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Poetry from
Keigwin Middle School,
Middletown |
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I am the silly
sound of a rainstorm
that comes and
goes,
the gentle
sound of love
like the sun
with a bright smile.
I am the loud
sound
of the crash,
boom, bang
in the back of
a busy kitchen,
the loud sound
of a baby screaming,
the energetic
jolt of electricity
bouncing off
the walls.
I am like a
laugh
because I smile
so much.
I am a Doberman
pinscher
because I am a
fighter.
I am like an
umbrella
that opens and
protects
and I am the
laughing drizzle
when children
play in the rain.
Paint me using
pink
like a
beautiful sunset.
Paint me.
You never could
though,
because I am a
color
you can’t
describe.
There is no
color for my uniqueness.
By Kayla, Thea, Zoe, Jayleen, Anya, Dell, Jason, Sabria,
Frankie, Alexis |
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Poetry sounds
like
eggs frying in
a pan,
like a black
Corvette
flying down the
highway.
Poetry feels
like
beach sand in
between your toes.
Poetry smells
like the mixed meat special-
sometimes good,
sometimes bad.
Poetry looks
like a bucket of hornets.
Poetry tastes
like
rain falling to
the earth.
Poetry smells
like
roses sitting
in the sun.
And poetry
sounds
like a
butterfly fluttering.
By Sarah, Jason, Sonia,
Josh, Alaymar,
Mariah, Robbie, Tatiana |
Grumpy-
Black like a trash can,
Gray like a stormy sky,
Purple like a wilted flower.
It happens when your parents tell you to clean your room,
When someone tells you to shut up.
It sounds like the snorting of a camel
And feels like dried paper mache.
Grumpy...like Oscar. |
Red...
like fire,
like blood, anger and revenge,
birds in the trees.
It sounds like babies crying,
popcorn popping,
robins chirping,
a beating heart.
Red smells like fresh-picked cherries,
like bacon and grits on Sunday morning,
a fresh cut rose.
It feels really hot like fire,
round like a cherry,
like putting your face into a bowl of whipped cream.
If red could it would fly,
it would kill.
Red would spray graffiti.
6th grade |
I am the color purple
lonely and heartbroken,
like a wave that is calm,
like a room with no color.
Today I am quiet
like an empty baseball stadium.
Tomorrow I am a bucket of water
waiting to be dumped.
I am a red bird
flying in a blue light sky.
I am spring
not too cold - just right
because sometimes I can be mean
sometimes just right.
I am an eagle
because I'm always looking out for my friends.
I am a burning sun,
a beating heart,
a meaningless song,
a raging storm.
Yesterday I was the color green
quiet and mysterious
like people trying to figure out a riddle,
like a book lying on a shelf,
like a CD skipping a beat.
Today I am the sound of laughter
from Sponge Bob Squarepants
and very annoying like Patrick Stark.
I am baby blue
like the sound of the I Love Lucy theme song.
I am an electric guitar,
loud and wacky.
I was the sound
of a giant wave
washing away the disappointment of this day.
Today I am black,
mighty and brave,
powerful and strong.
Nothing can bring me down.
The letter S describes me --
special, spiritual, sweet, sensible and sleepy.
Today I am quiet
just like the wind,
sweet like sugar
and sometimes tart like fresh lemons.
I am the sound of adorable tiny frogs
chirping cheerfully in harmony
outside my window in the moment
just before darkness falls,
before the world falls asleep
before the fish in my pond
start to drift.
The frogs sing me to sleep.
6th grade, Group poem |
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