Color Poems

                                                   _Yellow                                                  

_{Sunshine filtering into a room}

_{Dandelions filling an unkempt field}

_{The puckering of lips after tasting a lemon
All these are signs of yellow.}

           

_Blue

_{The deepest sea}

_{The sky with such a blue I never get tired of looking at it}

_{If I could only see in one color,}

_{It would be blue.}

_Red

_{Some people like red,}

_{They think it is soothing.}

_{But to me,}

_{Red is bloodshed on a battlefield}

_{Lava pulling me in}

_{Fire so hot, it burns me from a mile away}

_{Bad dreams.}

_Green

_{I can never get away from green}

_{Outside on the leaves and the grass}

_{Sometimes hiding itself in the back of my mind}

_{My brother’s favorite color,}

_{in my teacher’s classroom.}

_{It is following me,}

_{but I don’t notice.}

_{Because I know green like a friend}

_{and green knows me.}

_Purple

_{Purple is like my mother,}

_{It can take on many shades.}

_{Bright and soothing}

_{Dark and moody}

_{I don’t mean to embarrass her.}

_{At least not enough to make her turn the color}

_Purple.

My Big Brother's Poems

I am not the only one in the family who writes poems. My big brother does too.
Some of the poems are hard. So you might need to read them more than once.


Snow day
By David Shurland

On a beautiful winter day
a child plays in the snow
covered like a powdered doughnut
the cold wet flakes suck heat from chubby cheeks
leaving them bright red
cool crisp air
bites my nose
my joy still distracts me
pure enjoyment
no worries or appointments
a whole day of ice and snow
an ideal life.






Down By The Lake
By David Shurland

glimmering rippling waves
crashing against the shore
shoes tapping on the wooden dock
people chattering
a herd of wooden rowboats
knocking on hollow wood
a clear blue sky
lungs full of fresh air
breeze blowing through loose clothing
sun shining down
trees swaying by the wood
an ideal day by the lake.





Nothing
By David Shurland

So much depends upon
nothing
the innovations that consumes us
most are unseen and unheard
impossible to touch
but to us they are real
so much waits beneath your fingertips
but is it really worth your time?
what if it all disappeared in one day?
could we live?

Difficult Poems by Maddy

On this blog

We write poems (duh!)

But did anyone mention how hard it is?

Haikus.

Sonnets.

Rhyming poems.

Shape poems.

Limericks.

Similes.

Metaphors.

Vivid language.

AAAAHHH!!!

A blank piece of paper glares at you

Daring you to write something

Anything!

A poem can be anything

Or nothing at all.

A poem can be about anything

Or nothing at all.

Here I am, writing a poem about writing a poem!

Poems are dragons breathing fiery words

And we are the pencil-wielding knights

Desperately trying to fend off the dragon that is a poem.

Amazing Tongue Twister!

Esau Wood sawed wood. Esau Wood would saw wood. Oh, the wood that Wood would saw! One day Esau Wood saw a saw saw wood as no other woodsaw Wood ever saw would saw wood. Of all the woodsaws Wood ever saw saw wood, Wood never saw a woodsaw that would saw wood like the woodsaw Wood saw would saw wood. Now Esau Wood saws with that saw he saw saw wood.

See if you can understand it!

Esau is pronounced as: eesaw

Poetry Power Points

Here are some power points (I did not make) about poetry and the best way to write it.



Poetry power points

The Colors of The Sky By Maddy

I asked myself why the sky is blue.
I asked my mother and father, too.
But when I talked about the sky
They couldn't find a good reply.

I looked outside one rainy day
And said, "Why is the sky so grey?"
I asked Amanda, but had no luck.
Might as well have asked a duck.

One evening I watched the sunset overhead
And wondered, "Why's the sky so red?"
This time I asked the Internet.
But it was no smarter than my tv set.