I Am Poem

Bio Poem

Re-Creation Poem

Stylistic Imitation Poem

Definition Poem

Limerick Poem

Ode Poem

Found Poem

Choral Poem

Favorite Poem

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I am stealthy

I wonder what sound I make

I hear you form 40 yards away

I see in the dark like an owl

I want to hunt

I am red

I pretend to play dead

I feel warm all the time

I worry about my cubs

I cry to communicate

I am small

I  understand human emotion

I say short confusing sounds

I dream of eating all the livestock

I try to find food as quiet as falling snow

I hope I can find shelter

I am sly

  I Am Poem: Who Am I ?

Response:

I used first person point of view so it feels like the fox is telling its own story. I used figurative language like “quiet as falling snow” and “see in the dark like an owl” to help the reader picture how sneaky and smart the fox is. I repeated “I” at the beginning of each line to make the poem flow and keep the focus on the fox. I also gave the fox human thoughts and feelings so readers could connect with it better. To understand the poem, it helps to know that foxes are clever, quiet animals that hunt at night and protect their cubs.

I Am Poem

Response:

I wrote this bio poem to describe myself in a simple but creative way. I used short lines and specific details to show different parts of my personality, interests, and goals. I included descriptive words like “funny, athletic, and lazy” to help show who I am, and I listed places I want to visit to share my dreams for the future. The repetition of “who” helps the poem flow and keeps each idea organized. The background knowledge needed is that this poem is a personal bio poem meant to introduce who I am as a person.

Bio Poem

Brody,

Funny, athletic, and lazy

Son of my mom and dad

Lover of traveling, food, and games

Who feels content, tired, and sluggish

Who needs sleep, confidence, and discipline

Who gives time, and some effort towards school

Who fears failure

Who would like to see Spain, Hawaii, and Japan

Resident of Lakeside

Watson

  Bio Poem: Me

The cold sky was grey and grim

The cold sky wept on the street

Through her house window was an orange dim

Shoulders weighted before we meet

Her eyes met mine

She pulled me to the street

There was a puddle the size of a dime

Scared to get wet feet

We jumped over the water fast as a lighting bolt

Splash! The rain sang a song against the pavement

Re-Creation Poem: Little Puddle

Re-Creation Poem

Response:

I wrote this poem to create a gloomy but exciting mood by describing a rainy day. I used imagery like “the cold sky was grey and grim” and “orange dim” to help the reader picture the setting clearly. I also used personification by saying “the rain sang a song against the pavement,” which makes the rain feel alive. The simile “fast as a lightning bolt” shows how quickly we moved . I wanted the poem to show how even a small moment, like jumping over a puddle, can feel exciting and meaningful. To understand the poem, it helps to know it is about finding fun and connection even during a dark, rainy day.

Stylistic Imitation Poem

Response:

I wrote this poem to show the tragedy of the last moments of World War I. By using personification, like the "mud drinking" and the "bayonet biting," I wanted to make the battlefield feel alive and scary. I also used a metaphor comparing death to a "broken clock" to show how time suddenly stopped for the soldier. This poem is based on the true story of Henry Gunther, who was the last soldier killed in the war just before it ended. I wanted to create a sad, ironic feeling by showing that he died right as the peace papers were being signed.

At eleven in the morning.

The mud drank the shadow of the man,

At eleven in the morning.

The wire hissed like a silver snake,

At eleven in the morning.

A bayonet bit the cold, grey air,

At eleven in the morning.

A rain of bullets fell upon his heavy coat,

At eleven in the morning.

He charged at a silent machine gun nest,

At eleven in the morning.

The Germans waved their white gloved hands,

At eleven in the morning.

Death was a clock with a broken spring,

At eleven in the morning.

A single minute became a tomb,

At eleven in the morning.

The ink was wet on the paper of peace,

At eleven in the morning.

But Gunther fell in the lonely dirt,

At eleven in the morning.

Lorca Imitation Poem: The Last Man

Waking up before my alarm starts screaming like a banshee

Finally finding a matching pair of socks in the ocean of clothes on my floor

Landing a water bottle flip on the very first try

When the vending machine coughs up two bags of chips instead of one

Crunch, snap, pop, the sound of opening a cold soda after practice

Checking my grades and seeing a 100 on the test I didn’t study for

Parallel parking my car without hitting the curb or the giant truck behind me

Finishing my homework before 11:00 PM for once

Throwing a crumpled paper ball into the trash can form a million miles away

Making it through the school hallways without tripping over my feet

Definition Poem: Small Wins

Definition Poem

Response:

I wrote this poem to celebrate the small wins that make a regular day feel awesome. I used similes, like the alarm "screaming like a banshee," to show how loud and annoying it feels to wake up early. By using metaphors, like calling a messy room an "ocean of clothes," I wanted to paint a clear picture of a typical teenager's life. I also added onomatopoeia with words like "crunch, snap, pop" to help the reader hear the satisfying sounds of a snack break. My goal was to create a relatable and happy mood. This poem shows that even when life is busy,  "mini-victories" can make someone feel great.

Limerick Poem

Response:

I wrote this poem to capture the funny and relatable feeling of forgetting it is the weekend and waking up early for no reason. By using a simile, comparing the speaker to a "sleeping hen," I wanted to create a silly image of someone being cozy and tucked away in bed. I also used personification by describing the alarm as "screaming" to show how annoying the sound is when you’re trying to rest. The poem focuses on the irony of being annoyed by an alarm, only to realize you didn't even need to set it. My goal was to create a sense of relief mixed with a little bit of frustration.

I awoke to the screaming alarm

Set to snooze ought to do no harm 

I awoke again

Like a sleeping hen

But it was the weekend, oh darn

Limerick Poem: Darn Alarm