Features of poems by Jonathan Burnhill

Assonance is the repetition of a vowel sound in a phrase or a sentence.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:10:47 UTC

He locked the box with the rocks.
Men sell the wedding bells.

Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds in a phrase or a sentence.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:11:41 UTC

Touch the peach on the beach.
All’s well that ends well.

Alliteration is when you use words that have the same sound at the beginning.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:13:20 UTC

Stellar students synthesize sweet sentences

A rhyme is when the ending sounds of two words sound alike.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:13:47 UTC

Mouse" and "house" or "complain" and "sustain.

When exaggeration is used for effect.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:14:58 UTC

Our team is the most incredible group of humans ever to walk the earth.

A comparison between two unlike things using the words “like” or “as”.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:16:11 UTC

A direct comparison between two unlike things. It does not use “like”or “as.”

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:16:31 UTC

the formation of a word from a sound associated with what is named.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:16:50 UTC

cuckoo, sizzle

Refrain is a poetic device that repeats, at regular intervals, in different stanzas.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:17:41 UTC

The Aim Was Song

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:20:58 UTC

by Robert Frost
Before man came to blow it right

The wind once blew itself untaught,

And did its loudest day and night

In any rough place where it caught.

Mr J

Poetry Foundation

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:23:14 UTC

Children's Section

Family Friendly Poems

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 01:32:00 UTC

I have to write a poem.

2019-03-21 03:21:24 UTC

I have to write a poem,
but i really don't know how.
so maybe i'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb like cow.

Snowball

2019-03-21 03:21:25 UTC

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.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/snowball-by-shel-silverstein

Emily Jin

Sick

2019-03-21 03:21:49 UTC

Shel Silverstein

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/sick-by-shel-silverstein
Justin

The aim was song

2019-03-21 03:23:05 UTC

by Robert Frost

Before man came to blow it right

The wind once blew itself untaught,

And did its loudest day and night

In any rough place where it caught.
Kevin

The Life Of A Cupcake

s141162 — 2019-03-21 03:23:47 UTC

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.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-life-of-a-cupcake
Sissi Yin

No breathing in class (excerpt) by Michael Rosen

RosaTheBird — 2019-03-21 03:23:56 UTC

"No breathing!" [Takes deep breath and holds]
The weak ones, Ka-bum, ka-bum, ka-bum.
The whiny ones, "Miss, can I go out and do some breathing?"
"No, you've got all playtime to do it!"

Poems Jonathan

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:24:00 UTC

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2019-03-21 03:24:00 UTC

Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHI wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

2019-03-21 03:24:01 UTC

Jean

Life Madness

2019-03-21 03:24:03 UTC

Azuo

Spring

2019-03-21 03:24:04 UTC

by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush

Poems

s140191 — 2019-03-21 03:24:28 UTC

By Gracie

MUSTN'TS (Shel Silverstein)

2019-03-21 03:25:00 UTC

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT'S
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/listen-to-the-mustnts-by-shel-silverstein
Justin

Television

mikecraft666_xue — 2019-03-21 03:25:03 UTC

By Roald Dahl
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/television/

Your Teeth

2019-03-21 03:25:09 UTC

By Denise Rogers
Your teeth are like stars;

They come out at night.

They come back at dawn

When they're ready to bite

Source:
https://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-simile-poems.html.

Apple

Azuo

2019-03-21 03:25:13 UTC

She sells seashells on the sea shore.

Homework! Oh homework!

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:25:29 UTC

Homework ! Oh homework !
I hate you ! You stink!
I wish I would wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb would explode you in bits
Oh homework! oh homework! your giving me fits.
I'd rather take baths, with man-eating sharks,
or wrestle a lion,
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
Then tackle the homework,
my teacher assigns.
Oh homework ! oh homework ! You're last on my list,
I simply can't see
why you even exist,
if you just dissappeard

it will tickle me pink.
Oh homework ! Oh homework!
I hate you ! You stink !
Kiran

Betty Botter

2019-03-21 03:25:29 UTC

Mother Goose poem
Betty Botter bought some butter,
"But," she said, "the butter's bitter;
If I put it in my batter,
It will make my batter bitter;
But a bit of better butter,
That would make my batter better."
So she bought a bit of butter,
Better than her bitter butter,
And she put it in her batter,
And the batter was not bitter;
So it was better that Betty Botter
Bought a bit of better butter

Zoey

Audrey

2019-03-21 03:25:36 UTC

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

Peanut-Butter Sandwich

s141162 — 2019-03-21 03:25:43 UTC

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peanut-butter-sandwich/
Sissi Yin

Homework

2019-03-21 03:25:46 UTC

You wonder why we cry and whine

It's because homework is a waste of time

We're not stupid, we know the junk

But when school's out we like to get on our funk

Straight "A" students are failing your class

They have too much homework, so they don't pass.

Jacob

Poems Jason

2019-03-21 03:25:48 UTC

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/children

Caged bird

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:25:54 UTC

Maya Angelou
The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
Jonathan Xu

A Boat

2019-03-21 03:25:56 UTC

BY RICHARD BRAUTIGAN
O beautiful

was the werewolf

in his evil forest.

We took him

to the carnival

and he started

crying

Jack

Noise

2019-03-21 03:25:58 UTC

Billy is blowing his trumpet;
Bertie is banging a tin;
Betty is crying for Mummy
And Bob has pricked Ben with a pin.
Baby is crying out loudly;
He's out on the lawn in his pram.
I am the only one silent
And I've eaten all of the jam.

