Personification Poem

Moonlight

I saw the moonlight clearly,

She was looking down at me.

She turned and shook her glowing hair down on me.

I saw her wink at me,

And I heard her giggle,

And I felt peaceful.

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Photograph Poem

Elephant

I see big ears, leathery gray skin and sought-after tusks.

I smell mud and grass.

I hear trumpeting, stomping.

I taste grass and sweat from the midday sun.

I feel happy, happy to see him having fun in the mud, at noon.

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Poem by a Published Author

Socks
By Hal Patrice Bichel

Two mismatched socks do I wear
down upon my feet;
one is old and loose and worn,
the other snug and neat.
And as I skip and walk and stroll
all about the town,
not a worry's paid the younger sock;
its mate keeps falling down!
Perhaps I should too mention
that the elder sock,
despite its threadbare, stubborn nature,
sure has seen a lot.
And though its younger counterpart,
trustworthy and fair,
may not have seen as many steps,
together they're a pair.

This poem means something to me because I always wear to mismatched socks. It makes me happy to know that other people are as crazy as I am! I really like it because it's very original to write about socks, and the poem makes me laugh.

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Poem by Published Author

Snowball
by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first- it wet the bed

This poem means something to me because when I was younger, I used to take snowballs inside with me and put them in the freezer to save them until summer. My brother would name them and play with them while it was still winter. I really like this poem because I think it's funny, the fact that the author thought that you could keep a snowball inside with you.

Bold: rhyme

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Found Poem

Slumber by the Numbers

A lot of teenagers are not getting enough sleep at night.
The ideal amount of sleep for a teenager is nine hours.
Sleep is on the list of harmful things to teenagers’ health.
Lack of sleep may cause a lot of deaths of ages between 10 and 24.
If you don’t get enough sleep, in the long run that can harm you a lot.
Many teenagers aren’t even getting close to the right amount of sleep.
The blue light from computers might be keeping them up.
We wake up when we see the blue sky, and computer light is like that.
Once scientists discover what is keeping teenagers awake, they will try to solve this problem.

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Ballad

Death of Ceasar

On March 15, 44 BC,
Julius Ceasar was killed.
At Pompey’s theatre in Ancient Rome,
One killer, Brutus, was chilled.

Brutus, his friend had turned against him,
For Ceasar had just declared power.
They were senators Ceasar had once called his friends,
Who lied to him in his last hour.

Ceasar’s wife had warned him not to go,
The senators had a plan.
He went anyway, Roman history was changed,
Ceaser then became just a man.

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Biopoem

Selma Stearns

Selma
Short, unique, funny and kind.
Sibling of Kemper.
Lover of chocolate, caramel, cats, writing, books and colored socks.
Feels love, happiness, dedication and short.
Needs oxygen, food, water and books.
Gives compliments and hugs.
Fears break-ins, clowns and grates.
Wants to see Paris, the moon from space, and how the world looks to tall people.
Resident of Dakar, Senegal.
Stearns

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Haiku

Summer

Laughing and playing
Sleeping and swimming all day
Summer is joyous!

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Five Senses Poem

Disgusting

When I smell burning trash,
I see ash flying,
I hear flames popping,
I taste an awful flavor,
I feel dirty and disgusting.

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Metaphor Poem

Moving is a waterfall

Moving is a waterfall.
I am a leaf, picked up by the torrent of the flowing water and dropped at the bottom.
The gushing tears follow me down, down, down.
I leave my home tree behind, but take my stem to remember.
There are other leaves and trees at the bottom, but it’s not the same to me.
Eventually I get accustomed to the new trees, but I still miss the top of the waterfall.

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Simile Poem

As a Clock Does

My friends and I need to be oiled to run smoothly
As a clock does.
Sometimes we get really wound up
As a clock does.
We go tick-tock-tick-tock, have fights and get broken
As a clock does.
But with some elbow grease we get fixed up again
As a clock does.

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