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Englksh Is A Pane By Alan Balter Published: October 4, 2017Poem About The Inconsistencies Of English LanguageHear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't passAn F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glassIt's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knightButt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write

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Englksh Is A Pane By Alan Balter Published: October 4, 2017Poem About The Inconsistencies Of English LanguageHear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't passAn F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glassIt's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knightButt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write

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Layton Bobbitt

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Friendz

By: Kayla Coffey
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly's fly and penguins swim
Professionals lie and adventures go on whim
If you go up I go down
An emo to a happy clown
Girlie girls pink and fat ones brown
Smiles right side up and frowns up side down
A rainbow to a black plain thing
A monotone to an opera sing
A rainy cloud to a sunny day
Bright colors and something gray
A beginning to an ending
A broken heart and then something mending

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/friends-20
Spencer Lang

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By: Benna Crawford
School

My homework is late
Dog ate it before breakfast
Very helpful dog

Teagan Milliken

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Free verse
By: Walt Whitman

After the Sea-Ship-after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,

Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

By: Meredith Hammer

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Hiaku

An old silent pond....
A frog jumps into the pond
splash! Silence again.

Autumn moon light--
a worm digs silently
into the chesnut

In the twilight rain
these brilliant-hued hibiscious
A lovely sunset.

By Karis Miller so is Volleyball by Mahliang a free verse poem

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Free verse

After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman

After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship.
Marina Lopez

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You Were There
By: Emily Robinson
when tears fell from my eyes
you were there to brush them away
when I was lost in confusion
you were there to say that everything would be okay
when I stood before you falling apart
you were there to lend your heart
when I felt like no one could understand
you were there to take my hand
when no one else was left to care
you were there

McKinley Chase

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/you-were-there

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Rhyme Poem
By: © Mermaid

True friends are by your side through it all.
True friends are there to catch you when you fall.
True friends give your life a happy lift.
True friends are a most precious gift.

True friends will care about you forever.
True friends want to be with you on every endeavor.
True friends can make you laugh and cry.
True friends can be girls or guys.

True friends can get mad at each other.
True friends can be your sisters or brothers.
True friends will never truly leave you.
True friends will love you no matter what you do.

True friends really know you but love you anyway.
True friends are those who are always asking you if you're okay.
True friends know that hate is a very strong word.
True friends don't believe every story they've heard.

True friends will tell you the truth, even if it's not what you want to hear.
True friends are always there with a hug and a listening ear.
True friends will tell you things that are true.
True friends will do anything they can to help you.

True friends love to spend time with you.
True friends love to tease you too.
True friends tease all in good fun.
True friends don't care if you've lost or won.

I will love you forever, my friend.
I will stay by your side until the very end.
You'll be in my heart, as I pray for you each day.
You are my truest friend in every way.

Madison Stone

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/true-friends-4

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by Walter De La Mare
The Listeners
Aidan Steward

"IS anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;For he suddenly smote the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

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By Matsuo Basho

In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.

Houston Howard

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Rhyme poem
By: © Mermaid
True friends are by your side through it all.
True friends are there to catch you when you fall.
True friends give your life a happy lift.
True friends are a most precious gift.

True friends will care about you forever.
True friends want to be with you on every endeavor.
True friends can make you laugh and cry.
True friends can be girls or guys.

True friends can get mad at each other.
True friends can be your sisters or brothers.
True friends will never truly leave you.
True friends will love you no matter what you do.

True friends really know you but love you anyway.
True friends are those who are always asking you if you're okay.
True friends know that hate is a very strong word.
True friends don't believe every story they've heard.

True friends will tell you the truth, even if it's not what you want to hear.
True friends are always there with a hug and a listening ear.
True friends will tell you things that are true.
True friends will do anything they can to help you.

True friends love to spend time with you.
True friends love to tease you too.
True friends tease all in good fun.
True friends don't care if you've lost or won.

I will love you forever, my friend.
I will stay by your side until the very end.
You'll be in my heart, as I pray for you each day.
You are my truest friend in every way.

Emma Swinney

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/true-friends-4

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When I am gone
Shel Silverstein

when I am gone what will you do?
who will write and draw for you?
someone smarter-someone new?
someone better-maybe you!

