A Final Poetry Project

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A Final Poetry Project

Submitted In Partial Fulfillment

Of

American Literature

To

Ms. A. Thompson

Garcia, Christopher

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Table of Contents

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AlliterationSmelly, Stinky, Stains

Fill me up with painStanding, Sobbing, Stenches

Cant sit down on the benches

Super, Socked, Spray

Need to get out the way

Stupendous, Stunning, SpongeMaking all the stains into muck

Scanning, Searching, SniffingTired of walking now limping

Smelly, Socked, stains

Never bother me again

By: Garcia, Christopher

Funny, Funky, FrogGalloping to the flys

Friendly, Fabulous, Friend

Will our friendship ever end

Flying, Forward, Floating

Pumbling face first to the water

Fresh, Friendly, FrogWhy dont you ever seem to stop

Forgiving, Forgotten, FatalitiesNow we are facing reality

Fly, Freely, Forever

This is it my dear fellow


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On Thriftiness

The thrifty that teacheth the thriving to thrive

Teach timely to traverse, the thing that thou trive.,Transferring thy toiling, to timeliness taught,

This teacheth thee temprance, to temper thy thought,Take Trusty (to trust to) that thinkest to thee,That trustily thriftiness trowleth to thee,

That temper thy travell, to tarry the tide;

This teacheth thy thriftiness, twenty times tryed,

Take thankfull thy talent, thank thankfully thoseThat thriftily teach thee thy time to transpose.

Troth twice to thee teached, teach twenty times ten,

This trade thou that takest, take thrift to thee then.

By: Thomas Tusser

Human hearts

Honest hearts having hours of

hope, harmony and health

Heartbroken hearts happen to

handle hurtful hours

Hostile hearts holding

hate, hopelessness and harm

Helpful hearts helping

humankind hit happiness

Hilarious hearts havinghassle-free happy hours

By: Marinela Reka

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Christmas

picking pretty presentsplaying with pretty nice peoplechristmas cookies hot out of the oven

caring about crazy thingsthe christmas trees taller than evertelling tall talesbaking bunches and bunches of treatsbring billions of presents

By: toni eymard

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MetaphorLife is a seed waiting to be watered

With love, support, and sunlight it will growDad is the sun strong, helpful

Mom is the water soft, gentle and sweet

Life is a sour lemon

Hard times come at you

Not knowing what to doTrying to get away but cant seem to escape

Life is a bundle of hopeYou want thing that you wish for

That never seem to come true

Unless you do something about it


My life is rocket ship going into outer spaceSuffocated hard to catch a breath

Failure is crashing to the ground at high speeds

Not easy to get back up but you do it any ways

Life is a challenge not always accomplishing it

Hard time facing you in the face

Trying your best to go through themOnly getting half way there feeling empty

Life is crappy car many defectsNot everything will go be fixable

Trying your best to finish but never getting close

Never giving up until there is nothing left


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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

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

By: William Shakespeare

In a GardenWhen the gardener has gone this gardenLooks wistful and seems waiting an event.It is so spruce, a metaphor of EdenAnd even more so since the gardener went,

Quietly godlike, but of course, he hadNot made me promise anything and I

Had no one tempting me to make the badChoice. Yet I still felt lost and wonder why.

Even the beech tree from next door which sharesIts shadow with me, seemed a kind of threat.Everything was too neat, and someone cares

In the wrong way. I need not have stood longMocked by the smell of a mown lawn, and yetI did. Sickness for Eden was so strong.

By: Elizabeth Jennings

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SimileSchool feels like a car going at full speed

You run after it but get left behindNot knowing what to do next

hoping that help will come

School is like outer space

Not being able to catch a breath

Feeling cold nothing to warm you upFloating around were ever life takes you

School is like a hillIts so hard to get up there

But no problem going down

Expecting to see some thing worth while


Dreams are like wishesWorking hard and dedication is all it takes

Never comes true all left hopeless

Never know if its the truth or a lie

Dreams are like play-do

Making whatever comes to mind

Molding, making what ever you canHoping it comes out the way you planned

Dreams are like nonfiction storiesEverything is possible no mistakes are made

No limits to what you can do

Being and believing you can be anything

By: Garcia. Christopher

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Melinda MaeHave you heard of tiny Melinda Mae,Who ate a monstrous whale?She thought she could,She said she would,So she started in right at the tail. And everyone said, "You're much too small,"But that didn't bother Melinda at all,She took little bites and she shewed very slow,Just like a little girl should...

...and eighty-nine years later she ate that whaleBecause she said she would!!!

By:shel silverstein

The Dragon of Grindly GrunI'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,I breathe fire as hot as the sun.When a knight comes to fightI just toast him on sight,Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.

When I see a fair damsel go by,I just sigh a fiery sigh,And she'd baked like a 'tater-I think of her laterWith a romantic tear in my eye.

I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,But my lunches aren't very much fun,For I like my damsels medium rare,and they always come out well done.

By:shel silverstein

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Didactic

Learning is a great thing

English, the language we speak

The dates and times teaching us new thingsReminding us we are here again

Knowing only what we have learned

In fearless youth going to bigger thoughts

While we drift away never returning

Shirt lessons we learned

But more advanced we turn

New creatures in gods eyes


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The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rappingrapping at my chamber door.Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door

Only this and nothing more.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrowsorrow for the lost LenoreFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled mefilled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeatingTis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;

This it is and nothing more.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tappingtapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard youhere I opened wide the door:Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore!This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, Lenore!

Merely this and nothing more.

By: Edgar Allan Poe


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Haiku

Life comes at you quick

Trying to escape from its grasp, I

See its to late the


Bullets coming at you hardNot knowing were to go, trying to

Trying to get out of its way


Acid dripping from a pipe

Eating you to the bone, falling

Unbearable pain coursing through my vain



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