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Animals Are Weird by A.J. (a character in the book Ms. Coco is Loco by Dan Gutman; so really, Dan Gutman is the author)

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Animals Are Weird by A.J. (a character in the book Ms. Coco is Loco by Dan Gutman; so really, Dan Gutman is the author)

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Bats will sleep upside down in trees,
and elephants are the only creatures
that have four knees.
Clams start out as boys
and become girls later,
but crocodiles don’t become alligators!
For dinner an aardvark
will eat a termite,
and cats can see better
than humans at night.
A hummingbird is the smallest bird
and the only one that can fly backward.
Did you know a camel has three eyelids,
and mosquitoes don’t prefer to bite kids?
A beaver can hold its breath for five minutes,
and mackerels lay eggs
almost without limits.
You can hear a lion roar five miles away.
Most ants are dead by their sixtieth day.
A poor little owl can’t move its eye,
and if it eats chocolate, a parrot will die.
Did you know a walrus can get sunburned?
These are a few of the things that I learned.
You won’t see a dog or a cat
with a beard,
but animals, if you ask me,
are weird.

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Kathalina

By Julyette

Oh,kathalina you always make my day

you are like a Ant

you are always energetic

and always up to play

You make me happy as my bed ever could

You know me better than anyone ever could

During the day you make me smile

No matter the weather I always want to hang with you

You make me laugh no matter the hour

You make everything look so easy like you have magical powers

You make my day as pretty as flowers

You make me more confident every hour.

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Blanket! Oh Blanket! by Ruth Seneviratne (me)

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Blanket! Oh Blanket! by Ruth Seneviratne (me)

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I wrote this poem about Sylvia's blanket. It is a pastiche of Homework! Oh Homework! by Jack Prelutsky

Blanket! Oh, Blanket!

Sylvia loves you so

You keep her warm from head to toe!

If only you could

Be with her all day

Blanket! Oh, Blanket!

Make her say “Hooray!”

Before she got you

She despised bedtime

But now that she has you

She sleeps through free time

Bought at Costco

For just twenty bucks

Blanket! Oh, Blanket!

Your work is deluxe!

Blanket! Oh, Blanket!

You’re so awfully warm

You could keep Sylvia

Asleep through a storm!

If you disappeared,

She would be blue!

Blanket! Oh, Blanket!

Sylvia loves you!

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I stole the clouds

I have taken

the clouds

that were in

the sky

and which

you were waiting

for

the rain

Forgive me

they were so

soft and

so satisfyingly smooth

I wrote a pastiche poem in the style of “Rhythm” .

I chose this poem because I liked how it was simple yet so complex.

My poem is about the topic of  me pretending to steal the clouds.

The theme of my poem is that it makes you question what are clouds.

I used [Rhythm]. I chose these literary devices to emphasize the idea of what clouds are . The most challenging part of this poem was trying to find my rhythm and my groove to start writing .

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The nature makes me shine

like juicy wine

Trees swaying side by side

like a ocean waves going up and down

Grass is green

like a christmas tree

Lands are expanding

Like my heart is stranding

The sky is blue

just a like your clueless brain

Birds are flawless

like the darkness under your bed

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I do not see why
Poems are a waste of time
I do not like this

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I decided to choose this poem because it's describing to me how when your all alone, and have nothing to do, but don't want to get up and (for ex: follow ur dreams, or try to achieve it) she never grew up, she never accomplished anything. So this shows me how I should always follow my dreams.

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I choose this poem because it reminds me about how my best friend is always there for me when I’m feeling down and she always fixes my feelings from being sad to happy by being really funny and kind.

Kathalina p

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Thankful. I felt thankful that I had my very own dog who would love me no matter what.”
― Barbara O'Connor, Wish

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A life in progress by Krista O’Reilly Davi-Digui

Fear is loud and bossy.
She can be vicious at times.
And the worst of it is that
she often mingles truth with fiction.
But you must learn to challenge
the stories she feeds you.
You get to be the boss of your thoughts.
You can learn to question
whether or not
everything she tells you
is truth,
whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.
Since you have done the work
to deepen self-awareness
and self-compassion,
when she throws all your past failings
in your face you won’t crumble
because you already know you are imperfect…
AND you are beautiful
and resilient
and worthy
of building a
thoughtfully crafted life

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Aim High to the Sky by James McDonald

Aim high to the sky,
In all that you do.
Because you just never know,
What it takes to be you.