Anon

Chenfei Lv

Time

2019-03-21 03:26:23 UTC

The 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,

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

by:Gillian

The life of a cup cake

2019-03-21 03:26:30 UTC

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.

james

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/assonance

2019-03-21 03:26:30 UTC

What am I? by unknown

2019-03-21 03:26:55 UTC

Azuo

Let's Preserve Our Nature

2019-03-21 03:26:56 UTC

Mother Nature is trying her best
To give nothing but beautifulness,
But what do we do?
Make her a mess.
Emily Jin

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/lets-preserve-our-nature

Time

Xuanchen — 2019-03-21 03:27:16 UTC

By Erin Friedrichs

The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,
"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.

Xuanchen

Found it from a random place

RosaTheBird — 2019-03-21 03:27:26 UTC

She sells sea-shells by the shore

The white bark writhed and sputtered like a fish

2019-03-21 03:27:29 UTC

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Of her still body. . . there sprang a little blaze. . .

A pack of hounds, the flame swept up the flue!—
Samuel Wang

Bells

2019-03-21 03:27:52 UTC

Edger Allen Poe

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
Zoey

Annabel Lee

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 03:27:58 UTC

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

By: Larissa

Inelegant

tiferet_7 — 2019-03-21 03:28:23 UTC

Vicki L. Stafford
It is time
To rhyme a rhyme
A poem I must write

Pen is poised
But so much noise
My mind is like a kite

Poetry
As you shall see
For me is like a fight

I insist
I clench my fist
I better do this right

I try this
And I try that
I try with all my might

Coffee cup
Time's almost up
I will be up all night

No delay
It's due today
It's dawn, I see the light

Much time spent
Inelegant
Please understand my plight

So

Here ya go
You need to know
Submitted filled with fright

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/inelegant

What if (Shel Siverstein)

2019-03-21 03:28:24 UTC

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again
Justin

Poems MIKE

mikecraft666_xue — 2019-03-21 03:28:34 UTC

https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/

Happy Trails to Cancer shirt

2019-03-21 03:28:47 UTC

By Sam french
It was purchased just for you,
when you're happy or you're blue,
you can wear it on your head,
'round the house or in your bed,

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

james

Recess! Oh,Recess

2019-03-21 03:29:07 UTC

DARREN SARDELLI

Recess! Oh, Recess!

You’re first on our list.

We’d be in despair

if you didn’t exist.

Jason

A worm in my pocket

2019-03-21 03:29:28 UTC

By jodee Samano
One rainy day on my way home from school,
I found a big worm and thought it was cool.

Kevin
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-worm-in-my-pocket

First Men on the Moon

2019-03-21 03:29:33 UTC

BY J. PATRICK LEWIS
Their spidery spaceship, Eagle, dropped

Down gently on the lunar sand.

And when the module's engines stopped,

Rapt silence fell across the land.
Jack

Listen To The MUSTN'TS

2019-03-21 03:29:41 UTC

By Shel Silverstein
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT'S
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be
Emily Jin
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/listen-to-the-mustnts-by-shel-silverstein

Let's Preserve Our Nature

2019-03-21 03:29:44 UTC

Let's make her the best
By polluting less and less,
And preserve her green dress
For our kids and the rest.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/lets-preserve-our-nature
Apple

Returning To The Astral Nest 1. The story started in sunshine on the sea shore2. in reminiscent ambience like the French Riviera3. where the colors of sunset were painting horizon.

2019-03-21 03:29:54 UTC

Jean

The feast of Famine

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:29:58 UTC

Robert Louis Stevenson
From folk that sat on the terrace and drew out the even long

Sudden crowings of laughter, monotonous drone of song;

The quiet passage of souls over his head in the trees;

And from all around the haven the crumbling thunder of seas."

Farewell, my home," said Rua. "Farewell, O quiet seat!

To-morrow in all your valleys the drum of death shall beat.

Jonathan

Swish Went the Fish

Xuanchen — 2019-03-21 03:30:14 UTC

By Kelly Roper

Swish, swish, swish,
Went the little goldfish
As he swam around his bowl.

Xuanchen

James Edward Lee

tiferet_7 — 2019-03-21 03:30:24 UTC

I AM SO THANKFUL TO BE THE LIGHT--

Oh!~ Lord I am so thank-full and if you ask me to give you my Love I will 
With raised up arms and hands
With my lips and mouth
I am so thankful to be the light
I shall, sing your praises
I shall, speak your words
To the populace..
Lord I am so thank-full
That you have granted me life though!
I want my light to shine
Will you be my beacon?
And I will lead others toe the waters
Like a deer that thirst
Oh! Lord renew me I am so thankful to be the Light

In a Garden

2019-03-21 03:30:41 UTC

Amy Lowell
Splashing down moss-tarnished steps

It falls, the water;

And the air is throbbing with it;

With its gurgling and running;

With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.
Jacob

Peanut-Butter Sandwich (Shel Siverstein)

2019-03-21 03:30:46 UTC

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

Justin

Gillian

2019-03-21 03:30:55 UTC

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

Weeping Willow ows bellowseeping sorrows billowbeneath boughs of weeping willowbut don’t swallow wallow, willowsweep it, branches, away from hollow what willows follow, allow…

