Poetry By:
Room 138 Winter 2012
Table of Contents: Chapter 1: Toni Abson Chapter 2: Zoe Ackerman Chapter 3: Noemi Bender Chapter 4: Madison Bodor Chapter 5: Elizabeth Clowney Chapter 6: Kianna Daye Chapter 7: Sincere Denson Chapter 8: Joshua DiMarino Chapter 9: Julianna Figueroa Chapter 10: Noah Gonzalez Chapter 11: Shaun Hamilton Chapter 12: Savannah Hawkins Chapter 13: Emily Holecz Chapter 14: Sarah Kearney Chapter 15: Jessica Kolb Chapter 16: Jake Koster Chapter 17: Haiden Kuhns Chapter 18: Matthew Lesher Chapter 19: Gia McCormick Chapter 20: Kylie Murray Chapter 21: Lien Nguyen Chapter 22: Logan Richter Chapter 23: Sabrina Smith Chapter 24: Amanda Stofko Chapter 25: Rachel Towler
Chapter 1:
Poetry By Toni Abson
Cupcake by: Toni Abson
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Chapter 2:
Poetry By Zoe Ackerman
Gingerbread By: Zoe Ackerman Gingerbread Yummy, brown Backing, tasting, yum Don’t let the gingerbread run away! Cookie
Chapter 3:
Poetry By Noemi Bender
Snow By: Noemi Bender Sparkling, glistening, soft, freezing snow. Looking for a place to land and make cold. Some little snowflakes will land on your nose!!
Henry By: Noemi Bender Henry Crazy, interactive Jumping, fighting, eating Playing with Reese The cat
Tornados By: Noemi Bender Throwing trucks and cars so far! Sucking like a vacuum anything it can find! CHASH! BAM! Nothing about it is kind! Hundreds of People will die! The weather siren fills The air! But the tornado can’t They leave the City and Don’t Come Back!
Gold By: Noemi Bender Gold smells like honey. It feels soft, but strong. It looks like a cloud of thoughts, ready to tell silver their opinion. It sounds like a bell. Soft and sweet Gold taste like the morning sun. Gold is a dream That sandman himself creates. Gold is a lion’s mane glowing in the gold, morning, sun.
Silver By: Noemi Bender
Silver looks like a ball of questions for gold. Silver feels hard, with lots of iron will. Silver smells like peace on earth. Silver tastes like mist in the wind. Silver sounds like a kitten playing with silver silk. Silver is a blizzard, cold, but cool.
Bronze By: Noemi Bender Bronze looks like a shiny voice telling gold and silver to be quiet. Bronze feels like a galloping horse in the wind. Bronze tastes like chocolate. Bronze sounds like a “clink, clink� of silver playing with bronze. Bronze is always last in competition against silver and gold. Bronze is an ocelot in the wild jungle hunting prey.
Chapter 4:
Poetry By Madison Bodor
Madison Nice, caring, loving, helping Sister of Sydney and Lauren Lover of my parents, my sisters and my dogs and cat Who feels happy, exited, and sad sometimes Who fears spiders, big animals and the dark Who would like to see less homework, more outside play, and the Eiffel Tower Resident of Pottstown P.A Bodor
Candy Canes By: Madison Bodor Candy Canes Sweat, Tasty Swaying, dangling, falling They are as sweet as a cherry Candy
Hurricanes By: Madison Bodor The lightning bright The wind running everywhere The thunder booming The earth is damp and misty The water cold The trees down The bark flying like airplanes crashing The trees yelling and screaming though the storm
Green By: Madison Bodor Green is the color of the leaves in the summer Green is the color of dollar bills Green is the color of pine needles Green is like a melody Green is like peace Green is the color of fresh cut grass Green is the color of M and M’s Green is like a sea turtle Green is the color of green granny smith apples
Feeling Happy By: Madison Bodor Smiling from side to side Opening gifts on Christmas day Eating my favorite cookies/food Seeing me getting good grades on my tests Going to the family reunion Playing with my sisters/friends Buying stuff with my own money Picking out my favorite movie Watching my favorite TV show Riding my bike in my driveway Going to field trips Having a great time
Chapter 5:
Poetry By Elizabeth Clowney
COOKIES By Elizabeth Clowney
Cookies are good Cookies are great I like to eat them off my plate
Cookies are so yummy They fit perfectly in my tummy
Cookies are so great My brother likes to stuff them in his face If he could, he would even eat them in space.
Chapter 6:
Poetry By Kianna Daye
Hurricane Hurricanes windy, rainy. Loud like the pop of a balloon. Wet, damp, cool and cold. Water rises like a tsunami! My weather poem by KIANNA DAYE
This is my color poem by KIANNA DAYE
Green Green is the color of the fresh cut grass in your front lawn. Green is your sour green apple sitting on the kitchen table. Green is the turtle and frog you found at the lake. Green is your Christmas tree. Green is Green cards are good at school. Green is like peace. Green is the color of your new shirt. Green sounds like a jungle or a forest Green is the dollar bill in your pocket. Green is Green is my favorite color.
