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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 2:48:45 GMT -5
Look, I know the title is intriguing, but, I feel like posting this up. For a little while, we've been doing poetry during English classes. A few of them, I'm actually proud of, the others, just for marks. I'm trying to find them at the moment, so I'm posting it soon.
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:06:11 GMT -5
Seaside Rock Personification Poem
Have you ever seen the seaside rock? He is on the beach, just lying there. Kid are always on his back, but he must bare. They say the ocean was made from this rock, The tears that burst out while he’s all alone. The tide was also made, from the rocks underwater, Crying as loud as an otter. So, if you ever see, the seaside rock, Be sure to give him a hug, before you fish on the dock.
I hate this one.
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:06:38 GMT -5
Erick’s Return Acrostic Poem
Every time I come home, I lay on my bed, to Rest and relax, until It’s time for dinner, and down a Cup of soda, so that I’m ready and Kicking, for tomorrow’s rough day.
Decent Poem.
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:07:07 GMT -5
Amusement Park Onomatopoeia Poem
Screaming like girls, Gliding down the track, As it makes a clickity clank. A roller coaster, that’s what it is, And until the end of the ride, we Must hold it in. After the coaster comes to an end, It makes a big screech As the people get out, I sprint out of my seat To the restroom, to throw up my insides. Hearing splitter splatter, but most of all- BLEAGH!
Very hard to think of.
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:07:27 GMT -5
School Alliteration Poem
Sick, and sore of this place, Sitting for countless hours in one spot. Every day, I see this place, The place full of ticked and tired people. Wishing I could be home, But here, I’m stuck, seemingly sleepless. Forced to work as we weep. Treated like babies, near a boring buffoon, I’m sure you know what this place is, The big bad boring school!
Really hard, but oh so true.
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:07:57 GMT -5
What Am I? Metaphor Poem
I am yellow and black on the outside, And have a heart of white on the inside. I am long and thick, and people often eat me, Using a fork or a toothpick. I am ripped apart, and it makes people get hurt, Falling backwards because of my skin. People always tend to eat me on a Sunday, Never a Friday. What Am I?
I JUST made it up. Pretty cool, huh? By the way, its a banana.
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:08:13 GMT -5
Strawberry Simile Poem
The strawberry is as red as a ruby, It’s also as small as a newborn hamster. With the cone-like shape, with lumps as big as a finger nail. The seeds try to hide and become as visible as a ghost. The skin is smooth as silk, and as wet as a cloth. Green leaves root out of it’s head, and are as fuzzy as a bunny. They are as detailed, as Mona Lisa.
On the inside it is coloured crimson red. With white streaks that burst out like a sun. At the head it has a faded glow, as white as heaven. The scent waters my mouth, and tempts me to eat it, like Adam’s Apple. The rims on the outside are as dark as the night sky, and In the light, it shines and glimmers like the ocean sea.
A bite, even a glimpse of this strawberry, will refresh your body, As if it were a hot tub. With the icy coldness, like fresh snow on a winter morning. It gives your body a tingle and a jolt of excitement, whispering in your ears, “Have another.”
PRIDE AND JOY!
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 3:16:56 GMT -5
Jennyeater Poem Nounjective Poem
In the forest, at the crack of dawn, The Jennyeater lurks out to eat its prey. No one can tell what this beast is But people say it’s a robot, because it is shiny. Very shiny. It attacks Jennys mercilessly, As it tears away at their skin and bone. Some people call it a demon, others a god. But in my opinion, its hell on earth.
It has brown skin, and long shiny hair, Full of grease and lice, good thing it can bare. It takes the appearance of a human girl, With the most disgusting and huge unibrow. Its teeth and nails are as sharp as swords And its power can overwhelm any one, Any time and any where. And the bad part is, it goes to a school, The same school I’m in, Ready to maul and maim Jenny. It’s a good thing my name is not Jenny.
Funny twist. P.S. We had to write a noun and an adjective and put it in a bin. Then, we'd take random ones, one of each, I got a 'shiny' 'jennyeater'.
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Post by Ice.Blue-Shiro on Apr 14, 2007 9:32:55 GMT -5
I love your poems! Mine kinda suck... It's so hard to write poetry!
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 14, 2007 15:15:53 GMT -5
I love your poems! Mine kinda suck... It's so hard to write poetry! Lol thanks...and I bet your poems aren't bad at all...but yes, it is hard to write poetry >.<
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Post by TSP on Apr 14, 2007 17:13:19 GMT -5
SO hard to write poems...
if I find some of mine from school I'll post those XD
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Post by Ice.Blue-Shiro on Apr 19, 2007 16:36:08 GMT -5
Yay! I finished 7 poems! How many do we have to do? 17?
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Post by ninjalocke on Apr 19, 2007 18:32:50 GMT -5
Well, we have...lemme check...we have an imagery poem (drawing), simile, metaphor,nounjective, acrostic, alliteration, onomotopoeia, newspaper, personification, clerihew, musical, haiku, concrete, and 2 poems with paragraphs by other authors. By the way, the newspaper, imagery, and something else is due tomorrow.
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Post by TSP on Apr 20, 2007 20:15:51 GMT -5
omg. I'm so glad that I didn't have to do that in elementary school XD
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Post by Sammiztah on Apr 20, 2007 22:48:25 GMT -5
I loved our poetry stuff in elementary. n__n I even sent back my poetry booklet to my old grade 7 teacher because I wanted him to read it out to the class. My he and my sister and a few of the other students in that class reported that people gasped and made weird noises when he read them out. XD;;
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