2019-03-21 03:30:56 UTC

Story Telling

2019-03-21 03:31:03 UTC

By Edgar Guest
And then I buzz like angry bees
And sting him on his nose and knees
And howl in pain, till mother cries:
"That pair will never shut their eyes,
While all that noise up there you make;
You're simply keeping them awake."
And then they whisper: "Just one more,"
And once again I'm forced to roar.
Emily Jin
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/story-telling-by-edgar-albert-guest

Unknown

2019-03-21 03:31:05 UTC

by unknown

the singing in the living, listening heart

tells love in whispers; and the heart is always

listening; for that heart is always bliss; all

hearts in all ways, blest by ceaseless love;

the blaze of bliss in life is our soul’s singing;

this peace, our life as winging gift that’s blest;

its light brings love, sings peace, and brims the heart.

The Game of Life by unknown

2019-03-21 03:31:05 UTC

Azuo

poem types Zoey

2019-03-21 03:31:22 UTC

https://examples.yourdictionary.com

Gillian

2019-03-21 03:31:28 UTC

Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze. That's what made these three free fleas sneeze.

2019-03-21 03:31:37 UTC

American poets

RosaTheBird — 2019-03-21 03:31:42 UTC

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems

JOYFUL JOVIAL JESUS IS LORD-- Joyful, Jesus-is liege, loving Lord Just Jealous, jovial Jesus loves, lean Lord

2019-03-21 03:31:45 UTC

Jean

Mosquito

2019-03-21 03:31:56 UTC

BY J. PATRICK LEWIS
You could hear 'em goin' HOLY!

You could hear 'em goin' WHACK!

You could hear 'em cuss and holler,

Goin' smack, smack, smack.
Jack

Alligator Pie

2019-03-21 03:32:04 UTC

non poet
Alligator pie, alligator pie,
if i don't get some
I think I'm going to cry.
Give away the green grass,
give away the sky .
But don't give away my alligator pie
Samuel Wang

Shape of a Greyhound by unknown

2019-03-21 03:32:06 UTC

Azuo

Wind in the pillow

2019-03-21 03:32:08 UTC

By Samantha G. Faulkner
You will not believe it when I tell you now
What happened last night, more importantly how.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/
James

Mighty Oak

2019-03-21 03:32:36 UTC

Stand tall, oh mighty oak, for all the world to see.
Your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.
Though storm clouds hover above you,
Your branches span the sky
In search of the radiant sunlight you
Count on to survive.
When the winds are high and restless and
You lose a limb or two,
It only makes you stronger.
We could learn so much from you.
Though generations have come and gone
And brought about such change,
Quietly you've watched them all,
Yet still remained the same.
I only pray God gives to me
The strength he's given you
To face each day with hope,
Whether skies are black or blue.
Life on earth is truly a gift.
Every moment we must treasure.
It's the simple things we take for granted
That become our ultimate pleasures.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mighty-oak

By:Gillian

A Simile Like Love, A Metaphor Is Love

mikecraft666_xue — 2019-03-21 03:32:48 UTC

Love is an open clear pool
where no hate can dare swim
love is a captured sunset
where the warmth never grows dim

https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/metaphor/

Mike

Chocolate cake

2019-03-21 03:33:14 UTC

"Friends are like chocolate cake

You can never have too many.

Chocolate cake is like heaven -

Always amazing you with each taste or feeling.

Chocolate cake is like life with so many different pieces.

Chocolate cake is like happiness, you can never get enough of it."

source
https://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-simile-poems.html

Audrey

My Poetry Soup Avatar Is Me I say this with excitement. The star in my avatar is me,Wearing a black hoodie that makes me happy.It has white tigers on the front at breast level.Cut off in the photo, but these tigers gave me my sassy attitude.

2019-03-21 03:33:37 UTC

jean

Fireworks by unknown

2019-03-21 03:33:43 UTC

Azuo

Personification is a figure of speech in which a thing – an idea or an animal – is given human attributes.

jonburnhill — 2019-03-21 03:34:14 UTC

The wind whispered through dry grass.

The flowers danced in the gentle breeze.

Time and tide wait for none.
The fire swallowed the entire forest.

Trees

s140191 — 2019-03-21 03:34:18 UTC

By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Gracie 5C

Inelegant

2019-03-21 03:34:27 UTC

By Vicki L. Stafford
It is time
To rhyme a rhyme
A poem I must write
james

Indian Ink“Indian Accent”Hear the whispers insideChanting from long agoEchoes come and goLosing time in a soft eternal glowA beautiful and delicate autumn mountain sceneDry blue eyes... jean

2019-03-21 03:34:44 UTC

The Forsaken Merman

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 03:34:53 UTC

Come, dear children, let us away;

Down and away below!

Now my brothers call from the bay,

Now the great winds shoreward blow,

Now the salt tides seaward flow;

Now the wild white horses play,

Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

Children dear, let us away!

This way, this way!

By: Larissa

The Sunshine by Shilch

2019-03-21 03:34:54 UTC

Azuo

Caged Bird (Maya angelo)

2019-03-21 03:34:58 UTC

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still

Song of Myself

2019-03-21 03:35:13 UTC

Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,

I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,

Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,

I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,

Hoping to cease not till death.
Jacob

Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach!

tiferet_7 — 2019-03-21 03:35:14 UTC

by Emily Dickinson
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That "heaven" is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!