My Name Poem By KIANNA DAYE eeps on playing basketball love giving people hugs lways will be nice ot a mean person ot nervous to go on stage lways being nice to others
Chapter 7:
Poetry By Sincere Denson
The Color Green By: Sincere Denson Green is like the Grinch Green is a granny smith apple, Green sounds like green juice, Green tastes like a green apple, Green smells like rotten salad, Green feels like a green ball, Green looks like green mint ice cream, Green is like green plants, Green is like a green shirt.
The Grinch By: Sincere Denson Stinky Green, mean, Stink, stank, stunk He’s mean, ugly, stinks, and hates Christmas, Grumpy Grinch.
The Color Red By: Sincere Denson Red is like a rose, Red smells like perfume, Red feels like an apple, Red tastes like a tomato, Red smells like rotten tomatoes.
Chapter 8:
Poetry By Joshua DiMarino
Cello by Joshua DiMarino Cello Loud, lovely Playing, singing, sawing Sounds really nice String instrument
Ocelot by Joshua DiMarino Ocelot Fury, friendly Running, hunting, fishing Really fun to watch Wildcat
Christmas by Joshua DiMarino -
Christmas looks like snow
Christmas feels like warm fire Christmas smells like gingerbread cookies Christmas tastes like candy canes Christmas sounds like bells Christmas is like a world of awesome Christmas is the best time of the year
Clear by Joshua DiMarino
Clear looks like glass Clear feels cold Clear smells like water s
Clear tastes like rock
Clear sounds like the shattering of glass Clear is like a tank Clear is a diamond
Yellow by Joshua DiMarino Yellow looks like the sun in the morning Yellow feels like joy and peace Yellow smells like lemonade in the summer Yellow tastes like sweet lemons Yellow sounds happy Yellow is how I feel when I am happy Yellow is a happy cofu
Chapter 9:
Poetry By Julianna Figueroa
The Blizzard By: Julianna Figueroa White drops of rain fall from the sky, Within that white drop it feels like rain, With drops of snow it gets quite loud, Will it ever snow, but now it smells like nothing as if it was stained, What a taste, it tastes like water, just from that one little white drop that fell from the sky.
Color Poem (Neon Green) By: Julianna Figueroa Neon Green looks like grass waiting to be played on. Neon Green feels like a soft blanket. Neon Green smells like a lime. Neon Green tastes like green apples. Neon Green sounds like the writing of a green marker. Neon Green is like leaves surrounding me. Neon Green is a beautiful color.
Dogs By: Julianna Figueroa Dog Cute, fluffy Barking, running, playing I love dogs so much Puppies
Family Poem Julianna Daughter of mom and dad Lover of dogs, mom, and dad Who feels happy, sad, and remembering Who also feels scared when left alone; being very, very, very high in the air, and venomous snakes Who would like to see a famous person, Disney world, and the Grand Canyon Resident of North Coventry, Pennsylvania Figueroa
Chapter 10:
Poetry By Noah Gonzalez
Green looks like a brand new Christmas tree Green feels like fresh air whipping around you Green smells like pine from an Evergreen Green is like a Green sea Turtle swimming in the deep Green is like the Forest with all of its nature Green is like soccer fields Green is like peace Green is my favorite color
Chapter 11:
Po etry By Shaun Hamilton
Christmas Christmas Snowy, presents Snowing, playing, fighting with snowballs People playing in the snow Snow day Play full Joyful By: Shaun Hamilton
Chapter 12:
Poetry By Savannah Hawkins
Color Poem (Pink) By: Savannah Hawkins Pink looks like a piggy Pink feels like a soft stuffed animal pig Pink smells like pink steak Pink tastes like pink steak Pink sounds like a little pig in my hands Pink is my second favorite color
Piglet Piglet Adorable and pink Rolling, oinking, squealing Getting messy rolling in the mud Hog
Star By: Savannah Hawkins Hot, Big Shining, roaming, burning It gives everyone light Sun
Chapter 13:
Poetry By Emily Holecz
By: Emily H.
Chapter 14:
Poetry By Sarah Kearney
Chapter 15:
Poetry By Jessica Kolb
PANDAS By: Jessica Kolb Panda Black, white Eating, sleeping, climbing My favorite animal Cute
SANTA By: Jessica Kolb Fat, plump Working, eating, watching O so jolly St. Nick
PINK By: Jessica Kolb PINK is like a panda’s nose PINK feels like the moon PINK smells like perfume PINK tastes like popcorn PINK sounds like the wind PINK is love
Chapter 16:
Poetry By Jake Koster
J
AGUAR, I AM AS FAST AS a JAGUAR
A
RCH ENIMES I HAVE FEW ARCH ENIMES
K E
OSTER IS MY LAST NAME
XCITED I AM ALWAYS Exited
Chapter 17:
Poetry By Haiden Kuhns
Chapter 18:
Poetry By Matthew Lesher
RED Red looks like Nya’s spinjizu Red is the fire sword Red feels like the paint of the blade cycle Red smells like burning buildings Red tastes like hot sauce Red sounds like death Red is the Hympnobri’s eyes Red is awesome By: Matthew Lesher
Chapter 19:
Poetry By Gia McCormick
Tree By: Gia McCormick Tree is a good to grow for us Tree is good for Christmas Tree is good in your backyard and you can play with trees
The Color Blue By: Gia McCormick Blue is a blue car. Blue is my favorite color I like blue.
