Poetry

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Welcome to our poetry post. We have talked about poetry, we’ve read poetry, and now we are starting to write poetry.

Use this post to share some of your poetry with us.

64 thoughts on “Poetry

    Atmn said:
    April 28, 2011 at 10:55 am

    I am loud and strong
    I wonder why don’t people like me
    I hear the earth cracking
    I see the blackness under the surface
    I want more people to like me
    I am loud and strong

    I pretend to love killing
    I feel extremely sad
    I touch the streets of California
    I worry about the families of the people I killed
    I cry about having to kill people
    I am loud and strong

    I understand that I am mean
    I say I hate myself
    I dream about being loved
    I try to not kill people
    I hope that soon I can hold back my anger
    I am loud and strong

      billy said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:01 am

      Ok Atmn I got a little confused about what this peom was about sorry there.

      Mr. Purdon responded:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:43 am

      A very good poem about an earthquake Atmn!

    Tom said:
    April 28, 2011 at 10:57 am

    I am strong and flexible
    I wonder what its like to walk
    I hear the sound of footsteps
    I see the tall mountains
    I want to be the biggest of my family
    I am strong and flexible

    I pretend to be tough
    I feel happy to be free
    I touch the sky with my head
    I worry about fires
    I cry when by brethen are killed
    I am strong and flexible

    I understand I may be small
    I say I will be tall
    I dream about freedome
    I try to be one with nature
    I hope for a life of happines
    I am strong and flexible

      Atmn said:
      May 2, 2011 at 7:43 am

      Sorry, for pointing it out, but you spelled freedom wrong.

        Malcolm said:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:06 am

        Atmn, why are you sorry? You’re helping Tom. I’m just saying.

      billy said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:08 am

      Tom you’ve got a nice peom too nice words.

        Damien said:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:25 am

        Tom you have a great poem but good words to descrip what you are.

      Mr. Purdon responded:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:45 am

      Tom, I love the personification here in this poem. You make a tree sound like a person!

    tierra said:
    April 28, 2011 at 10:59 am

    I Am

    I am fast and steddy
    I wonder what it would be to be a human
    I hear people talking
    I see everything
    I want a bone
    I am fast and steddy

    I pretend to be a human
    I feel very loved
    I touch the ground every day
    I worry about my family
    I cry when steppted on
    I am fast and steddy

    I understand the my owners love me
    I say ruff ruff
    I dream about treats
    I try to dig
    I hope to be rubed
    I am fast and steddy

      Damien said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:23 am

      your are a dog. it was pretty simple ruff ruf.

    nathan said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:03 am

    I Am

    I am odd shaped and hard
    I wonder how i look
    I hear screaching
    I see clothes
    I want to be sat on
    I am odd shaped and hard

    I pretend to be noticed
    I feel clothes and shoes
    I touch the floor
    I worry about my legs
    I cry when bein treated mean
    I am odd shaped and hard

    I understand why i am hard
    I say sit here
    I dream about people
    I try to be sat on
    I hope to be sat on
    I am odd shapede and hard

      tierra said:
      May 2, 2011 at 7:56 am

      Hello, Not trying to be rude but you spelt shaped wrong.

        billy said:
        May 3, 2011 at 5:58 pm

        Actually tierra you are wrong no affence

    Malcolm said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:03 am

    I am young and silly
    I wonder what it’s like to be older
    I hear it calling my name
    I see the light
    I want to be older
    I am young and silly

    I pretend to sit and wait all day
    I feel myself become older
    I touch the stars that give me power
    I worry that I’ll never make it
    I cry when i get in big trouble
    I am young and silly

    I understand growing older
    I say what’s true
    I dream to grow older
    I try to grow older every day
    I hope to grow
    I am young and silly

    Derrick said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:06 am

    I am soft and doughy
    I wonder how I taste
    I hear the crunching of my brethren
    I see them eaten one after another
    I want to be saved
    I am soft and doughy