Earth Day

majackcy — 2019-03-21 03:35:39 UTC

BY JANE YOLEN
I am the Earth

And the Earth is me.

Each blade of grass,

Each honey tree,

Each bit of mud,

And stick and stone

Is blood and muscle,

Skin and bone.
Jack

The Love Birds - In Trump's own words Chuck and Nancy quite the coupleThey work in tandem and speak as one,Like two fly’s buzzing in unisonInto my space have they now come. Jean

2019-03-21 03:35:48 UTC

Found it from the Dictionary

2019-03-21 03:35:49 UTC

Becky's beagle barked and bayed, becoming bothersome for Billy.
Can you keep the cat from clawing the couch? It's creating chaos.
Dan's dog dove deep in the dam, drinking dirty water as he dove.
Fred's friends fried Fritos for Friday's food.
Greedy goats gobbled up gooseberries, getting good at grabbing the goodies.
Hannah's home has heat now, hopefully.
Jackrabbits jump and jiggle jauntily.
Kim's kid kept kicking like crazy.
Larry's lizard likes lounging in the sun.
Mike made mellow music with his new microphone.
Nick's nephew needed some new notebooks.
Peter's piglet pranced priggishly.
Quincy's quilters quit quilting quickly.
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer rose rapidly into the air.
Seven sisters slept soundly on the sand.
Tim took tons of tools to make toys for the tots.
Vivien is very vixen-like and vexing.
While walking wearily home I wondered where Wally was.
Yarvis yanked his ankle at yoga, and Yolanda yelled out in surprise.
Zachary zeroed in on zoo keeping as a career.

Emily Jin

My Sister's Rocking Chair

2019-03-21 03:36:11 UTC

Over in the corner sits an empty rocking chair,
Yet, my mind's eye can still picture her there,
Gently rocking to and fro at a slow steady pace,
Wearing a soft loving glow upon her sweet face;
As the rocking seemed to carry her worries away,
And eased the painful weariness of the long day.

My sister's old rocking chair sits so quietly now,
But seems to revive my grieving heart some how;
For it stirs fond memories of talks we once had,
Which gave us such comfort when we were sad,
Or helped us recall funny stories of childhood years,
That brought glorious laughter mixed with joyful tears.

To many it's just an old forgotten chair in the corner,
But it is so much more to this solemn mourner;
For it is where a beloved sister would often sit,
Sharing her humorous stories with charming wit,
Or giving advice that came from a compassionate soul,
Oh, how these lovely memories now serve to console.

Sometimes I will sit in my sister's rocking chair,
At moments when missing her is too much to bear,
And I need to feel closer to the kind generous heart,
To which I was forever bonded from my life's start;
She was my most trusted confidante and loving friend,
Who I will always cherish beyond my life's end.

How lonely and forlorn that old chair seems to be,
But I realize it's not the chair that is lonely - only me!
For I miss the dear sister who once graced the chair,
Oh, how I wish she was still quietly sitting there;
Gently rocking to and fro at a slow steady pace,
Wearing a soft loving glow upon her sweet face.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-sisters-rocking-chair

By Belinda Stotler

Chenfei Lv

The Old Man and the House Mouse

Xuanchen — 2019-03-21 03:36:19 UTC

By Kelly Roper

The little mouse scurried around the house
Like a thief who snuck in one night.
His munching and crunching made so much noise,
The old man woke up and turned on the light.

Xuanchen

Family Friend Poem

s141162 — 2019-03-21 03:36:46 UTC

Gillian

2019-03-21 03:36:57 UTC

"Your teeth are like stars;

They come out at night.

They come back at dawn

When they're ready to bite."

I Am Your Pudding I am your pudding - dive in and demolish me!I bring you ecstacy, yet you admonish me,"BAD!" you say, "FAT!" you say, "GUILT!" you say, "CALORIES!"Who wants a life though that's rice-cake-and-salady?

2019-03-21 03:37:04 UTC

Dinnertime Chorus

2019-03-21 03:37:06 UTC

The teapot sang as the water boiled

The ice cubes cackled in their glass
the teacups chattered to one another.
While the chairs were passing gas
The gravy gurgled merrily
As the oil danced in a pan.
Oh my dinnertime chorus
What a lovely, lovely clan!

Audrey

Unknown by unknown

2019-03-21 03:37:52 UTC

Azuo

Twinkle twinkle little star

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:37:53 UTC

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Kiran

Mom & Dad Are HomeSlam! Slam!Go the car doors. Jangle! Jangle!Go the house keys.Jiggle! Jiggle!Go the keys in the door.Squeak!Goes the front door! Thump! Thump!That is me running down the stairs.Guess what?Mom and Dad are home!!

2019-03-21 03:38:00 UTC

Jean

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

2019-03-21 03:38:19 UTC

To His Coy Mistress

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:38:28 UTC

andrew marvell
A hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast; But thirty thousand to the rest.

Jonathan Xu

still i rise

2019-03-21 03:38:35 UTC

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

jeremy

Rose Painted

2019-03-21 03:38:43 UTC

By Paige

If I were a Rose painted black,
would you cast me aside
like blackened, burnt rice?
Would my color tarnish my sweet smell?

If I were a Rose painted black,
would the richness of my ebony petals
make me unworthy
of being called
a Rose?