I Like Popcorn By: Gia McCormick Popcorn is my favorite and I eat popcorn every day.
Chapter 20:
Poetry By Kylie Murray
Kylie
Crazy, weird, genius and friendly Sister of Ryan Lover of nature, reading and paranormal Who feels happy, graceful, silly Who fears leeches, bully’s, her brother Who would like to see more pets and food Resident of Pottstown Murray
My Morning By: Kylie Murray I’m lying on my bed Playing with my hair Watching my TV Eating chips Humming a tune Now wait, it’s noon?
Orange By: Kylie Murray Orange tastes citrus-y Orange is powder on my cheese curls Orange is awesome!
Chapter 21:
Poetry By Lien Nguyen
Gingerbread Man By: Lien Nguyen Gingerbread Man Tasty, athletic Running, screaming, gobbling He jumps out of the oven Dessert
Teal By: Lien Nguyen Teal looks like pretty hair extensions waving at you, saying “Buy me, my turn� in a British accent. Teal feels like a disco party, hanging out with your friends, having a good time. Teal smells like Egypt with all their ancient colors. Teal tastes like cupcakes with teal icing and gold sprinkles. Teal sounds like a humming bird buzzing their beautiful beloved wings. Teal is like a jazzy disco party Teal is paint sprawled on a canvas.
Lien Creative, smart, kind, messy Sister of Talan Lover of Hello Kitty, Mom, Dad, and Talan Who feels happy, angry, and grumpy (sometimes?) Who fears bugs, nightmares, and pill bugs? Who would like to see a Taylor Swift concert, more treats, and no bugs alive Resident of North Coventry, Pennsylvania Nguyen
Hamster BY: Lien Nguyen Hamster Cute, small Nibbling, snickering, running Staying up past 9:00 Gerbil
Chapter 22:
Poetry By Logan Richter
Chapter 23:
Poetry By Sabrina
Smith
My
Poem
By Sabrina Smith Yellow is the color of the overjoyed sun Yellow is the color that’s always laughing Yellow is how I sometimes feel when I’m happy Yellow is like a new summer day waiting to happen Yellow tastes like a sour yet sweet lemon Yellow sounds like the sea through sea shells Yellow is….what isn’t it?!
Christmas is…. The birth of Jesus Christmas is being thankful Christmas is about giving, not getting Christmas is about putting up the tree Christmas smells of candy canes Christmas sounds of a jolly old man laughing Christmas is a wonderful time of year…. ISN’T IT? By: Sabrina Smith
Poem By: Sabrina Smith I have to write a poem. The only thing is…well I don’t know what it is going to be about. What about a piggy bank that’s broke! Nope. That’s too weird. Oh, I know! What a about a mouse on the moon. No, a mouse can’t go to the moon. You see poetry isn’t easy. Wait this time I really know! I should write a poem about a poem! No……….
Chapter 24:
Poetry By Amanda Stofko
Thunder Storm By: Amanda Stofko BANG! CRASH! BOOM! Is what I heard as I was laying in my bed. As still as a cat trying to catch a mouse. Outside the rain is slowing down, but it still smells like salt water. It looks like a rainy mess outside.
Poetry about me! By: Amanda Stofko Amanda Crafty, helpful, loving to family Sister of Daniel and Katelyn Lover of Neon, Rainbow, Tugger, Gracie and family Who fears of spiders, being away from home for a long time and being away from pets and family. Resident of Pottstown, North Coventry.
Chapter 25:
Poetry By Rachel Towler
Blue By: Rachel Towler
Blue looks like a clear sunny sky. Blue feels like a soft fluffy cloud. Blue smells like a cold winter breeze. Blue sounds like gentle whispering trees. Blue is as perfect as a broken ship. Blue is a thought in your head telling you to laugh.
Trees By: Rachel Towler
Trees are the beat of our hearts. Trees are the breath in our lungs. Trees are our laugh. Trees are our voice. Trees are who we are.
Thunder By: Rachel Towler
Thunder Loud, unseen Crashing, Booming, Striking Makes you jump high Bang
Rain By: Rachel Towler
Rain Wet, cold Dripping, dropping, splashing Falling on you Water
Golden By: Rachel Towler
You are golden if you are kind You are golden if you aren’t perfect You are golden if you believe You are golden if you are yourself