My shoes, my shoes,
My colorful shoes,
Covered in greens
And reds and blues.
They’re a little big
So I can wiggle my toes,
The stripes match almost
All of my clothes.
I can go biking,
Walking and hiking,
I can play basketball,
Run down the hall,
That’s why I like these shoes
Most of all.
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Happy poetry month! This is a poem I wrote for my Language Arts class about shoes. We’ve been writing poems all month and it is just delightful!
We have our annual Dream Flags celebration coming up soon, where the whole school gets together to write and speak aloud poetry. It’s been one of my favorite things to do ever since 6th grade when I first learned about it once I started middle school. Too bad, though, this year neither the chorus or the band is performing in it, as the school has decided to focus entirely on poetry, and I can’t blame them for that. I wonder how it’s all going to play out this year. Also, I’ve heard rumours that if it’s too hot, we’re going to do it inside the gym. But, I don’t really think that’s a good idea, because then we won’t be able to see the poems hanging outside in the breeze, like they’re meant to be.
Uniformed unicorn with his corn on the cob and his cushy job as a fleeing fireman in the face of a fire.
A Limerick
Or an Illiteration.
I woke up today and before I even opened my eyes, I thought of this. What kind of dreams have I been having?
Thinking, eating,
living, and breathing,
sometimes I wish
I could just stay dreaming.
Sitting, laying,
in my bed,
swirling thoughts
in my head.
The cat cries at the back screen door
He thinks, What are you playing this sick game for?
I’ve just put the flea stuff all over his skin
Now he wants to go out instead of staying in
He rubs up against my leg,
His big, almond eyes are starting to beg
Oh, please, Oh, please, Won’t you let me out?
I can almost see his lips forming a pout
He meow meow meows in a pleading way
When all he wants to do is run about and play
Then he sits down to come up with an excuse
Probably thinking, This is animal abuse!
Just when I think he’s calmed down a bit
Soon he’s off on another fit
I can barely concentrate with him staring at me
All I can think is What a poor kitty
At last I hear a Ding! and the treatment is done
Now my flealess kitty can finally have some fun
Rain is pouring
It makes the day
Boring
Stay in the house?
Not even the mouse
Wants to do that
Not during the Summer
When the sun is brighter
And it’s out longer
Except when it rains
What I hate about this year’s Dream Flag poems is that my teacher, Mrs. Lee told us that our poems had to be 15 lines long! To me, I think that is very long. But, that might be because I usually just write haikus. You know, they’re only 3 lines long. I did a haiku for last year’s poem in Mrs. Bauer’s class and it got the message across perfectly. Much better than any long, drony, poem that I could have written. I wanted to share my poem for this year with all you people out there, though. Please tell me what you think!
Dreams inspire us
to do things
we never thought we could
A little voice
inside our heads
saying that we should
do
what we’ve always wanted to
be
ourselves, open and free
voice
our opinions loud and strong
get
what we’ve worked for all along
Everything starts with a dream