If I were a Rose painted white,
would my ivory petals be worth more than silver?
Would my sweet smell captivate
a room welcomingly?

If I were just a Rose,
sweet-smelling and vibrant
and your mind was blind...
would my color matter?

Emily
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/rose-painted

War of the words

2019-03-21 03:39:07 UTC

By Wendy Clay
Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't wing,
Grocers don't grocer and ushers don't ash,
And why is a rear called a too sh, not a tush?...

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/
james

Spring Kids by Bree Cristen

2019-03-21 03:39:47 UTC

Azuo

Morning Warming

majackcy — 2019-03-21 03:40:05 UTC

BY JOYCE SIDMAN Jack

Charity shown on cruel crossto give us life, HE suffered losspurchased for my soul, curingLove is commitment enduring.Two a.m, she hops out of bedwipes cool cloth on her child’s headselfless actions are ensuringLove is commitment enduring.He no longer knows she’s his wifebut vow she made to keep for liferest home visits are assuringLove is commitment enduring.Charity shown on cruel crossLove is commitment enduring.

2019-03-21 03:40:09 UTC

Jean

Seashells

s141162 — 2019-03-21 03:40:36 UTC

She sells sea shells on the seashore. The seashells she sells are seashells she is sure.
Sissi Yin

Fireworks!!!!!!

2019-03-21 03:40:37 UTC

Audrey 5c

Old Mac Donald had a farm

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:40:49 UTC

Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a cow
E-I-E-I-O
With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there
Here a moo, there a moo
Everywhere a moo moo
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a pig
E-I-E-I-O
With a oink oink here
And a oink oink there
Here a oink, there a oink
Everywhere a oink oink
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a duck
E-I-E-I-O
With a quack quack here
And a quack quack there
Here a quack, there a quack
Everywhere a quack quack
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a horse
E-I-E-I-O
With a neigh neigh here
And a neigh neigh there
Here a neigh, there a neigh
Everywhere a neigh neigh
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a lamb
E-I-E-I-O
With a baa baa here
And a baa baa there
Here a baa, there a baa
Everywhere a baa baa
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had some chickens
E-I-E-I-O
With a cluck cluck here
And a cluck cluck there
Here a cluck, there a cluck
Everywhere a cluck cluck
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-OOOOOOO.........
Kiran

Thanksgiving

2019-03-21 03:41:04 UTC

A mountain of baby carrots,
a turkey the size of a cow.
a river full of gravy
a dog that says meow
Every pie known to man
and gallons full of ice cream.
By the time my dinner is over
I surely won’t be lean.
Jacob

Zoey

2019-03-21 03:41:13 UTC

English Is A Pane

2019-03-21 03:41:16 UTC

Englksh Is A Pane

By Alan

Giving Tree

2019-03-21 03:41:18 UTC

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said
the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?'
'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.

Justin

rhyming couplet

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:41:18 UTC

Shakespear

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Jonathan Xu

We're Going on a Bear Hunt

mikecraft666_xue — 2019-03-21 03:41:18 UTC

By Michel Rosen

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it!

MIKE X

Common Cold

2019-03-21 03:41:19 UTC

By Ogden Nash
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/
James

The Bells

2019-03-21 03:41:22 UTC

by Edgar Allan Poe

Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!

-------Gillian

Rain

tiferet_7 — 2019-03-21 03:41:29 UTC

Anonymous
Rain races onto the porch
Hitting hard like
Rockets rushing in a race to the glass.
Rattling rain, rattling the window panes.
The droplets dance daintily
Until they cleverly connect in
A pool of promise for a rainbow.

Winter

2019-03-21 03:41:48 UTC

By Olivia Kooker
If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
Winter would spend the night by sitting in the snow waiting for morning so children could come out to play.
Eily Jin

The Sleeper by Edgar Allen

2019-03-21 03:42:23 UTC

Azuo

We're Going on a bear hunt

2019-03-21 03:42:26 UTC

We're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.

Uh-oh!
Grass. Long wavy grass.

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy!

We're going on a bear hunt.
We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.

Uh-oh!
A river! A deep, cold river.

We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Splash splosh! Splash splosh! Splash splosh!

Jason

Song of the Son

majackcy — 2019-03-21 03:42:30 UTC

BY JEAN TOOMER
Pour O pour that parting soul in song,

O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,

Into the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,

And let the valley carry it along.

And let the valley carry it along.
Jack

The Glass E

2019-03-21 03:42:33 UTC

By Patricia A Stephens
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
And landed in her beer...

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/
James

Winter

2019-03-21 03:42:52 UTC

by Olivia Kooker

If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
Winter would spend the night by sitting in the snow waiting for morning so children could come out to play.

--------Gillian

Your Teeth

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:42:58 UTC

Denise Rogers

Your teeth are like stars;

They come out at night.

They come back at dawn

When they're ready to bite.

Jonathan Xu

HOPE

2019-03-21 03:43:08 UTC

Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

The Sick Rose

s141162 — 2019-03-21 03:43:21 UTC

O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43682/the-sick-rose
Sissi Yin

English Is A Pane

2019-03-21 03:43:29 UTC

By Alan Balter
Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass
An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass
It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight
Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

A

The Mask

2019-03-21 03:44:09 UTC

look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me.
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.

It tells of my youth and girlish ways, my adolescents and my young womans dreams.

