my favorite reality television shows all day
I would go outside and play, play, play
I would be the happiest uneducated kid in the world
Cinquain Poem
Jail
Dark, Dangerous
Fighting, Killing, Stabbing
Scared, Lonely, Guilty, Miserable
Prison
My Name Is Me
ReplyDeleteBy Bryant Jasso
(based on poem "My Name Is Me" by Cynthia Rivera in the book Tell the World)
My name is funny
My name is funny when somebody says something about me and I can quickly say something back.
My name is good friend
I am a good fried when somebody tells me something and I never tell anyone else.
My name is forgetful
I am forgetful when I leave house keys in the door.
My name is annoying
When I turn the TV off on my brother over and over again.
My name is nice
I am nice when I share my things and do not pick on anyone.
My name is committed
I am committed when I get knocked down and get back up and still try my best.
My name is me.
Ariana's Poem...
ReplyDeleteMy Dad
Who really loves fire fighters
Who snores louder than my littlie sister screams!
Who is always funny
Who is sometimes mad
Who eats donuts and milk
Who is very sweet
Who gives me a high five and says, “Good job!”
Who always loves me
I can’t help it either way
ReplyDeleteBy: Makahla
Mentor Text-Dreamer By: Langston Hughes
I take my dreams
And make them into a wonderful and beautiful thing,
And a pretty butterfly so colorful I start to go blind,
In a snowy, windy wonderland too white and flawless I cannot believe my eyes,
And a big beautiful mountain right next to her side,
And I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams?
Sometimes you say I am weird
And sometimes you say I am ordinary.
Either way, it doesn’t matter.
Whichever way, I can’t help it.
I still continue to dream.
I’m Thankful
ReplyDelete(Based off of I'm Thankful by Jack Prelutsky)
By: Nicholas Chiu
I’m thankful for my friends,
Sometimes they get on my nerves.
I’m thankful for my brother,
He always drives me nuts.
I’m thankful for my bike,
I crashed and broke a bone.
I’m thankful for my books,
My favorite one lost its pages.
I’m thankful for my friend’s X box 360,
I barely get to play.
I’m thankful for my T.V.,
My favorite show is hardly on.
I’m thankful for so many things,
Except, of course, for salons!
Yum, Yum, Bacon!
ReplyDeleteby Jake, age 10
Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!
I love bacon!
That’s all I want to eat.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
I eat it on bread.
I put it on my burgers.
Bacon in my mouth,
Bacon at a party,
Bacon in my ice cream,
And bacon in a bowl.
Bacon topped with tomatoes!
Yum! Yum! Yum!
Bacon with my sausage biscuit,
Oh and I really love bacon on my chicken!
Bacon dipped in vanilla ice cream,
Bacon rolled in balls,
Bacon on my bagels,
Bacon on my chalkboard.
Bacon in my belly!
More bacon, more bacon,
Even though-
I have a tummy ache.
I am From...
ReplyDeleteI am from the computer,
From books and pictures.
I am from the fancy white house,
The tranquility.
I am from the white velvet roses,
The rose bush,
Whose spikey thorns I remember,
As if they were my own.
I’m from vacations and perfection,
From True and Princeton.
I’m from bad attitude and mindless,
And from stylish.
I’m colorful and graceful,
And Rain, Rain Go Away.
I’m from eating ducks.
I’m from an island and doodles,
Crab legs and lobster.
From the doodles in my fancy notebook,
Which are colorful and greasy.
Flashback from when it was my 1st birthday.
In the computer,
Hiding in the search engine.
Written By: Abria Barker-6th Grade
Inspired By: I Am From-Rachel Pomykala
Cristian E.
ReplyDelete8th Grade
How Cruel Can Mankind Be?
How cruel can mankind be?
They can be so cruel that they tied ropes around little kids and treated them like slaves.
They can be so cruel that they separate families.
They can be so cruel that they put people into Ghettos.
They can be so cruel that they trick people into showering in hydrochloric acid.
They can be so cruel that they make people starve.
They can be so cruel that they kill people in common graves.
Mankind can be VERY cruel, if they choose to.
If I were…
ReplyDeleteby Nicholas Chiu
4th Grade
If I were a book
I would look at my tall reader
I would see their wide eyes moving
I would feel happy when they picked me up
I would feel the reader tickling me when they flipped my pages
I would hear them reading my long words
I would smell their smelly breath
Private Quarters
ReplyDeleteBy Angelo A. Sandoval
I see
BIG TIME RUSH poster
bunk beds
blue Spiderman curtains
I hear
AJ YELLING
my echoes
AC/DC on the radio
I smell
my stinky brother
barbeque ribs
I feel
cold metal
strong, cold wind
happy to read Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Stereotypes Vs. Truth
ReplyDeleteby Kyriel K.
He is a bad influence on people. With black hoodie black pants and his black coat and also his black skin
I am a black athlete.
He is never going do something with his life.
I am going to school in I got good grades and I am going to be successful. I go to class on time. I turn in my homework.
All he do is list to hip-hop.
Well I do because I like they music and r and b.
He is mad all the time.
No not all the time I am just mad when you talk about me.
What I Can’t and Can Do
ReplyDeleteby Angelo Sandoval
I can’t drive a car
I can’t go back in time
I can’t fight zombie pirates
I can’t make electricity
I can sing BIG TIME RUSH
I can play the guitar
I can run fast
I can write stories
I can subtract, add, multiply, and do fractions
by Ariana
ReplyDeleteFrida
Frida Kahlo’s heart holds her imaginary friend, her love, painting.
Her eyes are like raindrops pouring down canvases as she paints herself crying instead of crying herself.
Her leg is as broken as a piece of glass slammed against the wall into a million pieces. It cannot be fixed and she will with walk with a cane forever.
Her torso is a spike, stabbing, and aching, badly hurting her.
Her mouth is as quiet like as a library not because she is told to “shh” but because she doesn’t have anyone to talk to. She is lonely.
She lives in a painting of herself, full of the things she sees and examines, but mostly of her feelings that she does not want to feel.
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ReplyDeleteOUT OF MY LIFE
ReplyDeleteby Christin L.
I want people
To stop acting
Like they’re they best
Person in the whole wide world.
I want my friend Fred
To stop acting
Like he’s funny
Because he’s really not
I want people
To stop acting like they’re tough
Because they’re not
And who knows
You might get knocked out.
I want Ms. Fuller
To stop acting scared
And whining
Like a one year old.
I want to get done
With this poem
Because I am
A little tired.
If We Were…
ReplyDeleteBy Anthony LoCoco
If I were a ball
I would bounce like kung-fu
If you were a hoop
I would bounce into you
If I were a ball
I would be thrown at you
If you were a bat
You would hit me until I moo
If I were a bottle
I would hold you, you’ll see
If you were the water
You would swoosh in me
If I was a chocolate bar
I would be tasty to bite
If you were my wrapper
You would hold me tight
If I were a ham sandwich
I would taste good forever
If you were the cheese
We would taste so good together
If I were a pencil
I would write
If you were an eraser
You would erase until the paper is white
If I were a planet
I would be around you
If you were a star
You would be with me in the blue
If I were a finger
I would bend, point, and itch
If you were an itch
I would scratch you in a pinch
If I were a cat
I would lick my paws all day
If you were a dog
I would swat you away
If I were a bullet
I would be bitter when the trigger is pulled
If you were a shell
We would shoot out together
Until you fall off
Then I’ll loose you forever.