-Jack Reynolds

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by Mahliang
Volleyball the sport girls love to play

Anytime ,anywhere, night, or day

Pass, set, and serve
when the ball comes at you
you better have the nerve
you better pass it to yor setter to hit the line.

Two steps,then up, and off the set
Hit that ball right over the net.

If you cant get the spike , then try a downball.
After it then the girl will fall

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Sonnet Number 18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
Serena Chou

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Blind without Faith
Joe Demino

The mind sees
what the heart believes;
therefore, the heart is our eye
and eyes windows
too often
to hollow heads.

We feel light more
than allow it to clarify—
a cloud of emotions
true Dark Matter….

There are no spaces
in creation: no bridges to cross
nor potholes to leap--just broken continuity,
where faithless junctures….

Oh! If only to splice love
into everything—
but such an easy solution
makes us impossible….

Elle Hamilton

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The Life Of A Cupcake
Shelby Greer

They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.

They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife,
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside,
This was the day this cupcake died.

Sarah Ray

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Trick or Treat

Walking up the garden path,
I spy a yummy sweet,
Halloween is here again,
Knock, Knock- trick or treat?

Unknown author

- Baylee Mobley

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McKay K. Echols
My Court
The dribble of the basketball,
The swish of the net,
The squeaking of my shoes against
The wood floor,
The passion and determination that
I feel is indescribable,
As sweat drips down my temples.

The basketball court is my home.
It is where all my thoughts and emotions
Are erased from my mind and all
I can think about is the basketball and
The hoop.

The court is a place that I can focus,
A place where I can put all of my
Thoughts and feelings into the
Things that are important to me.

Basketball is my life and
The court is where my
Life lives.

Eddie

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Ritmo/Rhythm

BY MARGARITA ENGLE

Mad has decided to catch a vulture,

the biggest bird she can find.

She is so determined, and so inventive,

that by stringing together a rickety trap

of ropes and sticks, she creates

a puzzling structure that just might

be clever enough to trick a buzzard,

once the trap’s baited with leftover pork

from supper.

Mad and I used to do everything together,

but now I need a project all my own,

so I roam the green fields,

finding bones.

The skull of a wild boar.

The jawbone of a mule.

Older cousins show me

how to shake the mule’s quijada,

to make the blunt teeth

rattle.

Guitars.

Drums.

Gourds.

Sticks.

A cow bell.

A washboard.

Pretty soon, we have

a whole orchestra.

On Cuban farms, even death

can turn into

music.

Carson Stavenhagen

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Star Spangled Banner
By: Francis Scott Key
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?”

-Francis Scott Key
Kaleb Corum

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Alliteration poem

By Angelisa zayas

Time somebody told me.

I was wasting my time ganging unworthy friends.

Time somebody told me.

Loving myself is my number one priority

Loving others can come next.

Time somebody told me.

There is no “I” in every single word.

Time somebody told me.

I am beautiful,

And my face is too.

Sarah lopez

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Free Verse
By: Kayla Coffey
Title: Friendz

I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly's fly and penguins swim
Professionals lie and adventures go on whim
If you go up I go down
An emo to a happy clown
Girlie girls pink and fat ones brown
Smiles right side up and frowns up side down
A rainbow to a black plain thing
A monotone to an opera sing
A rainy cloud to a sunny day
Bright colors and something gray
A beginning to an ending
A broken heart and then something mending

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God's Gift - Nature...........Poem by Ravi Sathasivam

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God's Gift - Nature...........Poem by Ravi Sathasivam

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FREE VERSE

When the beautiful morning comes
The rays of rising sun kiss her
When the garden of nature open its heart
The garden of flowers hugs her to welcome
When the trees dance to tune of wind
The birds singing to the nature's choir
When the gentleness of nature is filled pleasure
Then the earth get wet with weather
When the nature forgets its vastness
Then the God shows her how big her place on earth
Let us thank God for his creation and given us
eyes to see lovely gift - Nature

Posted by Luke Roberts

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By: June Kellum

Past, Present, Future

Our past we can't recapture.
It's over and it's done
No way to recover time;
all those days are gone

No amount of coloring
-painting with brighter hue-
can change the way things happened.
No way to make it true.

No use fretting over
- regretting - bygone days.
No need to get entagled
in memory's purple haze.

...Or caught up in unraveling
(or, of hoping we could do)
things that didn't go the way
that we would want them to.