    I pretend I am swimming in milk
    I feel like I’m thebest foof ever
    I touch your lips before I die
    I worry I might not taste good
    I cry when I’m in your stomach
    I am soft and doughy

    I understand I’m ment to be eaten
    I say that i’m not food
    I dream about the warm oven
    I try to be healthy
    I hope you won’t eat me
    I am soft and doughy

    Damien said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:07 am

    I am plastic and metal
    I wonder people
    I hear my teacher
    I see feet
    I want to be clean
    I am plastic and metal

    I pretend important
    I feel happy
    I touch tiles
    I worry i will break
    I cry i wont be used
    I am plasticand metal

    I understand i will be used
    I say i will have a good day
    I dream i will be not used
    I try to not be dirty
    I hope i will be heavy
    I am plastic and metal

      Derrick said:
      May 2, 2011 at 7:59 am

      These are not full sentences.

        Mr. Purdon responded:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:02 am

        Poetry does not need to be full sentences. If it is it sounds like prose, not poetry!

    Dakota said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:08 am

    I am sweet and tasty
    I wonder if im going to be free
    I hear nothen in my cage
    I see to be free
    I want many diffrent coulors around
    I am sweet and tasty

    I pretend i can be a diffrent coulor
    I feel like a dog in a cage
    I touch people around me
    I worry that i like
    I cry becuase im lock up
    I am sweet and tasty

    I understand i will be gone soon
    I say ill be free
    I dream that i was not lock up
    I try to run away
    I hope i will be gone soon
    I am sweet and tasty

    zachery said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:08 am

    I am sielent and still
    I wonder what i look like
    I hear pencils scratching me
    I see people across from me
    I want people to clean me
    I am sielent and still

    I pretend people use me
    I feel over used
    I touch pencils and roolers
    I worry nobody wants me
    I cry when someone writes one me
    I am sielent and still

    I understand im a looner
    I say that am unique
    I dream that i can have someone use me
    I try to stick out there more
    I hope someone will put stuff in me
    I am sielent and still

      tierra said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:02 am

      silent, rulers, loner, 3 errors

        Mr. Purdon responded:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:05 am

        Tierra, our job as readers is not only to point out errors. We need to read it for its content and its message. Try to comment on those things please!

    Tristian said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:10 am

    I am strong and focused
    I wonder if aliens are real
    I hear a rocket blast up in the air
    I see the moon
    I want to go to mars
    I am strong and focused

    I pretend im in space
    I feel something rough
    I touch metal
    I worry I wil get lost in space
    I cry that i wont see my family for awile
    I am strong and focused

    I understand I may get lost in space
    I say I will live to touch the moon
    I dream I will make it home safely
    I try to help as much as i can
    I hope I will make it home
    I am strong and focused

    billy said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:11 am

    I am Loving and caring
    I wonder Can time turn around
    I hear A crack in the road
    I see Screaming babies
    I want No more cracks
    I am Loving and caring

    I pretend To desipere cracks
    I feel Harmful
    I touch The cracks to desipere
    I worry Cars going through cracks
    I cry Death going through cracks
    I am Loving and caring

    I understand Why there is cracks
    I say Cracks can be desipered
    I dream No more death in cracks
    I try To fix cracks
    I hope No more splitting cracks
    I am Loving and caring

      Damien said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:18 am

      are you a cat or dog.

    allana said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:12 am

    I Am

    I am Wild and Cute
    I wonder how it would feel to be a singer
    I hear cats cry and toy squeeqe
    I see bones in the air
    I want a cat as a toy or me bone
    I am Wild and Cute

    I pretend to dance with my owners
    I feel happy and hipper
    I touch cats and bones
    I worry about not getting feed
    I cry when i am alone
    I am Wild and Cute

    I understand eatting garbeg is bad
    I say I will eat cats
    I dream about bones
    I try to chase car
    I hope for a big bone
    I am Wild and Cute

