Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Fun with Poetry

I love teaching poetry! It is such a wonderful way to express thoughts, whether they are serious or silly. Words can be used so beautifully, and poetry is an excellent example of that.

All classes had lessons on Onomatopoeia, which is a big fancy word for when words sound like their meaning. Words like:
Boom
Crack
Sizzle
Click
Honk
Splash
I bet you can think of a hundred more!
The "Budding" class had the assignment to fill in the blanks about the season of spring. The "Awesome" classes were challenged to use Onomatopoeia, and at least one more tool, like rhyme, repetition, or alliteration. Enjoy these samples!

by Audrey, 3rd grade


Purring
by Sophia (6th grade)


Cats they purr
Their beautiful fur
Warming in the sun


Outside
All the day they run


Inside
Sleeping is their idea of fun


Rulers of the house they preside
And when our day is finally done
We do our work; they sit beside


And when our day again has begun
Never to us does it occur


They watch us


Purring


Swish! By Dhruv, 6th grade
Swish! the ball falling through the net,
Pound, slap! that’s a foul, ref!
free throws
Whoo, deep breath
Bang! it's good!
next shot, slap!
and one!!!!!!
for the win . . . . .
the buzzer ticking down
tick, tick, tick, 
down by 2 . . . 
other team cheering . . . 
“Haha, they have no chance”
my muscles tense, eagerness
boils up . . .
 3 . . . 2 . . .
1 . . . . . . . all or nothing . . . . .
pull-up three . . . . . . 
SPLASH!!!! Swish!!!! Bang!!!! MO-NEY!!!!!
Crowd erupts, buzzer confirms our win with a BEEEEEEEEP . . . . 



A Fine, Ferocious, Furry Friend
By Liam (5th grade)


In the Arctic, where it snows,
The animals only saw one fire glow.
The little Eskimos were filled with delight, 
Even on this dark and gloomy night.

The Eskimos could've sworn,
A little cub was about to be born.
They crept up to the den, not making a tweet,
For this adorable cub was asleep.

They knew this was the greatest miracle of l life,
This truly was the greatest night.


A Raindrop's Day
by Tyler (5th grade)

I was born in a cloud
So dark and proud
My brothers and sisters
Cuddled and talked in whispers
Then my mom set us free
And then we screamed, "Wheeee!"
Down to the Earth we fell
We knew our day would end well.
In a field of flowers we landed
The flowers drank us all up
I was happy I could help them sup.


Poetry Madness
By: Lucas (5th grade)

Scritch Scratch goes the pen, 
It’s poetry time again.
I’m so mad at Mrs. Huff,
She makes us write this stuff!


A poem I cannot write, 
Not a chance that I might.
But after all this time, 

To write a poem sounds fine.


Ancestral Journey
By Veronica (6th grade)

Primitive instincts come back to me
as the heavy load
trailed swiftly behind
a corner comes up and
I’m 
          ready
to
swerve.
The dogs after me
sprint swiftly
as the musher shouts
and whips
all about. 
Sometimes
serving is a pride,
but other times
it
is
passionless
work. 





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