The future is uncertain.
No way for us to see,
the things tomorrow's holding,
for you...or for me!

NOW , is what's obtainable,
just moments here to share
The future comes so quickly-
unseen but waiting there.

Seize the present moments.
Grab all we can contain!
Our futures are elusive
Our past we cannot chain!

Jordan Purselley

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Rhyming PoemI say yes and you say noI say bye and you say helloButterfly's fly and penguins swimProfessionals lie and adventures go on whimIf you go up I go downAn emo to a happy clownGirlie girls pink and fat ones brownSmiles right side up and frowns up side downA rainbow to a black plain thingA monotone to an opera singA rainy cloud to a sunny dayBright colors and something grayA beginning to an endingA broken heart and then somet

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Rhyming PoemI say yes and you say noI say bye and you say helloButterfly's fly and penguins swimProfessionals lie and adventures go on whimIf you go up I go downAn emo to a happy clownGirlie girls pink and fat ones brownSmiles right side up and frowns up side downA rainbow to a black plain thingA monotone to an opera singA rainy cloud to a sunny dayBright colors and something grayA beginning to an endingA broken heart and then somet

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Mabel Watts

A Little Seed

A little seed,
For me to sow.
A little earth,
To help it grow.
A little sun,
A little shower,
A little while,
And then - A FLOWER

Sydney M

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Emily Fitzhugh

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The Poor Ghost

by Christina Rossetti

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"Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?""From the other world I come back to you,
My locks are uncurled with dripping drenching dew.
You know the old, whilst I know the new:
But tomorrow you shall know this too.""Oh not tomorrow into the dark, I pray;
Oh not tomorrow, too soon to go away:
Here I feel warm and well-content and gay:
Give me another year, another day.""Am I so changed in a day and a night
That mine own only love shrinks from me with fright,
Is fain to turn away to left or right
And cover up his eyes from the sight?""Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
I loved you for life, but life has an end;
Thro' sickness I was ready to tend:
But death mars all, which we cannot mend."Indeed I loved you; I love you yet
If you will stay where your bed is set,
Where I have planted a violet
Which the wind waves, which the dew makes wet.""Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt 1 will leave you alone
And not wake you rattling bone with bone."I go home alone to my bed,
Dug deep at the foot and deep at the head,
Roofed in with a load of lead,
Warm enough for the forgotten dead."But why did your tears soak thro' the clay,
And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day."

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The Bean EatersBY GWENDOLYN BROOKSThey eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.   Dinner is a casual affair.Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,   Tin flatware.Two who are Mostly Good.Two who have lived their day,But keep on putting on their clothes   And putting things away.And remembering ...Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths, tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

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The Bean EatersBY GWENDOLYN BROOKSThey eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.   Dinner is a casual affair.Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,   Tin flatware.Two who are Mostly Good.Two who have lived their day,But keep on putting on their clothes   And putting things away.And remembering ...Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths, tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

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There was once a pear.
Who had fluffy hair.
He liked to roll.
So was put in a bowl.
And that was a scare!

Unknown Author

Bearet Ramsey

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My Enemy
G.J.M

The owl in the tree is watching me
For he likes fat mice
For dinner you see!
His eyes are round
They see everything.
Especially at night
They don't miss a thing!
They swoop from on high
And catch their prey
I must be ware of its clutches
And scurry away!
There he goes-the old brown owl
High up into the tree!
I'm quit and quick
He'll never catch me!

Addy Broumley

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By: Mizscorpio

You are my best friend; you belong in my heart.
We go through ups and downs, but still nothing can tear us apart.
I know you as a sister, and I will always care.
Love, respect, and trust are the things we share.

I know you as a person; I especially know you as a friend.
Our friendship is something that will never end.
Right now, this second, this minute, this day,
Our sisterhood is here, is here to stay.

My friendship with you is special and true.
When we are together, we stick like glue.
When I'm in the darkness that needs some light,
When you're by my side, I know things are all right.

Our friendship is so strong; it breaks down bars.
Our friendship is also bright, like the sun and the stars.
If we were in a competition for friendships, we would get a gold,
Because responsibility and cleverness are the keys we hold.

I met you as a stranger, took you as a friend.
I hope our long friendship will never end.
Our friendship is like a magnet; it pulls us together,
Because no matter where we are, our friendship will last forever!