    Gemma said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:13 am

    I am cold and slimy
    I wonder what it is like outside of my home
    I hear my life quickly passing by
    I see a worm
    I want to escape
    I am cold and slimy

    I pretend that I am free
    I feel that I know I can
    I touch a cold piece of metal
    I worry that I will die
    I cry when I leave
    I am cold and slimy

    I understand that I have to live
    I say that I can survive
    I dream about life
    I try to stay under
    I hope not to be fooled again
    I am cold and slimy

    Kadi-Rose said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:13 am

    I am loud and bright
    I wonder what it’s like to live
    I hear the colours of the sky
    I see the sounds of air
    I want to hide from the world
    I am loud and bright

    I pretend I am free
    I feel so, trapped
    I touch the bars of my life
    I worry I’ll be here forever
    I cry when I see them
    I am loud and bright

    I understand that, this is me
    I say don’t stop trying
    I dream I can be like, them
    I try to act happy
    I hope that someone will get me
    I am loud and bright

    Rose said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:16 am

    I Am

    I am cute and lonely
    I wonder if I will find an owner
    I hear my owners voice
    I see my owner standing in front of me
    I want a home
    I am cute and lonely

    I pretend im at home
    I feel like im being picked up
    I touch the cold sidewalk on my belly
    I worry that I will never be home
    I cry about being lonely
    I am cute and lonely

    I understand how im lonely
    I say help me! please?
    I dream i have a home
    I try to get a home
    I hope to get a home
    I am cute and lonely

    skylar potinteau said:
    April 28, 2011 at 11:45 am

    I Am

    I am hard and lazy
    I wonder someone will skip me in the water
    I hear pepole walking by me
    I see pepole siting
    I want to walk
    I am hard and lazy

    I pretend walk
    I feel sad
    I touch water
    I worry i will sink
    I cry i get lost
    I am hard and lazy

    I understand that i can not walk
    I say i will be a person
    I dream to walk
    I try to walk
    I hope to swim
    I am hard and lazy

    Derrick said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:46 am

    Black is the beginning of the end,
    The death and rebirth of a friend.
    Eyes staring at you in the night,
    The feeling when nothing goes right.

    Black is the emptiness in everyone’s life,
    Black is the feel of a sharpened knife.
    Black is the feeling of wanting revenge,
    And also the feeling of being avenged.

      Derrick said:
      May 2, 2011 at 7:47 am

      This makes me sound demonic.

        Malcolm said:
        May 2, 2011 at 7:59 am

        And cryiptic.

    Aleia said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:48 am

    I Am
    I am Fast and Ferocious
    I wonder what it is like to be a person
    I hear the hum of a engine
    I see thing flashing before my eyes
    I want to be shiny clean
    I am Fast and Ferocious

    I pretend to be a racer
    I feel the fast wind on my sides
    I touch the ground with my fast tires
    I worry that I’m going to break down
    I cry when I smash in to some thing
    I am Fast and Ferocious

    I understand that soon some one will bye me
    I say “Drive me fast” !!!!!
    I dream to be a racer
    I try to be the fastest
    I hope some one will bye me
    I am Fast and Ferocious

    Atmn said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:48 am

    Red is fires and blood,
    Red sounds like the growling of an angry wolf,
    Blood and smoke smells like red,
    Red smells like anger and frustration

    Heat rises and angriness makes me feel red,
    Chilies and paprika give me the taste of red,
    Fires, droughts, and deserts seem red,
    The sun, volcanoes, and forest fires are red places in the world

    tierra said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:52 am

    Pink
    Pink is cotton candy,tooth paste and hot.
    Pink is the taste of candy.
    Pink smells like bubble gum.
    Pink makes me feel like a princess.
    Pink is the sound of lips talking.
    Pink is the colour of a doll house.
    Pink is cool.
    Pink is hot.
    Pink is beginning.

