Poetry

Poet's Poem

I believe I am a poet And deep down I've always known it Every word that I write Sounds like music

With my pencil As a paint brush And a note book As an easel I will paint a poem

I will weave Each delicate strand Of language into The art of Words

I will write And write Like my Life Depends on it

Dedicated to Edgar Allen Poe and Shel Silverstein By Abby R.

A Writer’s Poem

I cannot put my pen down There are too many thoughts in my head That is why, Mom and Dad I cannot go to bed

I refuse to lie down and sleep I’ll miss my train of thought I must write everything down And frankly that’s a lot

You may think I’m bonkers And perhaps I am You’ve never felt how I do When a pencil’s in my hand

I don’t care if I’m tired I simply need to write If I don’t finish this today It will ruin my whole night!

Dedicated to J.K. Rowling By Abby R.

A Reader’s Poem

Some books should be tasted And others thoroughly chewed But I always devour them Like my favorite food

I love to read It’s very true If my books were taken I don’t know what I’d do

Maybe I should slow down But I don’t know how I’d do it It’s simply instinct when I open a book To go and plow right through it

My time is limited So whatever life is worth I’ve made it my lifetime goal To read every book on earth

Dedicated to Harry Potter By Abby R.

A Cold and Stormy Night

It was a cold and stormy night As I pulled out my pen. My parchment sat there on the desk What was to be written?

A question always pondered By one who loves to write And now I had to wonder For my paper’s blank and white

Silence rang throughout the room As I sat there and thought After what seemed an eternity Ideas began to wrought

The only sound was scratching And my pen was flying I must finish soon For now the light is dying

And my work began “It was a cold and stormy night” In truth it was I shivered as I continued to write.

By Abby R.

I Cannot Hear

The noise is deafening I cannot hear a thing From now on I think My ears will always ring

I think it’s getting louder now This really will not do It makes me want to ask you how I’ll ever make it through

It’s odd you know I think it’s really weird No matter what Mom asks me I never seem to hear.

Dedicated to my Mom By Abby R.

I’m a Good Ignorer

You can tell me what to do I’ll nod and say I'll do it You might not even know That I’m ignoring you all through it

Tell me all your worries I’ll pretend to care If I really heard you I listened on a dare

You can let me in on secrets I won’t ever tell If you want me to pay attention Confide in someone else

Yes, I’m a good ignorer I don’t mean to be rude But sometimes I will listen When the topic’s food

By Abby R.

Summer Time Down by the creek I'll sit down on the rocks I'll kick off my shoes And pull off my socks It's time to relax Lay down on the grass It's time to stop working And cramming for class Summer has come No more waiting at last It's hard to believe How much time has passed School was so boring I hated it much the only subject I liked was lunch What? Where did summer go? How long did this poem take Now I have to wait till next year At least I still have winter break. By Abby R.

Popcorn

Pop, pop, pop My favorite sound As I watch The spinning tray go round

Popcorn's delicious And fun to eat Possibly My favorite treat

Choose popcorn If you have a choice Eat it and We'll all rejoice

It's snack time's best friend Butter it up Pop it and Eat it in a bowl or a cup Oh no! This is really bad There's no more I'll have to make another bag Dedicated to Mara and Adam Cabrera By Abby R.

Billy Colman I'm from....... By Chloe I'm from the Ozark Mountains, From the rushing Illinois river, I'm from the sweet horehound candy, From hunting coons, From cherry soda and corn bread, I'm from my mom and my dad who love me so much, From the fields of golden grass, I'm from my grandpa who Is my only friend, That's where I'm from. I'm Billy Colman.

Billy Colman's I'm from

I'm from the Ozark Mountains, from the town of Tallequah, from the state of Oklahoma, from the Illinois river. I'm from a family of three sisters, two great hounds, a grandpa that loves me very well, and two great parents. I'm from eating horehound and loving to drink soda pop. I'm from loving to hunt with my two hunting hounds, to visiting my grandpa's general store. I'm from having to wait for my valuables but it's all worth it. Dylan

I'm From...Billy Colman
By Brandon M I'm from my house deep in the Ozarks from the Illinois River and the big sycamore tree. I'm from farm land, from the forest filled with trees, from chasing old coons with my hounds in the river bottoms. I'm from going to Grandpa's old country store, from farming the fields in the hot, noon-day sun. I'm from chopping down the big sycamore tree, from Little Ann, Old Dan, and all my funny sisters. I'm from eggs, cornbread, and beans, from salt pork and chicken with dumplings. I'm from saving my money from 2 years to get my amazing pups.

