My Poems

So, in school for the past few weeks we've been working a lot on poetry. Usually when I first hear 'poems' or 'poetry' or '_______, a famous poet...' I groan. Yeah, I know I LOVE writing and all, so you'd be surprised that I pretty much hate poetry. That doesn't really make much sense though, because if I adore writing so much that it really needs italics and boldness and capitalization, and when ever the word 'poems' or something like that comes up I do not look forward to it.

One assignment that we had to do in poetry this year was making this thing called a 'Chap Book'. When I first heard of this assignment, I though it was 'Chat Book'. So I'm all confused what IM (Instant messaging) chat has to do with poetry. Like, 2 weeks later, I still think I'm working on my 'Chat Book' when I see my teacher write 'Work on chap book' on the list of things to do during open work time. I was all, huh?? I thought it was chat book!!

Turns out I'm not that bad at poetry. We had to make at least 10 poems, make a book (or buy a scrap book and just use that), and have at least 1 of each poem in the book that I know realize is called a chap book. There's seven types of poems:

1. Concrete poems (Poems that are in the shape of what it is describing)
2. Poems that tell stories
3. Poems that express feelings
4. Poems that express ideas
5. Poems that describe
   
6. Poems that make fun
   
7. Poems that mean themselves and something more (These are like those poems where you really have to read in between the lines to really see what the author is trying to say.

This was a bit hard for me. But I managed after the first week to get about 5 done. I bought a scrap book, took a piece of card board the same size as the cover, and glued that on. When that dried, I decorated it with markers. The title was: Poems To Last A Lifetime. I made a table of contents, and a list of which poems were what type.

The main point of this post was for me to share some of my poetry with all of you. I thought it would be kind of cool. (Ok, seriously. I need to stop saying 'kind of' and 'cool' and 'good' and 'fun'. Those words are under a rest for being to boring and simple. I like spicy, fantastic, outstanding words! I better start using those more spicy words more often. Gee, I've never thought of that before.)

I'm going to share 3 poems with you. Maybe 4... be sure to leave your comments on the bottom of this post! Tell me what you think! Thanks!!



Things I Love

I love to swim
as the water rushes against my skin
the wet feeling is so soothing on a hot sunny day.

I adore knitting
making warm, fuzzy gifts for others
the soft cuddly warmth is like
floating in a cloud.

I love gingerbread
as a soft, warm cookie
and when it's gone
it's like a candle has been lit
in my heart.


No More Friendship

What if the world
had no friendship?
No one is kind,
everyone is mean.

Would the world
end in war?
If no one is friendly,
love wouldn't exist.

If there's no more love,
how will more people
come to earth?
Would the human race
become extinct?
Friendship is important.
It's the only way
we live today.


S'mores

S'mores.
Sticky, chewy, crunchy, gooey.
When you melt the chocolate
and take a bite
the crispy, squishy, roasted marshmallow
oozes into the chocolate
making the most delicious treat
ever.

Squished in between
two graham crackers
sits the marshmallow
and chocolate
just waiting for someone
to take a bite out of the
heavenly, mouthwatering sweet.



I Wish I Could Fly

I wish I could fly
away from the world.
To fly away from
the horrible things
I never want
to see again.

I wish I could fly
with the wind on my face
and the clouds at my side.
To burst out of the box
I've been captured in
all these years.

I wish I could fly
away and be free.
To fly to the
heavens up above
and come flying
back down
to look
at the wonderful things
on earth
rather than
the awful.


Swimming

I'm on the diving board
ready to jump
my friend looks up
she smiles with a wave.
I walk forward
the diving board wobbles
I leap off
into the water.

The cold water
hits my face
and my arms and legs swiftly
underwater.
Deeper and deeper I go
water streaming across my face
Faster and faster
I keep on going.

I go and go
I don't want to stop.
Sadly I slow down to take a breath.

I tell my friend,
Try it! It feels like a cloud
against your skin.

But she doesn't seem
to understand.
What do you mean, a cloud?
I've never felt one before.

So I explain to her the
feeling of a cloud, even though
I have never felt one either.
I think a cloud would feel
soft, and silky smooth. Now
imagine that streaming across
your face.

She says,
That must feel fabulous!