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These are a bunch of poems I wrote about myself!
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Table of Contents: Memories . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 The Classroom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 The Brain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 Homework . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 The Book . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 My Toy Car . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 Fishin’ With Grandpa . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7 Grandma’s Garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 Poems . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 Memories of Me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
I’m in the living room
Flipping through thick photo albums
Alone
Memories flutter off the pages
Like little butterflies
First comes my first trip
I can barely walk
Through the streets of Venice
But yet in one picture
I’m sipping wine
I flip the page
Now we are in central America
Sitting by a stream
Next to the cave I had just “discovered”
With a monkey in the tree above me
But now I spend most of my time
Doing homework
Or studying for tests that are
15% of my grade
My grade
That’s what everyone looks at
It determines your future
Grades
Grades
Grades.
The Classroom
Every day at school. We have English class with Mrs. Bost
In the room With the circle of wooden tables
And the cluttered desk at the front of the room
And the costumes And the huge bookshelf
And the pencils littering the floor
Yesterday Mrs. Bost said We were going to write poems
Poems? Someone said
Boring old poems?
Mrs. Bost said No poem is boring
You will see
She let each of us choose three poems
From a book
Mine was long With lots of words
Mrs. Bost asked us To study the poem
Study the poem?
Yes, Mrs. Bost said Study it for as long
As you want Then write one poem
Only one?
Yes, only one Mrs. Bost said
Write one every day You will see
Every poem is different.
The Brain
In school we are learning about the brain It made me laugh to picture
Us learning with what we are learning about I pictured oozing grey goop
And couldn’t get it out of my head Our teacher tried to explain
Why we need the brain But I don’t think it sunk in Then we had to label one
Everything in the right places And color it
With a color key But I kept thinking about that
Oozing Grey
Matter And I drew dripping brains on my tests
Homework And everything else
Until the brain Was all my brain Could think of.
I’m feeling very proud of myself I can finish this project By 11 or 12 o’clock Most people had given up But I kept on working Kept going Until I had finally finished The words are getting jumbled I’m probably just suffering from Homework Fatigue My project will finally be Completely Finished Which is a surprise to most As my work ethic is horrible And I hardly ever do a good job So I’m surprised when I paste the last word on I’m finally Done.
Homework
Swish- Swish Swish- Swish
Pages flipping
As I read, read, read
With the snow falling outside
Twisting through the words
Darting past exclamation points
Then hitting the next sentence
Swish- Swish Swish- Swish
Crisp pages bending
Eyes balancing on every letter
Tripping, then tumbling to the
next letter
Swish- Swish Swish- Swish
Connecting letters into words
Words into sentences
Sentences into paragraphs
Swish- Swish Swish- Swish
Eyes flick to the period
And with that movement
The book ends
Swish- Swish
Pages flutter to the table
Upon each other
Flipping and tumbling
The cover closes
And with that the book ends
The Book
I was just playing with it
My friend says
I snatch my toy car away
Right out of his hands
I just wanted to drive it
I feel bad about my Ferrari
Driven to death
Down the stairs
Over
And over
And over again
Until his axle bent
And his hood cracked
The red paint chipped
And the tinted windows shattered
And I know this small toy car
Will never
Ever
Drive
Again
But yet I know
That I will remember driving it
With every part intact
I will remember this car
Forever.
Grandpa and I stare at the thing
Blue and oily
It stares straight back at us
Pleading to be let back
To the blue gray ocean water
We just stare
It’s eyes are full of terror
Life is at stake
Life, life, life
We lift it
My grandpa and I
We debate what to do with it
Of course my grandpa,
Loving seafood wants to eat it
But I feel we should let it go
And so we do
Its heart speeds up
Blood pumps to its tail
And its away
Away
Away
Away
Into the stormy
Blue grey
Sea.
Fishin’ with Grandpa
Today we visited Grandma’s house
All of the family,
Together
It is not like our house
It is smaller
As it only needs space for one lady
But this one lady
Has enough personality
For ten people
She has a huge garden
That she takes care of every single day
Everyone who stops at her house
Notices the garden
She has so many cookies
That if you ate them all
You would explode
Her bubbly personality
Makes her very fun to be with
And best of all…
She lives next to a lake
All the things you can do with a nice lake
Swim
Fish
Picnic
My grandma
Is one of the best
Most awesome
Incredible
Active people
I know
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On the days when we have English class Mrs. Bost shows us how to use Gerunds Adjectives Appositives Predicate nominatives And so much more I have written pieces With each of them And I don’t like any of them But still we learn them Then we get to choose our Favorite ones They are hung All around the room Writing Writing Writing Everywhere You could be anywhere In the room and see writing Writing writing
I do not know How I a baby Became me I do not remember that past Not being able to walk Drooling Or even before that Laying on my hospital bed The monster of a baby Oozing off the sides And throwing my toys out of my basket Just to go pick them up again How did this alien child Become me Now I can walk And I don’t drool And I’m not super fat Now I can catch and throw And run I’m three times the size I used to be.
I will always remember the time When grandma came all the way From California To lonely old Virginia To see us One day she came over to me And she asked “What do you want” And I told her That I wanted an electric scooter And so we were going to buy it But my mom walked in at the Wrong time And stopped her But you get the idea My grandma is The most generous person I’ve ever met.