    Cherise said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:52 am

    Green is the grass, the tree’s, nature. Vegetables, fruits, clothing and accessories
    Green sounds like a crunch of an apple. The crickets mouthing away.
    Green smells like the nice cool grass, the wild forest smell.
    Green feels thin, thick, light, heavy, hard and damp.
    Green makes me feel sick and obnoxious.
    Green tastes sour, flavored, chewy, and crunchy.
    Green is light and dark.
    Green is Ireland, the forest, and the grassy meadows.

      Damien said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:12 am

      it makes me think of nature.and how we should respect it.

    jacob said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:52 am

    I Am
    I am powerful and destructive
    I wonder what will happen to me if I fail
    I hear explosions and continuous machines of war
    I see the breathless body of my possessor

    I want o be used for the good of my country
    I am powerful and destructive

    I pretend I am a person with a heart
    I feel used to a point where I am nothing
    I touch a body of the enemy
    I worry will I survive or not
    I cry about the people I have destroyed
    I am powerful and destructive

    I understand what I did was wrong
    I say destruction should never be an option
    I dream I can take it all back
    I try to forget about it all
    I hope I hope I never will be used again
    I am powerful and destructive

    billy said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:53 am

    Red

    Red is the juicy tomato.
    Red is the blood that comes from a human.
    Red is the Canada’s waving flag a symbol of Canada.
    Red is the smell of dripping blood and juicy tomato.
    Red is the emotion for anger, mad and explosive.
    Red is the taste of the juicy tomato.
    Red is the experience of screaming blood.
    Think of red as Canada’s flag and the color of autumn.

      Tom said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:00 am

      Screaming blood?

        Mr. Purdon responded:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:01 am

        Personification!

        Damien said:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:10 am

        this is like the hunger games with the thought i am thinking

        billy said:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:19 am

        Yah Tom screaming blood why is there a comma.

      Tom said:
      May 2, 2011 at 8:07 am

      First you put, red is the juicy tomato.
      Then you put, red is the blood that comes from a human.
      After that you put, red is the smell of dripping blood and a juicy tomato.
      Maybe you are using blood and juicy tomato too much.

        Tom said:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:08 am

        Thats all I have to say about that.

        Mr. Purdon responded:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:09 am

        Maybe. However, repetition is one of the most powerful free verse tools a poet can use!

        billy said:
        May 2, 2011 at 8:21 am

        I know Tom I am using blood and juicy tomato too much.

    Malcolm said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:57 am

    Blue

    Blue is the rain, sky, and water,
    Blue is crying,
    Blue is winter,
    Blue feels sad

    Blue tastes like rain,
    Blue is thinking of sad thoughts,
    Blue is in the seas, oceans,
    Rivers and lakes

    Tom said:
    May 2, 2011 at 7:57 am

    Green is the colour of tasty fruit
    Green is the colour of lots of loot
    Green is the smell of a freashly mowed lawn
    Green is the look of a leprachaun

    jack said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:03 am

    Black

    Black is a book, and some times eyes.
    Black is a rock, hard and tuff.
    Black is small, like rain falling from above.
    Black makes me feel brave, strong, and tall.
    Black is the sound of being cool.
    Black is in all of my dreams.
    Black tastes like the wet, damp air.
    Black, is me.

    Jakob said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:04 am

    I am fast and fun
    I wonder nascar
    I hear nature and talking
    I see lake superior and the falls
    I want to be a nascar driver
    I am fast and fun

    I pretend to be Dale Earnhardt Junior
    I feel worryed to die
    I touch my dog and the 88 car in nascar
    I worry if my dad and dog dies
    I cry that i never get to see my mom
    I am fast and fun

    I understand nascar and famley
    I say my famley
    I dream being a nascar driver
    I try go see real live nascar
    I hope a chance to meet Dale Earnhardt Junior
    I am fast and fun

    Dawson said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:07 am

    I am good tasting also some thing you have to bye.
    I wonder what people think about when they eat me.
    I hear when someone munching on me.
    I see my self in Story’s.
    I want people to stop eating me.
    I am good tasting also some thing you have to bye.

