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Transcript of Poetry Portfolio
- Types of poetry
- Published poems
- My thoughts on poetry
- Class poems The artist called May There once was a artist named May,
she liked to make pottery with clay.
she made big pots and small
with no trouble at all.
And that was the artist called May,
who liked to make pottery with clay.
one day when may was making pottery,
she found out she won the lottery.
May thought i am not making pottery anymore,
i am going to get a new job for sure. Poems i have made up myself Haiku poems Types of poetry Rhyming poems Acrostic poems Alphabet poems Limerick poems Burping in class I have been burping in class since i ate my lunch,
I had fatty hamburgers and i gobbled down a whole bunch.
my belly was rumbling like a thunder storm.
My lunch tasted fine,
don't know why i don't feel the same way before i ate this fatty lunch today. Poetry themes Romantic comical Environmental Adventure Reality Serious Kids poems DR Seuss School when ever i'm at school,
I'd rather be in the pool.
school is so lame,
I go there everyday.
I wanna go home,
thats why i moan and groan. Published poems Kenny had a camera Kenny had a camera and took pictures while we ate.
I thought it might be fun to use my food to decorate.
I grabbed a brown banana peel and used it for a wig,
dangled French fries from my nose and snorted like a pig.
I took some veggies from my tray and stuck them in my ears.
I knew that I looked funny ’cause the room soon filled with cheers.
But best at being funny was my teacher, I suppose,
’cause when she looked and laughed at me, milk came out her nose. What i would cook my teacher If I cooked hot lunch for my teacher,
I would start out with rattlesnake stew.
Then I’d serve her a centipede salad
And a tall glass of milk mixed with glue.
Next, a seaweed and jellyfish sandwich,
For dessert, an a-chooberry pie.
When she finally finds out what she’s eaten,
I hope the old bat doesn’t die. My thoughts on poetry I think that poetry is great because you can express your feelings in different ways.
I believe that poetry is important because poetry draws on the senses which gives deep access to memories and feelings to what the writer is feeling and there amotions in the past or their feelings at the time of writing the poem. True beauty True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all Aspens poem My teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule:
I couldn’t bring it into class
or even to the school.
She said she would return it;
I’d have it back that day.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on “Play.”
She looked a little startled,
but after just awhile,
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.
Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She started grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.
My teacher said she changed her mind.
She thinks it’s now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day. My teacher took my ipod Grannys little laptop Gabby's poem late for the bus Jades poem Granny has a laptop,
its sleek and shiny new;
She gazes at it fondly,
and wonders... what to do?
She keeps it gently on her lap,
she really thinks its nice,
She doesn't like the mouse at all,
she's very scared of mice!
But soon she'll start blogging
and take the world by storm,
With precise posts on ecology,
and why our globe is warm!
She'll be in touch on email,
with family friends on the net;
And keep us all enthralled,
with her global tete-a-tete!
She'll engage in quirky forums,
and have a million fans,
Asking for her recipes,
of fish curries and flans!
She'll keep the world begging,
for her poetry and prose,
For her masterpiece in Egyptology,
for the stories that she knows I am late for the school bus,
what ever should i do.
The alarm didn't go off,
I have no idea what i should do.
should i walk should i run should i wait,
I don't know what path to take. Thanks for watching Class poems Types of poetry Published poems My thoughts on poetry