Emma Swinney

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/best-friend-4

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Some Spring!

© Shelly

Published: January 2009

I hate the snow, I hate the sleet,
I just want some rain,
The clouds are running across the sky,
Playing some silly game.

It's already spring,
And the snow is still pilling,
That's why the birds can't sing,
And why the sky isn't smiling.

Out of all the towns,
Why did Jack Frost pick one?
To send chilling winds,
And abandon the sun.

It really is very cold,
And the heater is always on,
The inside plants are growing mold,
It's freezing from dusk till dawn.

I wish that I could be anywhere but here,
It's like a cold he-- from the sky,
I've had enough of it, it better change,
Or I fear that I will die.
(Yeah Right!)

Cami Auten

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/some-spring

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Hannah Borke

Does this make A Hidden the contest -- Market, please

Instead if going out, I'll sit in
And try my hardest
To write a poem that'll make a hidden
Julia Ward's contest
Give me a sign if you like it
Or whether I should strike it
If you market with an arrow
I'll redo it on the morrow
Will irony mails that are positive?
Or will I earn emails that are negative?
Olivia Rogers

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The Road Not Taken
By:  Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

~Chassy Vestal

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Rhyme Poem  Time© Erin FriedrichsPublished: March 2010The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes, It's time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes.Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a hair,depending on the zone, or whether daylights savings there.Time is measured many ways from minutes to months,Time is what keeps everything from happening at once!A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun, Clocks and calenders alike, all scheduled by the sun.Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be denied,a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide.If there ever comes a time when time will be no more,I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before.Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time...Had we started earlier, we'd be finished with this rhyme.Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/time-8

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Rhyme Poem  Time© Erin FriedrichsPublished: March 2010The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes, It's time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes.Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a hair,depending on the zone, or whether daylights savings there.Time is measured many ways from minutes to months,Time is what keeps everything from happening at once!A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun, Clocks and calenders alike, all scheduled by the sun.Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be denied,a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide.If there ever comes a time when time will be no more,I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before.Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time...Had we started earlier, we'd be finished with this rhyme.Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/time-8

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Gwen McDaniel

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I Love To Write Poems

1. I love to write

Day and night

What would my heart do

But cry, sigh and be blue

If I could not write

2. Writing feels good

And I know it should

Who could have knew

That what I doIs write, write, write-

Unknown Author

posted by Rachel Hull

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Lucky Pebble
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
Do you know why
this pebble is lucky?
I found it while camping
four hours away.
And before we drove home
I carefully place it
right on the bumper.
I hoped it would stay.

And it did.

Through a rainstorm and traffic,
through many a mile,
my pebble stayed put.
When I hold it I smile
for it makes me remeber
when we traveled so far
and my pebble rode
all the way on are car.

Gabriel S. Gonzalez

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The Land of Dreams
By Mario Vitale

When you fall asleep at night,
your mind goes into an eerie flight
You can open the gate with the key of thought,
and don’t have to do what you’ve been taught

You sing, and dance, and prance all day
and you act so happy and also gay
You run in circles and run into the trees,
and cut your elbows and scrape your knees

But sometimes you open the wrong gate,
and find yourself facing a terrible fate
There are monsters, ghouls and also grouches,
and then you wish you were on confortable couches

And when you’re done and almost through,
your mind knows exactly what to do
you go back through that eerie flight
it may be day it may be night

And when your mind comes back to you,
you may wake up and have the flu
You could leave for school very late,
and find out that it’s the wrong date

And you could play outside in the streams
but you will know that you entered “The Land Of Dreams.”

Merritt Brenner

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By Elaine Chetty
Lyric Poem

My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Through storm, wind, and heavy rain,
It will withstand every pain.
Our hearts are so pure and love so sweet.
I love you more with every heartbeat!

Luis Vargas

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Tangled Up in Blue
Bob Dylan
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
Hattie Belle

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By Shelby Greer

They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble
Judson
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

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Poor Cinderella
By:Kenn Nesbitt

Poor Cinderella, whose stepmom was mean,
could never see films rated PG-13.
She hadn’t a cell phone and no DVD,
no notebook computer or pocket TV.
She wasn’t allowed to play video games.
The tags on her clothes had unfashionable names.
Her shoes were not trendy enough to be cool.
No limousine chauffeur would drive her to school.
Her house had no drawing room; only a den.
Her bedtime, poor darling, was quarter past ten!

