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Now let's look at some poetry I wrote in elementary school.
4th Grade
“The Clock Does Not Stop”
O little clock,
Tick and tock,
What time is it?
O little clock,
Tock and tick,
Do you get sick of it?
O little clock,
Tock and tick,
Tick and tock,
Don’t you ever stop
“Door”
No one ever thanks me
For what I do
I seperate rooms
And give you privacy
But all I get is a slam
I hear your secrets
And I’ve never told a soul
The embarrassing or happy news
And when you’re near I
Lean forward to talk
But you will never hear
Just you listen,
And just you wait,
So one day hear me out will you
“The Chicken and the Egg”
“I got you a bed.”
“Cheap, cheap.”
“No.”
“Cheap, cheap.”
“I got you some nice grain because tonight you will hatch.”
“Cheap, cheap!”
“I can give you to the farmer.”
“Excheapsive, excheapsive!”
“That’s more like it.”
Invitation Poems
Come along with me to Peyton and I’s room.
In your sight there will be brown carpeting, two twin mattresses, picture books, and chapter books.
Also you might spy some pictures,some drawn and some not, pink painted walls, and jackets and purses hanging on hooks.
You never know what you might smell in our house, cooking, our dog, our unidentified aromas. My room smells like nothing, usually.
What you might feel under your feet are lots of toys and a few blankets.
When you’re in our room you can hear my two brothers, Braden and Toby,yelling from downstairs, and the sound of footsteps when someone walks.
Some motions that might occur in Peyton and I’s room are walking, playing, and sleeping.
You could possibly also see lots of drawers and two bars holding clothes: one for an older sister and one for a younger sister.
Please, please, please, join me to my sister and I’s room.
Similes
The chef’s spaghetti was as cooked as a burnt pancake.
What is more is the sauce stuck to the pasta.
I’m coming back for more tomorrow.
The book was as heavily amazing as an elephant.
I read it, on the floor.
It was heavily detailed, but somehow it weighed as light as a feather.
Cinquain
School
Educational, fun
Learning, writing, thinking
I love school lots
Lenski
Swimming
Wet, great
Stroking, breathing, kicking
An awesome exercise awesome
Water
Mother
Kind, busy
Gardening, baking, reading
I love my mother
Caretaker
Flower
Beautiful, fragile
Growing, blooming, drinking
Flowers are very sweet
Plant
Pie
Delicious, messy
Eating, baking, slicing
Pies are all different
Treat
Penguins
Adorable, different
Swimming, waddling, catching
Penguins can be smart
Bird
Haiku
“Spring”
Opening blossoms
Aromas float in the air
Birds are everywhere
“Puppy”
Brand new white puppy
Dashing here and speeding there
Chews on my new shoe
“Water Sport”
Splashing and kicking
Now, guess my favorite sport
Of course it’s swimming
“Blue Spruce”
A tree with beauty
The Colorado Blue Spruce
Grows in the mountains
Dragons
Spread their wings and fly
Way up in the moonlight, high
Blow their fiery breath
And can unleash evil wrath
Dragons
Can be kind and noble
And be supreme and loyal
They can also be betrayers
To help the dragon slayers
Dragons
All do differ
Yet their wings can all be lifters
In some ways are alike to people,
I had got to admit
"Moods"
Sometimes you’re in a leafy dome
With peace all around,
With light coming in in patches
And not a single sound.
Sometimes you’re in the dark,
Very much alone,
Where it looks there is no way out,
No way to find home.
Sometimes you’re surrounded by laughter
With faces wherever you’ve seen,
People you love and adore at
This most exciting place you have been.
Sometimes you’re crossing a bridge
You’re being forced to cross,
And gray skies all around
Very much such.
Sometimes you’re in a kettle,
Boiling and baking bitterly
Steam swirling all around you
Reaching 1000 degrees nearly.
Sometimes you’re in a pickle,
Sour and bitter and green.
Pickle juice in your eyes while
You’re digging, digging, digging.
Sometimes you’re many at once,
And confusion clearly sounds.
This and that or other
Coming on in rounds.
Sometimes there are other things
That you may come to feel,
Except for some more than others
Do come to appeal.
Sometimes you can’t even decide
Which attitude has struck,
But hopefully you will find it
And I wish you the best of luck.
"My Own Nature Haikus"
Rabbit has no speech,
But she hides things under leaves
To be someday found.
Robin has no tongue,
But she lets out voice in song,
In clear, pretty, notes.
Tortoise shows no speed,
Nor was turtle a menace,
But shells are safety.
Squirrel has no bank,
But always deposits food
For the cold winters.
"Not All Things are Beautiful"
We see the sun touch the horizon in the west
After that, the clouds, crescent moon, and the candlelight
We can sail past the stars and see the world below
But not all things are beautiful
Not all things are beautiful
We can watch the grass bend under the wind
A child’s eyes opening for the first time
We can hear the beauty in a whispering stream
We can watch the ones we love for an eternity
There is the smell and taste of a pumpkin pie
Still, not all things are beautiful
There is the strike of death
Chill of the harmful wind
The famine shows, with fierce, hard blows
There are the insane murderers
Not all things are graceful
The grass grows from a seedling
Working for days, even weeks
But when it pops up, the mouse eats it
The snake eats the mouse
And the eagle the snake
All of this, months and years of hard work
All gone, to help one survive a day
Not all things are graceful
The storm striking down your home
A last, struggling breath of your pet
The caterpillar never becoming a butterfly
An announcement to the world that you have failed your dream
A decade of labor wasted when you don’t succeed
The anonymous tapping every night
The death you feel was all your fault
When your enemy just won’t listen
Your happiness recharging or taking a vacation-
Sometimes, it isn’t bearable
And you want to shut down
Not all things are beautiful
But try to brush of the ugly things
And pay attention to the beautiful
I learned some important things today. I suck at poetry. Something happened. I hope you enjoyed some miserable poetry.