Billy Colman's I'm From By Alison

I'm from 20 miles off Tallequah, The Ozarks, And the Illinois River. I'm from Mama and Papa, And my three little sisters, Grandpa and Old Dan, Plus Little Ann. I'm from tasty chicken and dumplings, Hore Hound, And boiled eggs and salted pork. From that delicious strawberry soda pop the marshal bought me. I'm from hunting with Old Dan, Plus Little Ann, From training to treeing, I am from determination, Ring-tailed coon games, And the Colman family.  ~Alison I'm from the deep forests of the Ozarks and mama's chicken and dumplings. I'm from catching critters to taking on more than I can handle. I'm from a large family and sad memories. I'm from perseverance and integrity. I'm from bittersweet candy and grandpas store. I'm from day by day to the values of life. I'm from from my very first soda to I bet you five dollars. From the Ozarks to the Illinois river thats where I'm from.  I'm From (Billy Colman)

I'm From a beautiful valley where mountains stand tall in the Ozarks representing a mountain range in the state of Missouri, I'm From a heart thumping with determination to hunt down coons with my dogs to make them the best in the entire valley, I'm From a family full of love and care and a grandpa with warm, friendly eyes. I'm From a twenty-five cent sack of candy from the store to my mother's steamy, craved chicken dumplings, I'm From the mother of determination and the protection of my two beloved red-bone hounds, Little Ann and Old Dan.

Danny Y - Peak 2

I am from a strict but loving family I am from the biter sweet horehound The twenty mile away from Tallequah And the juicy, tasty chicken with a side of beans
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I am from the extreme burst of strawberry soda The wonderful times with grandpa

I am from the hardworking days of hunting The furious coons Soon all my adventures will be as tall as the Ozark mountains -Leah T ||~  ||||   ||>   ||  <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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I'm from...Billy Coleman I'm from Simple living, to back at the smokehouse, From coon hunting, To ol' Dan And of course, Little Ann, I'm from Mama's chicken and dumplings, The HoreHounds and Jawbreakers, are obviously where I come from, From Grandpa's shop, And from Our beautiful home in the Ozark mountains, is where I come from. ~Brendan~

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Hunter I'm from the roaring waters in the Colorado mountains, I'm from hunting and fishing, I'm from the planting and growing, I'm from the quiet holy house of God. I'm from the long grass and tall trees, I'm from the great German pride. I'm from the rock peak of a cliff, I'm from the wonderful place above the clouds. I'm from the "get to bed, Hunter", I'm from the poisin ivy that gives you a rash.
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My Mom By: Katie R My mom does a lot of stuff for me She cares about me and will take care of me My mom will make my food for me My mom will tell me to follow my dreams She is like a good friend to me She will help me in whatever I have trouble with My mom has a great sense of humor and will laugh at the simple things My mom loves me to the moon and back.

My Dog By: Katie My dog, LJ He relies on me to feed him and let him outside My dog cares for me and will protect me My dog will lean on me when he's tired and I will lean on him LJ is small with a raccoon face, he is fierce like a raccoon He is also gentle and loving with a big heart My dog has a great sense of humor My dog can be a little bit of a wimp sometimes He is afraid of the cat but acts like he's not My dog is a welsh corgi.

As I lay in my bed, I wait... I wait... I wait to hear the rain fall upon the apple blossoms and flow through the weak stem. I wait to hear the ocean crash against the rocks; the mermaids brush their long, shining hair... knowing that they will not be seen by the non-believer's eyes. I wait to hear all the birds sing their peaceful wake-up song in the dense trees of the Amazon Rain forest. Singing their song; feeling that it might be the only day. I wait to hear crickets sing their lullabies in the bushes; in which all the butterflies coming out of their cocoons to listen. I wait to hear the rain fall upon the apple blossoms and flow through the once weak stem; of life. As I lay in my bed, I wait... I wait...
 * __"As I Lay in My Bed, I Wait... I Wait..." __**
 * By: Natalie B**