The document contains several poems submitted by students. They include:
- A poem about Eric that describes him as friendly, annoying, singing, dancing and having bad hair and a v-neck.
- A poem about chickens that "create a feathery breeze" and "just want some cheese."
- A poem about Buzz Lightyear praising him as the hero of the galaxy and mentioning his incredible helmet, though noting "we hear you cannot fly."
- A few short silly poems about buckets, telupsiuous ticklers, and chicken nuggets.
- A poem imagining clouds in the shape of animals as the author lays outside and falls asleep.
The document contains several poems submitted by students. They include:
- A poem about Eric that describes him as friendly, annoying, singing, dancing and having bad hair and a v-neck.
- A poem about chickens that "create a feathery breeze" and "just want some cheese."
- A poem about Buzz Lightyear praising him as the hero of the galaxy and mentioning his incredible helmet, though noting "we hear you cannot fly."
- A few short silly poems about buckets, telupsiuous ticklers, and chicken nuggets.
- A poem imagining clouds in the shape of animals as the author lays outside and falls asleep.
The document contains several poems submitted by students. They include:
- A poem about Eric that describes him as friendly, annoying, singing, dancing and having bad hair and a v-neck.
- A poem about chickens that "create a feathery breeze" and "just want some cheese."
- A poem about Buzz Lightyear praising him as the hero of the galaxy and mentioning his incredible helmet, though noting "we hear you cannot fly."
- A few short silly poems about buckets, telupsiuous ticklers, and chicken nuggets.
- A poem imagining clouds in the shape of animals as the author lays outside and falls asleep.
The document contains several poems submitted by students. They include:
- A poem about Eric that describes him as friendly, annoying, singing, dancing and having bad hair and a v-neck.
- A poem about chickens that "create a feathery breeze" and "just want some cheese."
- A poem about Buzz Lightyear praising him as the hero of the galaxy and mentioning his incredible helmet, though noting "we hear you cannot fly."
- A few short silly poems about buckets, telupsiuous ticklers, and chicken nuggets.
- A poem imagining clouds in the shape of animals as the author lays outside and falls asleep.
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Found Poems
A Light Exists in Spring
~Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay -A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament
No rhyme scheme 1 stanza
I think that this qualifies as a childrens poem because it sounds like something that a parent would read to their child. I chose this poem because I think that is flows very smoothly.
Hear A Song... In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody.
You are the lyric and you are the melody.
You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul. The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric of love. Love, speaks a lyric of you. The silent lyric of goodness, echoes from within you. My heart, speaks the lyric of love...to only you. Let the words...the lyric...that bind, pass between us. Let the lyric, of you...of me...be as one. A million words I can speak of you and the lyrics. would be the same...I love you now. I always will Joe Fazio No rhyme scheme 1 stanza This is a lyric poem because it says lyric a lot. I choose this poem because it sounds a lot like a song
Awake My last night as a full-time child I didn't want to sleep, for fear of
Waking up in a rustle of too-crisp sheets
And a creak of inadequate bedsprings With a lightly snoring virtual stranger eight feet away. And also I didn't want it to be tomorrow, Because then it would be time to do what I've denied for three weeks of subsistence And oblivion--ignoring is bliss. And I saw everything I never did Lying around me, pieces and steps of the Success I never got, reminders that Whatever I planned, I never got far. But in the middle of these broken promises To myself, I could see for the first time That I have not been broken. And I must keep myself, all that is real, As daybreak does, and nightfall. I exist to others, but all I need is me. I will be the last promise, when all is said And kept. No rhyme scheme, 1 stanza This is a free verse because of the fact that it does not rhyme I chose this poem because it is way better that anything I would be able to write.
Won't you come and
see loneliness? from the kiri tree. Anon 1 stanza, it is a haiku because the syllables go, 5, 7, 5. Just one leaf I choose this poem because my favorite tree is the kiri or parasol tree.
I've been taking into crates ever since I was livin in space Before the ratrace, before monkeys had human traits Mastered numerology and big bang theology Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so I could start blessin it And chincheckin kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity let icons be bygones I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this I've tried threats but moved on to a promise I stomp it with or without an accomplis (Mixed media) The stamp of approval is on this It's high voltage you cant shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you cant shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones Never satisfy my rhyme jones Sprayin bright day over what you might say Blood type krylon Technicolor type A On highways right with road rage I'm patient to win The cage and the tin to bounce all around In surround sound devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy madness Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics Fourth dimension, combat convention Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention (Attention)
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile While you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws Spin, blah blah blah blah You can say you saw 3 stanzas It is song lyrics because linkin park is a band and this is one of their songs. I chose this because it is my favorite band and this, in my opinion, is their best song.
