Final Poem Project
Here is my Final Poem Project! Enjoy
My Free Verse:
Inner Peace
They sit upon the green grass,
looking up at the blue sky.
Soaking up the sun’s rays,
like it was their whole life.
Wishing that they would never,
have to leave this place of beauty.
Wishing that the world would just stop,
for at lease one moment.
To let the human population,
take a picture and soak it all in.
To breath the clean crip air,
that floats around, and gives life to so many.
To put hatred aside,
for one last look,
before the beauty falls away.
My Cinquains:
Toddlers
Painting
Mess of all sorts
Touch everything in your sight
Why not? It is the best thing ever!
Colored
Stress
Stress
Inhale, exhale
Hold your breath, count to five
Just let the world slip away now
Relax
Mom of My Life
Mother
my life hero
You mean the world to me
This I tell you to warm your heart!
Love You
My Villanelle:
Wonders of The World
I wonder my child,
why is it you love to lay,
under that great oak tree?
What would the jay say,
when you stay here,
this I wonder my child,
Why don’t you go down to the bay,
but instead you lay,
under that great oak tree?
Why is this the way,
of the bright new day?
how I wonder my child
Tell me about your friend Kay,
while we stay,
under this great oak tree?
Why let the world get you down,
when they say it is the best time
This I wonder my child,
under that great oak tree.
My Sonnet:
Tunnel of Love
Wrapping your arms around him,
Hold him so close to your body.
Let him know that he is the only thing that surrounds you.
A dose of him is like having a drug, that wakes you up.
Touch him, with all your love,
Show him, just what you feel.
Float on the wings of a dove
Help him deal with his love for you.
Free your life for him,
Grab his hand, and guide it in the dark.
Do not condemn his ways,
The fire between the two of you, are like sparks flying.
Love, is the only thing that one needs
Travel down the love tunnel, and see what has not been seen.
My Senstina:
My World
I am not dumb,
I am actually really smart.
Some may say I am different,
but that is only on the inside.
I look just like everyone on the outside.
I was only born with Dyslexia.
There is nothing wrong with Dyslexia.
This doesn’t mean we are dumb,
We all look the same on the outside.
Everyone is smart,
in their own way on the inside.
So why are we just labeled different?
We are just learning a different,
way because we have Dyslexia.
It just helps us be who we are on the inside,
but we are far from being called dumb.
Actually, we are very smart,
it would surprise anyone on the outside.
But why judge anyone from their outside?
God made us all different.
Even the ones we label smart.
Why not befriend a Dyslexic?
They are not dumb,
Don’t judge on the outside, but the inside.
We are have a personalty on the inside.
If we were all put in a room, no one could tell on the outside.
Most of our peers like to call us dumb.
But if you look closely we are all different!
Not just us with Dyslexia.
So don’t name call, because we are all smart.
We may not be good at spelling, but we are still smart.
What matters is our own personalty on the inside,
Not that we have Dyslexia.
Not that we look a certain way on the outside.
Every one is a little different,
so why call us dumb?
Being born with Dyslexia doesn’t change the look on the outside.
We are all smart in our own way on the inside.
Don’t look at us differently, because we are not at all dumb.
And last by not least my Persona:
Be The Horse:
I am was just running free.
No one was bothering me.
Now, however these people,
think I want this heavy saddle on me.
I am pushed to the max,
sometimes its fun,
but at times its not.
I don’t like the taste of metal in my mouth.
And, when they want me to go fast,
they shove those pointy things into my sides.
Ouch, it hurts so bad.
I can’t check to see if I am bleeding, those I wish I could.
But life isn’t away work,
I play with my friends,
I have this one gal that I am crazy about.
She is having my baby, she told me that today.
Neigh, that makes me happy,
to think that I am going to be a dad,
I can show the colt the right way,
the master wants us to act.