Another way of communicating April,2015
Dedication
I dedicate my poems to my family and friends. They are the people who helped me get through the good and bad times.
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Gateway to Neverland Growing old means getting wiser But getting wiser can create great pain Great pain will hurt for years to come But the Gateway to Neverland can give an escape
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The key to the gate can only be given to those who are good So be good if you want the great joy of being young No more growth will ever come once you’ve past the golden doors
The Golden boy will greet you And he will show you the gold path The path will then guide you to the gorgeous NEVERLAND
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Alliteration
The Falling Apple The apple red and bright Grabbing the tree with ease As healthy as possible All day and night surviving well Until winter struck
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the apple rottened grabbing the tree with all its effort the apple got weak all the power it had was gone know its just a falling apple
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Assonance
In a school there are some rules Some of which I despise But the rule I am indifferent to Are the chiming bells The morning bells are the ones I least like Their annoying bang tells me I have to come back to reality I wait a few hours until another bell rings The one that I am referring to Are the ones that let me take a break They twinkle and ring like the dancing bells in my dream
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I wait a little more And I count the hour, minute, and seconds Just one more bell And I have all my freedom back That ring dismisses my brain for the day And then I can go back to my dreams
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Onomatopoeia
The Perfect Pink Pointe Shoes
I see the admiring faces of ballerinas everyday Their eyes glow when they first open my door They hold me tight Like a mother does to her daughter They dream of the day they use me in their class I am the perfect, pink pointe shoes
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They try me on and feel my hard tip Then they look in the mirror They see that I am worth the pain They buy me anyway They use me in their first performance And when they hear the cheers and applause They remember I am the perfect, pink pointe shoes
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personification
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Book Discover Walking into the library silence thousands of books hard to decide Thump! looking back a book dusty, black and gold cover open 9
blank pages close “Fear,� I said open words the taste of Mystery is it Magic? I guess it is a book to discover
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Imagery
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Rhyme
I Wish... I want to be as successful as Steve Jobs My goals are set higher than Mount Everest I believe I can blossom faster than any flower I am determined to work hard
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I will be the fairest of them all Independent like a one of a kind dress I never want to give up like a wall that never crumbles I hope my work pays off And I hope I will become the shooting star Like the ones in my dream
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Simile/Metaphor
It’s Just Food The cooking smell Soft texture The burnt parts The sizzling sound
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Meat? The juicy blood The nasty toasted parts Why it is so chewy? The white plate With a side of rice, Some veggies, And meat for protein 16
Tone
Calm Down! Loud and reckless Spills and slips everywhere Splash! People jumping in the pool Fully closed… Please! People don’t play around You can get hurt or drown
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Peace and tranquility Nice iced drinks The pool is clear The music that I hear Is not rock and roll It just speaks to the soul
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Mood
The City of Love That smell of croissants With fashion all around Gorgeous people walking and Eating petit macaroons
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I look up and lights are glowing The Eiffel Tower all lit up People falling in love on every corner The mimes wearing black and white Although they mock me They are part of the place That I admire the most
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Allusion
Homework is NOT a Game
Why do we have homework? Come on we have 5,000 hours of Brain Playing! Homework takes up all the time In the Universe! The time goes slower than an Old Turtle
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Why can’t homework be a game? It’s only fair I mean if it takes up my whole life It should be fun Homework just chains me down
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Hyperbole
Sonnet #1 Per.8 and 9 Colorless thine lips pale is thy visage ‘Tis night and thy wallet is so empty Sleeping with distance unknowns that enrage Alas thou is stuck in stupidity Lost in a moment since twas just 18 Falling to pieces like old crumbled skones Looking for a better life in between
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Life and death all to feed her weakened bones Drowning in a sea of cold loneliness The lass cannot learn how to calmly float An angle lost all of her happiness Call girl, no answer seems to be remote Spirit on her way to heaven tonight No more time to arise and her flight
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Sonnet