A Lifetime of Poems Isa Garcia April 14, 2015 Period 5/6
This poetry book is dedicated to my mom because she always helps me with everything and she is always keeping a positive attitude towards it. Even when its not the happiest time she always cheers me up. She helped me a lot with this project because she gave me ideas and comments to help improve the project and get a good grade.
Table of Contents Peter’s Parrots………………………………...5-6 The Robot Factory……………………………..7-8 School Emotions……………………….............9-10 School………………………………………...11-12 The hammer…………………………………..13-14 My Daily Routine……………………………...15-16 A Dream……………………………………....17-18 My Favorite Food……………………………...19-20 Beach Party…………………………………...21-22 Mother Teresa………………………………...23-24 Homework…………………………………....25-26 Sonnet 1……………………………………...27-28
Peter’s Parrots Alliteration
Peter had a palace in Panama He also had parrots which were noisy But what truly drove him insane were the people They would always demand things from him But he did not pay much attention to them Of course he only paid attention to his parrots One day while doing his payments, he heard his phone One angry person was tired of his horrible punishments So Peter sent his parrots to go straighten things out When they returned, they were in the people’s hands The people were furious for sending the parrots That was the life of a ruler that did not know how to rule But Peter’s parrots were good parrots so they punished the people the threatened Peter.
The Robot Factory Assonance
Robots are nice creatures They are here to help They can lock your house for you This is good now that humans are turning robotic They also have clocks built in to help tell time
I thought this would be good for our generation But now I am hoping that we can survive They now hop on top of buildings to destroy them People are now locking their own doors As predicted, the world is conquered by robots
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The morning, what a dreadful time As I am walking into class, THUMP! I run into the door Sigh‌ As the first bell rings It startled me as the Ringgg of the bell woke me up I am walking into 6th period, my stomach grummmmbling I was so hungry! Sitting eagerly, waiting for the teacher to finish groaning and complaining Finally! Ringgg, as I am running out of the room, THUMP! I tripped on a backpack So eager to leave school, but still another painful 45 minutes to go. My heart beating with excitement! My stomach groaning with butterflies BAM! The teacher comes in, shutting the door behind her Suddenly I jerked into an upright position Just as the teacher begins to talk, Ringggg! Time to go!
School
Personification
When I wake up every day I go outside and I see the trees swaying and dancing. I go to school, the tires of the car squeaking on the road. I step on the concrete as I exit As I enter the classroom, the door shrieks as I open it, telling me not to come in, it’s a trap! I walk in, the door closing behind me, I can hear the music coming from the walls, One class down, just seven more to go. My brain gasping for air, suddenly stops working
The Hammer Imagery
The silver hammer, beat up As I go to grasp it, if falls out of my hands The sound of the crash as it hits the floor The aroma of foil makes my head ache As I grab it again, I hear it tasting the wood Slowly pushing in the nail Building things slowly, making progress The bam! of the hammer working It sounds like bells Tiring work to use a hammer Sweat dripping down my face It hits the floor and suddenly I’m done, no more hammer.
Rhyme
School It’s just not cool Nobody does their homework Were all just loners Everybody ends up doing their homework at the last minute And our parents just don’t get it We try to cut class But our teachers look through the glass We always do just enough to get by Our teachers never let that fly We get expelled And the other schools just repel.
A Dream Simile/Metaphor
Soccer, my dream job as a professional player I love it like a baby duck loves its parents Soccer has become a part of me I will never let go, its like I’m stuck with velcro to it No days off Just like the pros do it When I score, the crowd goes crazy Like crazy animals without food I can never stop thinking about it It’s such a beautiful game like a tall skyscraper going beyond the clouds The soft grass on the field like a pillow and a soft blanket waiting for you to lay in them There are so many qualities to the game, I would name them all, but I could be here forever Like a dog waiting for its master The energy from the crowd keeps me motivated Like a fat person trying to get in shape There’s no stopping me from playing Like there’s no stopping a wolf from hunting prey Soccer has become a part of me.
My Favorite Food
Tone
Oh! How beautiful The melted cheese On top of warm fresh dough But ew! How Disgusting All the fat and grease It’s bad enough for your body It just adds up in you Warm cheese Warm dough tomatoes All parts of a pizza
Beach Party Mood
Beach Party in the day Fun in the sun There’s sand in my hand With my friends Like a group of birds Swish! Go the waves The party is crazy My precious presents are arriving with my parents. So much excitment as the party continues.
Beach Party at night The sun goes down No more sand in my hand Al my friends are gone Now like an empty jar Silence in the waves The party is almost gone No more precious presents Ring!! The bells are yelling at me to get off the beach.
Mother Teresa Allusion
The most inspirational person to ever live. She influenced many people throughout her life. It’s a shame that she was gone so soon. We needed her for a longer time before she left. No one can match up to her. Nobody is beyond compare. She was rarely with her family so she could help others. She has won many awards for her kind services. Over 100 awards for her efforts to make change happen. She will be known as a hero and will never be forgotten.
Homework Hyperbole
Taking out my pencil and paper, I have a billion things to do. I have a mountain of homework that I must complete. As I am writing, the paper collides with my skin, giving me a paper cut. The agonizing pain, it felt like I had been cut with a knife. But I must hold it in, this homework isn’t going to complete itself. One year later, I finally finish my homework for that night. I go to sleep, I wake up the next day and I go to school, ready to turn in my homework. But something was not right, I felt like something was missing. The homework!
Sonnet 1 Period 5/6
Dos’t thou ever feelest like an old bag Wrinkled, saggy so light soaring through the air Are thou underground none to hear you nag Thou spark ignites like a glistening flare Thou are not devoid of space that is waste Thine future cannot be told on this day Greatness is something thou will often taste Storms may come and rain, but rainbows will say Roads lead to doors that open new portals Thy heart will gleam like bright pyrotechnics Explosions in the sky like immortals Stopwatch goes off, my heart boom, boom, boom ticks Thought spirit is sparkling like a hidden gem the world will know thee and awaken.