Well one day Prince Charming declared that a ball
would be held in his honor and maidens from all
over the kingdom were welcome to come
and party to techno and jungle house drum.

But Poor Cinderella, with nothing to wear,
collapsed in her stepmother’s La-Z-Boy chair.
She let out a sigh, with a lump in her throat,
then sniffled and picked up the TV remote.
She surfed channel zero to channel one-ten
then went back to zero and started again.
She watched music videos, sitcoms and sports,
commercials and talkshows and weather reports.

But no fairy godmother came to her side
to offer a dress or a carriage to ride.
So Poor Cinderella’s been sitting there since,
while one of her stepsisters married the Prince.
She sits there and sadly complains to the screen,
if only her stepmother wasn’t so mean.

-Gloria Rall

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The stork is a bird with a great big bill; He brings us the babies whenever he will; Then comes the doctor, and when he is through You find that he has a big bill, too

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The stork is a bird with a great big bill; He brings us the babies whenever he will; Then comes the doctor, and when he is through You find that he has a big bill, too

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By: www.limerick-and-limericks.org
Rhyming poem
Zachary Rodgers

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By  Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun grows crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends .

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

-Vivian Geesbreght

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I love you so much
Lewis Raynes

I love you, you’re hot, you do it for me,
You’re perfect on the inside,
All warm and soft and deliciously round,
Your belt has sort of been pied,

And you come to the footy, and also the pub,
You warm me when I am in town,
You warm me in the cold winter months,
You’re a beautiful tanned sort of brown,

And I love sploshing you with all sorts of sauces,
Covering your top in a red,
You’re better than any McDonalds Big Mac,
I think you’re better than bread,

You’re my beautiful steak to beef  to chicken,
You can even be filled with lambs fry,
You’re my beautiful hand held wonderful food,
You’re my beautiful crispy meat pie.

Sebastian Payan

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Another Note From Mom
By: Diane Z. Shore
I sprang from bed and bumped my head
And stubbed my little toe
Then, jammed my fingers turning down the blaring radio.
I rubbed my bumps and bruises as the weather lady said,
"Today's the first of April, look for showers overhead"
I trudged downstairs to breakfast
Where my bad luck tagged along.
There taped up to the microwave,
Another note from Mom.
Good Morning Dear!
-Exclamation point-
She always starts out nice,
Now comes the part where I get fed her motherly advice
For breakfast dear, just help yourself
There's pizza in the fridge,
and as for soda choose the Sprite
The Coke has lost its fizz
"Is this a dream?" I said out loud
There must be some mistake
I'd better read that through again
I'm only half awake.
I scanned the lines not once
But twice. Yes pizza's what it said
And I could swallow that advice, so I read on ahead:
Please wear your faded jeans to school,
Those low-cut ones that flare
And use my mousse to do that sticky-up thing with your hair.
"Is she for real?!" I asked myself
What's gotten into Mom?
Whatever it was I liked it. Lots.
So, I continued on:
About that science quiz today,
That one on natural gas
Just tell your teacher
That's one subject you don't want to pass?!
Okay, I know I didn't read that right,
I couldn't have, no way!
But there it was in black and white
As plain as night and day!
And then it hit me why the change
Mom hadn't lost a screw
My worry-free philosophy
Had finally gotten through
Her rules had changed from lame to lax
My mom was cool at last!
These last few months of middle school
Were gonna be a blast!
I quickly read the last few lines
Enjoy your day at school!
And don't believe what you've just read
Or you're an April Fool.
-Emily Crenshaw

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Watch this video first and then move on to Elements of Poetry

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Start by watching this short video.

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Missing

by Anne Scott

I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glasses, I'm in need,
To have them now so I can read.
I loudly swear and I curse
Did I leave them in my purse?
Are they behind the sofa, under the bed?
Oh there they are - on my head!

posted by Mrs. Roark

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Add a poem to this wall that features atleast one of the five poetry elements featured in the video.

The title of the post should be the element being featured in the poem.  You may also add a voice clip or video of you reading the poem!

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Take notes in your spiral notebook as you watch the video below. There are a couple of questions you will answer as you go along.

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Edpuzzle video lesson. Make any video your lesson. Take a video and crop it, add your voice or embed questions at any point.