Poetry Month: Day Sixteen (by Luke)

I chose "Sister for Sale" because   I like how it does repetition at the beginning when it says
''one sister for sale! one sister for sale! one crying and spying young sister for sale! '' and I like how
he has rhymes in it because it says '' I'm really not kidding , so who'll start bidding?''


Sister for Sale by Shel Silverstein 
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
so who'll start bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
 a  nickel?
a penny?
oh isn't there, isn't there,isn't there any
one kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?

Poetry Month: Day Fifteen (by Eli)

I chose "Another" because this poem because it relates to my topic that I'm writing my anthology is about. The poem is about divorce.

Another
drawn-out
night

another
bitter, brutal
fight.

time
stood still
till
morning
broke
with a
trembling
throbbing
terrored-force

as
I woke up
sleepily
half-believing
i hadn't
hear
the
dreaded
word


Divorce
-by Lee Bennett Hopkins

Poetry Month: Day Fourteen (by Indi)

I chose "Reid's Birthday" because Tuesday is his b-day and I wrote a poem book about him and today is May 14!
HIS B-DAY!

Reid's Birthday
Reid has a birthday May 14 it is,
For his party he had pizza and cake
And after he watched a movie.
Two people stayed for the sleepover.
And they had ''lego chima'' sets
What a terrible night for me
and
mom.
OUCH!
[I like saying ouch]
-by Indi

Poetry Month: Day Thirteen (by Julia)

I chose "Abusement Park" because It really shows how nauseous people can get on amusement park rides. Just thinking about it makes me sick!    UGH!

Abusement Park
We went to an amusement park,
my family and I.
We rode on rides so scary,
I expected I would die.

We rode a roller coaster
called The Homicidal Comet.
It had so many loop-de-loops
it nearly made us vomit.

We rode The Crazed Tornado,
and it jerked us hard and quick.
If it were any longer,
we would certainly be sick.

We rode The Psycho Octopus,
which packed a nasty punch.

I think we're pretty lucky
that we didn't lose our lunch.

And last we rode repeatedly
The  Flailing Tilt-a-Whirl.
It shook us all so sharply,
I'm surprised we didn't hurl.

I haven't felt that nauseous
since I can't remember when.
I'm really looking forward
to the day we go again.
-by Kenn Nesbitt

Poetry Month: Day Twelve (by Omala)

I chose "DDivorced" because I think it really went with my anthology  because I am writing about divorce.

DDivorced

I was walking
home from school
opened the door
it slammed against the wall boom
I sow my mom and my dad
Fighting
their voices hitting me like thunder
I yell,
"stop it now"
 I stared at them


they said they where going
to get a divorce
"stop stop it now"i mutter to myself
I run to my room
I hate them so much.
They open the door.
My mom says they have a system
one day at my dads house and a dad at my moms house
I think it's so
complicated.
but for now
I have to.
Deal.
with it.
-BY ZACHARY MILLER

Poetry Month: Day Eleven (by Ava M.)

I chose "Pack" because it really stood out to me like I thought it was really cool because i like how he adds all those details and hidden thoughts.

Pack
The boxes
into the car,
pile of dishes,
load in the clothes,
squeeze in
pots and pans,
our two radios-
can't waste a space-
 everything goes.

Crowd in the Mama,
the Daddy,
the sister,
jam in the brother,
make room for my toes-
can't waste space-
everything goes.

Bundle the memories
we're moving today
from
Scranton, PA,
to
Newark, NJ.
-by Lee Bennett Hopkins

Poetry Month: Day Ten (by Nina)

I chose "The Dreaded" because I really think it shows a whole new "going to the vet "experience.

The Dreaded
vet
soon your on your way
once
you've been pushed and stuffed in a
crate.
then into a car,and bad smells waft into your nose
and nauseousness fills your stomach
then 
your there.
left in your crate 
which
 is put 
on the
floor.
where dogs try and sniff you.
you try to hide in the shadows of your crate.
then into a room where you're let out.
strangers come and poke you.
then they talk to your owner.
then back into the crate,
through the waiting room,
into the car,
nauseousness.
then,finally
HOME.
here I am 14 years old,
a kitten no more. 
And now I know never
to give up, 
you'll always
reach
what you call
home. 
Now my young kittens listen
close
hope is a very precious
thing that 
is not to be 
lost, no never to 
be lost. 
-by Nina

Poetry Month: Day Nine (by David)

I chose "Lie" because out of all my poems this had most powerful words because it had the most powerful sentences and kind of showed personification.