With the farming of a verse A
Make a vineyard of the curse, A Sing of human unsuccess B In a rapture of distress; B Anon 1 Stanza This is an elegy because of the rhyme scheme (A, A, B, B) I chose this because it tells a very small story.
When kids go trick-or-treats B
And get lots and lots of sweets B You know it is Halloween. A When the trees give up their yellow leave s And the dead give back their R.I.P.s C
You know it is Halloween. C
An Ode to the years best time D
An Ode to clocks that chime An Ode to Halloween A Andy Jin There is one stanza It is about a serious topic. I choose this poem because Halloween is my favorite holiday.
Written Poems
Eric Friendly, Annoying Singing dancing. Jumping Ninja, pirate, alien, gangster Bad hair-cut V-neck
Chickens red and white
Create a feathery breeze They just want some cheese.
The fishy said, Bloop, bloop
Dylan LamP Hahn
All hail Buzz light year
Hero of the galaxy Awesome and cool We hear you cant fly Hero of the galaxy Incredible helmet We hear you cannot fly Be honest with yourself Incredible helmet Its time for backup Be honest with yourself Show courage to star command Dylan LamP Hahn
I like buckets But I might have to chuck it Because its fun to huck it Chicken nuggets
The tinny tiny telupsiuous tickler tickled a tough tied tellepefer with tinny tiny totem poles.
In the clouds I see
a beautiful bumble bee. I lay on the ground that is brown and see a bunny cloud with a crown. As I am driving I spot a cat with a very tall hat. As I fall asleep I think of a big heart which stands for love. As I am sleeping I think of a giant dog cloud that was pink. As I die I imagine a cloud of a lion roaring load.
I like chicken Its like heaven to me I eat it I am bored I dont like this project It is boring This is poetry Bask in its glorious light Its pretty cool
Get your Ipod ready it's about to go down
Everybody in the place hit the deck But stay on your toes We runnin this, let's go
I'm on a Plane (I'm on a plane)
I'm on a plane (I'm on a Plane) Everybody look at me cause I'm flyin on a plane (flyin on a plane) I'm on a plane (I'm on a plane) I'm on a plane Take a good hard look at the Super-duper plane (Plane, yeah) I'm on a Plane take a look at me Straight flyin on a plane on the light blue sky Bustin five peanuts, wind whippin out my sugar cane You can't stop me chicken nuggett cause I'm on a plane Take a picture, trick (trick) I'm on a plane, We drinking Santana champ, cause it's so crisp (crisp) I got my Ipod, and my crispy takis I'm eatin pea-nuts, you at Kinko's straight flippin copies I'm sittin in a seat, doin flips and stuff The lady next to me splashin, gettin e'rybody all wet But this ain't Seaworld, this is real as it gets I'm on a plane Chicken nugget, don't you ever forget
It was silent on our street late at night
Monsters, super scary, I just might pee! This was the reason for another fright! I just heard my heart sing a melody Then I heard a noise coming from the hall I turned around and saw platypus He just stood there doing nothing at all It looked kind of like a little green bus I turned back to my room, Wow what was that? Looked down at my feet, Wow Im really fat!
I have to write a triolet
If I would make My name immortal. To get a form that's fit and set. I have to write a triolet. From free verse all you ever get Is just another yawn or chortle. I have to write a triolet If I would make my name immortal.
Musical and sweet, the villanelle,
like light reflected in a gentle rhyme, moves to the ringing of a silver bell, its form creating soft and tender spells. Like the singing of distant silver chimes, musical and sweet, the villanelle flows through the heart, and builds a magic spell from sunlight and from shadows, and, sublime, moves to the ringing of a silver bell. It never arcs into the sharp loud yell of vast pipe organs. Soft its climb. Musical and sweet, the villanelle, like a tiny and translucent shell catching sunlight in the summer time, moves to the ringing of a silver bell. Soft and gentle, tender and so frail, like light pouring through petals of the lime, musical and sweet, the villanelle moves to the ringing of a silver bell.
I like to eat food
Food that is good Food that is small Food that is sour
Food that is tasty
That is sweet That is healthy That is bad for you It is expensive It is cheap it is big it is small It is my kind of food