Be strong and be brave,
But at the same time be kind.
And always be sure,
That you’re using your mind.

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There Will Come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale

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There Will Come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale

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There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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The great sea

frees me, moves me,

as a strong river carries a weed.

Earth and her strong winds

move me, take me away,

and my soul is swept up in joy.

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Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson  

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Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson  

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Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

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There’s a poem in this place—
in the footfalls in the halls
in the quiet beat of the seats.
It is here, at the curtain of day,
where America writes a lyric
you must whisper to say.

There’s a poem in this place—
in the heavy grace,
the lined face of this noble building,
collections burned and reborn twice.

There’s a poem in Boston’s Copley Square
where protest chants
tear through the air
like sheets of rain,
where love of the many
swallows hatred of the few.
- Excerpt from In This Place (An American Lyric) by Amanda Gorman

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Bird Understandable
craig arnold

These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt
you have offered them
to me  I am only
giving them back
if only I could show you how very useless they are not

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i hate poetry
just kidding it is okay
5 more syllables

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“He took a few cups of love,” by Muhammad Ali

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“He took a few cups of love,” by Muhammad Ali

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He took a few cups of love.
He took one tablespoon of patience,
One teaspoon of generosity,
One pint of kindness.
He took one quart of laughter,
One pinch of concern.
And then, he mixed willingness with happiness.
He added lots of faith,
And he stirred it up well.
Then he spread it over a span of a lifetime,
And he served it to each and every deserving person he met.

This is one of my favorite poems about the legacy that we leave after we are gone. This week has been very stressful. This poem helps me think of important people in my life and how important it is to be kind to them and appreciate everything they are to me.

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“Para mi corazón basta tu pecho,
para tu libertad bastan mis alas.
Desde mi boca llegará hasta el cielo
lo que estaba dormido sobre tu alma.

Es en ti la ilusión de cada día.
Llegas como el rocío a las corolas.
Socavas el horizonte con tu ausencia.
Eternamente en fuga como la ola.

He dicho que cantabas en el viento
como los pinos y como los mástiles.
Como ellos eres alta y taciturna.
Y entristeces de pronto como un viaje.

Acogedora como un viejo camino.
Te pueblan ecos y voces nostálgicas.
Yo desperté y a veces emigran y huyen
pájaros que dormían en tu alma.

”

Excerpt From
Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada
Pablo Neruda & Sam Vaseghi
https://books.apple.com/us/book/veinte-poemas-de-amor-y-una-canci%C3%B3n-desesperada/id1498829218
This material may be protected by copyright.

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In an effort to get people to look

into each other’s eyes more,

and also to appease the mutes,

the government has decided

to allot each person exactly one hundred

and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear

without saying hello. In the restaurant

I point at chicken noodle soup.

I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,

proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.

I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,

I know she’s used up all her words,

so I slowly whisper I love you

thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line

and listen to each other breathe.

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Pool of warm honey
I’m always drowning in you
I don’t seem to mind

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adrienne rich
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light and if the snow
begins to fall outside filling the branches
and if the night falls without announcement
there are the pleasures of winter
sudden, wild and delicate your fingers
exact my tongue exact at the same moment
stopping to laugh at a joke
my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter

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Mr. C
COmes around
every so often.
Sometimes he sits calmly by my side
Others... he tears my room apart
But each time he comes bareing a lesson.

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She spent a life building walls then sat there in her lonely wondering why nothing grew .

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Natalie Flores - A random poem found on google

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Natalie Flores - A random poem found on google

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Look closely at the present you are constructing It should luck like the future you are dreaming - Alice Walker

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Sometimes short poems are the hardest to write change one word and the whole poem avocados - Atticus

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Timothee Chalamet is so hot
So hot it should be bad
so hot it makes me cry
so hot i melt
so hot
so hot
sooooooo hooooot

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“I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

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“I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

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I smudge my eyeliner as my tears run through my face
I feel like no one will ever want me in their space
At the end of the day i'm all alone
Just how I like it as an edgy teenage boy

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Sometimes the short poems are the hardest to write, change one word and the poem avocados. -Atticus.

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in the garden
tulips grow
straight and golden
in a row
each one holds
its empty cup
drinking rain
and sunshine up

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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses

And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

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how much could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck would

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how much could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck would

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I forgot the rest