Lie
Lie is the killer of truth
Lie is the son of ignorance
Lie is troublemaker of life
Lie is the cook of unfaithfulness
Lying is killing hope
Lying is hopeless
Lying fights confidence
Lying is the power of trouble
Lying isn't helping
Lying affects confidence
Lying loves the bad tempered
Lying invents more problems
Lying creates psychos
Lie was made from lazy
Lie, why would you do it?
-By David
 

Poetry Month: Day Eight (by Aden)

I chose "The Raven" because last year my class had a poetry performance which was really fun and my favorite poem was  "The Raven". Also I like this poem because I love the wonderful words that Edgar Allan Poe  used this is why I chose  "The Raven."

The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
-by Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry Month: Day Six (by Oscar)

I chose "The Talking Tissue" because it is fun to read and I think it's funny.Also I enjoyed writing it and I would like to share it with everyone.

Here it is:

The Talking Tissue
I woke up one
morning,
and guess what
I found,
a talking tissue,
laying on the ground.
I tried to pick it up,
but it jumped
away,I guess
I'll just stand here,
day-after-day.
I said:"Why are you here
in my house?"
It said:"because I am
running
from a
mouse!"
I stared at it
and it stared at me,
all of this weirdness
makes me have to pee,
I stared at it more,
it pointed under my bed,
I looked and saw
a puny little head.
The tissue ran strait out of the place,
and the mouse,
well...
it jumped on my face.
I was mad,
the tissue
 felt bad.
I was going to call my dad,
but when I opened my mouth
the mouse crawled down
my throat
and my cat jumped from
under my bed.
-by Oscar

Poetry Month: Day Five (by Isabelle)

I chose "Bubbles" because I love bubbles. I had a really good time at this bubble show. Bubbles are so much fun to me.

Bubbles
pic,pic,pic                                                                                                                                                                                                 
there I am standing
in a huge 
b
u
b
b
l
e
around me
and taking a 
pic,pic,pic

the lights went out
the bubbles came 
I can just feel the
pressure pounding
on me
to many bubbles

the bubbles were  bursting
out with 
l
a
u
g
h
t
e
r
bubbles so many
I can't go anywhere
without popping bubbles
I am obsessed with
b
u
b
b
l
e
s
bubbles here
bubbles there
bubbles everywhere

I some times even dream
about bubbles
I love bubbles
-by Isabelle

Poetry Month: Day Four (by Daniel)

I chose "Bathroom" because I really like this poem. I like sharing this poem and having other people see it! I hope you enjoy it!

Bathroom
Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Got to go!
Katie Clements says no!
It's slowly dripping down my pants!
It feels like a bunch of crawling ants!

Sweat is dripping down my face!
I really don't want to be in this case!
Oh-My-Gosh! Katie says yes!
I can't believe I'm out of this mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-by Daniel

Poetry Month: Day Three (by Stella)

I chose "Here Comes" because I thought it would be a good poem for Spring and Summer. I also choose it because it doesn't talk just about summer it talks about what happens in summer.

Here Comes
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Chirping robins,
budding roses.
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Gental showers,
summer clothes.
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Whoosh-shiver- there it goes.
-by Shel Silverstein

Poetry Month: Day Two (by Joley)

I chose "Hurray" because my birthday is tomorrow [my birthday is 3rd of May] And I thought of having a fun one and a lively one!!! Also i was inspired by Shel Silverstein.


Hurray
"Hurray" I say with joy in my heart and soul.

"Hurray" I say with a jump and a leap.

"Hurray" I say with a toy kangaroo in my hand and a pizza slice in the other.

"Hurray" I say running down and up the curly stairs with a pencil in one hand and a jacket in the other what I need to bring down stairs today.


"Goodnight" I say with a pillow and a cuddly toy and I head to my moms and dads room.

"My birthday is tomorrow"I say z
                                                        z
                                                           z

"Hurray" I say
                       z
                         z

                       z
With a cuddly toy and me in the middle dad on the left mom on the right.

"HURRAY" We all say !!!!

Poetry Month: Day One (by Imani)

I chose "The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein because I love how the tree was always loyal to the boy as he grew up. Even though the boy  forgot about the tree. The tree gave him every thing he needed in life. Again even though the boy forgot the tree the tree was very kind.


The Giving Tree (an excerpt)

Then one day the boy came to the tree

and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and climb

up my trunk and swing from my branches

and eat apples and play in my shade

and be happy.”

“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy.

“I want to buy things and have fun.

I want some money.

Can you give me some money?”

“I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I have no money.

I have only leaves and apples.

Take my apples, Boy, and sell them

in the city. Then you will have money

and you will be happy.”

-by Shel Silverstein 

Poetry Month is Here!

Our school celebrates Poetry Month in May, and this month, we'll be celebrating each day by sharing our favorite poems with you. Each student in the class will have the chance to choose a favorite poem and publish it on the blog, accompanied by a description of why they choose the poem. Check back each day to read another poem. Please leave comments on our poems! Let us know what you think about our selections!