It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/choosing-the-mask
Jacob

Name that poem

2019-03-21 03:44:11 UTC

Audrey 5c

‘Fire in the window’

majackcy — 2019-03-21 03:44:21 UTC

BY MARY MAPES DODGE
Fire in the window! flashes in the pane!

Fire on the roof-top! blazing weather-vane!

Turn about, weather-vane! put the fire out!

The sun’s going down, sir, I haven’t a doubt.
Jack

Audrey

2019-03-21 03:44:45 UTC

Mighty Oak
Stand tall, oh mighty oak, for all the world to see.
Your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.
Though storm clouds hover above you,
Your branches span the sky

Source:

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/other/metaphor/

Hey diddle diddle

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:45:05 UTC

Mother goose

Hey diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Jonathan Xu

Dear Heroin

2019-03-21 03:45:05 UTC

I am angry...

You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.

At this point in time I didn't know who or what you turned me into,
But you made it impossible to get through days without you.

You had control of my body now, and if I didn't choose you,
you made me feel so sick to where I was helpless, not knowing what to do.

By now I started doing the things I swore I would never do,
lying and stealing off the people who didn't mean a thing to you.

You had me convinced that throughout my life you were determined to stay,
that I did not have that option of turning and walking away.

Before you know it, everyone I loved saw this side of me that was hurting them inside.
Every time they questioned, I did what you taught me to do...lie.

I wanted to let you go and get you out of my way,
so scared to tell someone, imagining what they would say.

Don't want to be judged, it was a decision I would have to make,
but I've wasted so much time; it was a little too late.

Being put in jail was something I knew it was going to come down to,
but it made me free of relief knowing that I could not get to you.

It was a struggle, but a worthwhile fight
because now I am in control and you are out of my life.

Being sober turned me into the person I've always wanted to be,
and that was the one day you were praying I would never see.

Now I am doing the good things I never imagined myself to do,
and proudly I can say I am doing them without you.

But I still love You

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/dear-heroin-addicted-to-heroin

Bear hunt

2019-03-21 03:45:10 UTC

Like Stars in the Sky

2019-03-21 03:45:16 UTC

Michele Meleen
Friends are like the stars in the sky,
always there even when you can't see them.

They shine brightly in dark times,
guiding me as the North Star does for travelers.

In daylight, they blend in,
a natural part of my every day.

Jacob

What can we do?

2019-03-21 03:46:19 UTC

By Bill Keen

What does it take to shut down the dialers					 
who feed on our ears and our patience?
O What does it take? 
How can we shut down the pleas for support,
the electric voices that bother our phones 
just as we sit down for dinner?
What does it take?
Why say there’s no hope?

James

Takea Poem to Lunch

2019-03-21 03:46:44 UTC

Denise Rodgers
I’d love to take a poem to lunch
or treat it to a wholesome brunch
of fresh cut fruit and apple crunch.
I’d spread it neatly on the cloth
beside a bowl of chicken broth
and watch a mug of root beer froth.
Jacob

The sick

2019-03-21 03:47:18 UTC

O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43682/the-sick-rose
Justin

What Am I?

2019-03-21 03:47:20 UTC

I’m bigger than the entire earth

More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have tried
Not one could ever stop me.
I control each person with my hand
and hold up fleets of ships.
I can make them bend to my will
with one word from my lips.
I’m the greatest power in the world
in this entire nation.
No one should ever try to stop
a child’s imagination.

Audrey 5C

The day the stranger came

2019-03-21 03:48:20 UTC

The day the stranger came, we bade
goodbye to our mad sanity,
Our high hopes for humanity
traipsed off in treachery’s parade.

james

At the Fireworks

2019-03-21 03:48:20 UTC

Kelly Roper

Whoosh.. Boom!
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Ooo! Ah!

Whoosh... Boom!
Sqeal, squeal, squeal.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Whoosh... Boom!
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
Oh! Ah! Ooo!

Boom, boom, boom-a-da-boom!
Boom-a-da-boom, boom, boom!
Ooo, ah, oh, ooo, aaaaah!

Morte D'Arthur

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:48:33 UTC

Alfred Tennyson
I heard the ripple washing in the reeds
And the wild water lapping on the crag
Jonathan Xu

How do I mend this broken heart,When my entire world has fallen apart?How do I find hope in a brand new day, When the one I love has broken me away?My mind overflows with memories of you, Of all that we've sharedAnd all that we knew.I long for your touch and your warm embrace,The look in your eyes, The smile on your face.My nightmares are filled with your soft gentle kiss.I wake and cry, for all that I miss. How do I mend this broken heart, When my one true love and I are apart?Our moments together were a precious few,Friday fright night had a sacred hue. Those hazy nights with you meant more than you know. I loved you then and I always will, Even though you broke my heart and threw it away. Twice I recall, but I said it was okay. Can't you see I love you still? One night of star staring on a small dry hill.You promised you'd never leave me, Not once, not again, But trusting you was twice the sin. You can tell me you're sorry because I'm dumb to believe The words from your mouth are sacred to me.You cut me with love not for all to see, You killed with pain the heart inside of me. Rhythmic actions of heart break were made, But you hypnotized me with your so called love haze. Call me blind, But he told me his prescription of love could help me see. I saw alright, the monster you became, Making me cry from relentless shame.Lies were told and I became an image of you,But my appearance was the same. I bit the the love curb, but my neck did not break.You were stuck with the monster that your untrue love helped make. A creature I was called, You no longer knew my name, It's better that way, but darling it's a bitch I became.Next time don't cheat and lie on the monster you make, For she is smart and she will learn your ways. Did you forget I became exactly like you? I was only as good as gum on your DC shoe. I notice the little things.I know, I told you, So why'd you believe my threats were untrue?I'll make your life hell.It's called revenge, my sweet. Don't be surprised when you wake up missing teeth.I'm not so innocent when you've broken my heart. Are you sorry yet for the hurt that you caused? Are you scared yet, because this plan has no pause. I hope that you feel my pain and so much worse, And I finally realized his love was a curse.