    I pretend that no one eat me last night.
    I feel when people teeth’s sink into me.
    I touch the fork as I am being picked at.
    I worry every day that I am going to be eaten.
    I cry when someone pokes me with a fork.
    I am good tasting also some thing you have to bye.

    I understand that I am good.
    I say that I am the best.
    I dream that no one will eat me today.
    I try to hop a way from people moth.
    I hope that I will test batter.
    I am good tasting also some thing you have to bye.

    By Dawson

    Damien said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:07 am

    Yellow is bananas cars shirts.

    Yellow makes me feel happy cheerful and impressed.

    Yellow sounds songs writing and fun.

    Yellow taste candy and air fruit.

    Yellow smells like lemonade and lemons.

    Yellow is beach.

    Yellow is freedom.

    Yellow is a very warm colour

    Cherise said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:11 am

    I Am

    I am still and high
    I wonder hows it feels to talk
    I hear my neighbors talk to me
    I see people walking
    I want to walk, far away
    I am still and high

    I pretend I am a human
    I feel left out
    I touch nothing but me
    I worry that someone could cut me down
    I cry when I am ignored
    I am still and high

    I understand that I am one
    I say I cant stop trying
    I dream I will become a human
    I try to stay strong
    I hope I wont get trapped in one place
    I am still and high

    Aleia said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:13 am

    Green

    Green looks like pears, grass, and trees.

    Green sounds like some one eating a apple,and a cricet

    Green smells like fresh cut grass.

    Green feels like being dick or down.

    Green taste like spinage and beans.

    Green is out doors.

    skylar potinteau said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:13 am

    Blue look’s like a bird.
    Blue sound’s like water.
    Blue smell’s like berries.
    Blue feel’s like a ball.
    Blue make’s me feel happy.
    Blue taste’s like berries.
    Blue make’s people happy.
    Place’s that are blue water and the sky.

    skylar potinteau said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:14 am

    Dawson you are a pie but nice poem

    trent said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:14 am

    BLACK

    Black look’s like you’re shadow dork and com
    Black is dork and sneaky
    Black smells sour and black
    Is sad and gloomy

    Black taste like black lickerish and bitterness
    Black is men plots and thots
    Black is cold and dork
    Black is dork room and a black room

    Black is black and it will stay that will stay
    That whey black is sneaky and it larks around

    katie said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:22 am

    Red is paint, fire trucks , apples , cherry , raspberries.

    Red is the sound of the fire alarms, air plans, cars, lefts.

    Red is small of cherry, apples, and paint, markers, strawberries,
    raspberries.

    Red feels like anger and some one mad.

    Red makes me feel happy becacause red is on the Canada flag.

    Red taste like strawberries, apples,. Red experiences red apples on the tree. Red pleases flowers in the gratin. By Katie

    jacob said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:23 am

    I like the voice here and all of the voice it makes me want to cry.

    Matt said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:26 am

    I Am

    I am hard and lazy
    I wonder what it’s like to live
    I hear my life quickly passing by
    I see peaple dancing
    I want people to hold me
    I am hard and lazy

    I pretend people use me
    I feel a woren out pieace of paper
    I touch water
    I worry i will break in half
    I cry when I leave the place
    I am hard and lazy

    I understand that i cant walk fast
    I say i will do something
    I dream what is the rest of the world looks like
    I trying to do something
    I hope i can go some where
    I am hard and lazy

    Jakob said:
    May 2, 2011 at 8:27 am

    Red
    Red is roses, fire trucks, and markers.
    Red is fresh red apples just picked to eat.
    Red smells like roses nice beautiful roses.
    Red makes me feel mad.
    Red is the sound of sirens.
    Red is fire truck buildings.
    Red is the colour of blood.
    Red is the colour of the Canada flag.
    Red is the colour of some close sines and open sines.

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