2019-03-21 03:48:46 UTC

Audrey

2019-03-21 03:49:17 UTC

Mole (Anonymous)

2019-03-21 03:49:47 UTC

A baby mole got to feeling big,
And wanted to show how he could dig;
So he plowed along in the soft, warm dirt
Till he hit something hard, and it surely hurt!

Justin

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:49:57 UTC

Kiran

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

majackcy — 2019-03-21 03:49:59 UTC

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
Jack

Earth

2019-03-21 03:50:16 UTC

Friend and foe
You cuddle 
Water you guzzle 
When it drizzles you puddle 
When you clap it quakes, rumbles

james

Life of a cupcake

RosaTheBird — 2019-03-21 03:51:00 UTC

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.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/funny/rhyme/

O Cauldron, don’t distressFor those who put you in trouble,Under the sky, below the heather;Whose bones and blood, now dry and dust,O Cauldron, don’t distress.

2019-03-21 03:51:38 UTC

Jacob

O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:51:59 UTC

JAMES LAUGHLIN
How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a love cave around her face. Return and return again.

How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.

How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes played like little tunnies. Return and return again.

How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of her childhood. Return and return again.

How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.

How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like two spoons. Return and return again.

How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they had ever seen. Return and return again.

O best of all nights, return and return again.

Jonathan Xu

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:52:40 UTC

Kiran

Real change

2019-03-21 03:52:46 UTC

I don’t know that Time
can be measured in time--
I mean, sometimes we
run out of time
before we realize
the clock is ticking…
so, maybe we should
just give it away from
the get-go;
few would turn it down
having come to the same
understanding as ourselves
as to the purpose 
of its true value--
as God knew right from
the beginning, to see any
good and lasting change
seems to require an
eternity….

james

2019-03-21 03:53:06 UTC

jason

The Life Of A Cupcake

2019-03-21 03:53:17 UTC

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.
Applae

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-life-of-a-cupcake

Like Ice- The Waltz

s140191 — 2019-03-21 03:53:29 UTC

By Black Ice
Sorrow flows from the first sunrise
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before
At core death awaits

Gracie

Rise

2019-03-21 03:53:49 UTC

This life, a rough-and-tumble roadblock
       We have no choice but to trudge through
         A razor's edge we all walk, day by day
            Not knowing when it will trip us up
                     And it will, inevitably
            This life, a vast rugged terrain
                   A bed of roses, it is not
            Oftentimes it does knock us down
                     But not for long
           Whenever we fall flat on our faces
              We always rise up in one piece
        There is no excuse to lie on the ground
            As though it's a comfortable bed
     So whenever you tumble and fall in the dirt
            Rise like the Phoenix that you are
            Rise to your feet, instantaneously
                         Dust yourself off
                   And keep soldiering on!

james

Cinder GirlAn ember sparked will softly glow,and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.I once was cinder, sparked by you,first timid. . . till the flames... j . jean

2019-03-21 03:54:10 UTC

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:54:29 UTC

Kiran

2019-03-21 03:54:53 UTC

jason

Then and

2019-03-21 03:54:58 UTC

Currently, they're estranged. The state
Of their union has become a lopsided scale
A seesaw going up, down, up, down
Their marriage, like water never seeking
Its own level. One gives, and the other takes

james

s141162 — 2019-03-21 03:55:41 UTC

A Letter

2019-03-21 03:55:44 UTC

Being official in exchanging information,
With traditional language,
Small in size yet with clarity,
Including comparatively complex details.
There is no consideration between the reader and me,
And being official I have to follow a definite structure.

james

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:56:04 UTC

Kiran

The dream

2019-03-21 03:56:24 UTC

Ding-a-ling the bells rang
Guns went bark and dogs bang
Then, chirp chirp the cats sang
I'd escaped the chain gang

james

Down Behind the Dustbin by Michael Rosen

2019-03-21 03:56:53 UTC

Azuo

ËMÏŁŸ JĮÑ

2019-03-21 03:57:06 UTC

Precipice of Life

2019-03-21 03:57:16 UTC

At the edge of life one day I’ll stand
And then will face that great divide,
With clouded vision to view a far off land
From this appointment I cannot hide.
james

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:57:23 UTC

Kiran

caged bird

s140972_2 — 2019-03-21 03:57:34 UTC

MAYA ANGELOU
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
Jonathan Xu

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/refrain

2019-03-21 03:58:13 UTC

El dorado

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 03:58:25 UTC

Poe

"Gaily bedight,

A gallant night

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of El Dorado.

But he grew old -

This knight so bold -

And - o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like El Dorado."

By: Larissa

Bells

2019-03-21 03:58:43 UTC

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And an in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

From the fourth stanza:

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

By: Audrey

A River’s Journey

tiferet_7 — 2019-03-21 03:58:53 UTC

Angela

The river makes his way alongthe mountain path he chooses Shamelessly eroding rocks, as on his way he cruises. Starting at a steady pace, he’s happy to go slowAnd meanwhile smaller tributaries come to join the flow.Then he descends the mountain as excitedly he speeds Splishing, splashing, tumbling, while onwards he proceeds. Then all at once the heady heights encourage him to dive… Enthusiasm leads the way, the w a t e r f a l l arrives! Acrobatic, somersaulting, D I V I N G As From t r i b The top u The river reaches base with one t almighty belly flop! a His bubbling intensity r i e Soon begins to show… s contribute, so he begins to grow Swiftly riding on the rocks, He weaves his way along. Passing through the estuary But keen to carry on. Then finally, his destination Comes within his view; the sea is beckoning from waters deep and oh so blue… So finally, what started as a river’s gentle motion Is all encapsulated in the wide and mighty ocean.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Assonance

2019-03-21 03:59:01 UTC

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 03:59:02 UTC

Kiran

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Consonance

2019-03-21 03:59:23 UTC

Old Macdonald

2019-03-21 03:59:23 UTC

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Alliteration

2019-03-21 03:59:39 UTC

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Hyperbole

2019-03-21 04:00:01 UTC

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Metaphor

2019-03-21 04:00:40 UTC

assonance poems

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 04:00:44 UTC

Larissa

The crazy Flu

2019-03-21 04:00:47 UTC

By Debra L. Brown
"My temperature is high,
what ever shall I do?
Oh my! Oh my!
I think I will die.
What ever shall I do?"
Kevin

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-crazy-flu

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Simile

2019-03-21 04:01:03 UTC

hyperhole

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 04:01:13 UTC

Larissa

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Personification

2019-03-21 04:01:27 UTC

metaphore

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 04:01:43 UTC

Larissa

Tim the tiger

RosaTheBird — 2019-03-21 04:01:47 UTC

Snow flack

2019-03-21 04:01:48 UTC

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!

From the molten-golden notes,

And an in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

From the fourth stanza:

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.
Audrey 5c

Swing

majackcy — 2019-03-21 04:01:50 UTC

BY FRAN HARAWAY
It's much too cold. The trees are lean

And leafless—not a sign of green.
Jack

www.poetrysoup.com/poems/onomatopoeia

2019-03-21 04:01:55 UTC

The Bells

2019-03-21 04:02:02 UTC

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that over-sprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Emily Jin

onomatapeia

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 04:02:05 UTC

Larissa

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/Refrain

2019-03-21 04:02:21 UTC

https://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-alliteration-poems.html

2019-03-21 04:02:28 UTC

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/

2019-03-21 04:02:34 UTC

similie

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 04:02:35 UTC

Larissa

http://www.mywordwizard.com/hyperbole-poems.html

2019-03-21 04:02:52 UTC

http://poemsforkids.org/

kiran_chong — 2019-03-21 04:02:53 UTC

kiran

alliteration

s140991_2 — 2019-03-21 04:03:28 UTC

Larissa

s141162 — 2019-03-21 04:03:40 UTC

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?
If Peter Piper Picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Sissi Y ni

Coquí

s140191 — 2019-03-21 04:04:00 UTC

By Carmen Bernier-Grand
One tiny tree frog

with big eyes

sings happily,

“Kokee! Kokee!”

His brother comes to bother.

Coquí doesn't push him.

Coquí doesn't bite him.

Coquí tells him,

“Kokee-Kee! Kokee-Kee!”

Two tiny tree frogs

with big eyes

sing happily,

“Kokee! Kokee!”

Gracie

Firefly

majackcy — 2019-03-21 04:04:02 UTC

BY JACQUELINE WOODSON
It's almost May

and yesterday

I saw a firefly.

You don't see

them a lot

in the city.

Sometimes

in the park

in the near dark

one comes out

you'll hear

a little kid shout
Jack

Fog by Carl Sandb

2019-03-21 04:04:03 UTC

Azuo

CAMP FIRE They told me ghost stories and about spooks,and that not all was as simple as it looks;I looked into a mirror but someone else looked back,apparititions may be clever but they don't have the knack.

2019-03-21 04:04:57 UTC

james

Gillian

2019-03-21 04:05:39 UTC

The sea him lent those bitter tears
Which at his eyes he always wears;
And from the winds the sighs he bore,
Which through his surging breast do roar.
No day he saw but that which breaks
Through frighted clouds in forkèd streaks,
While round the rattling thunder hurled,
As at the funeral of the world.

The be

2019-03-21 04:05:39 UTC

The Bells

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849

        Hear the sledges with the bells—
                 Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
        How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
           In the icy air of night!
        While the stars that oversprinkle
        All the heavens, seem to twinkle
           With a crystalline delight;
         Keeping time, time, time,
         In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
       From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
               Bells, bells, bells—
  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Emily Jin

Broken You said I fell too hard too fastMy heart not healed from my wounded pastThe angry wordsThe cruel remarksanother rejectionAlone in the dark

2019-03-21 04:05:49 UTC

james

Luke Luck

2019-03-21 04:05:54 UTC

Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luck's duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.

Justin

rhyme

2019-04-28 11:23:40 UTC

A Poison Tree - Poem by William Blake

Justin

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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

english

2023-05-07 00:29:28 UTC

Winter

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