Poetry Challenge

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April is Poetry Month! We will be reading,

writing, and learning about Poetry the rest
of the year!

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 Poetry Challenge
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What is Poetry? Reflections

BEGINNING of Quarter 4: What is poetry? What are your feelings on

poetry

I like poetry because it brings out feelings.Poetry is many things it

could be rhyming and many other things.My feelings are poetry is
cool and funny.

END of Quarter 4: What is poetry? What are your feelings on poetry?

Poetry is the literary in which special is given to the expressions of

feelings.What I think poetry is someone expressing themselves in a
rhyme or something else. My feelings on poetry is I really like poetry.
Also it makes me express myself in different ways. Last it can make
me cry also it can make me happy that is the last thing I like about
poetry
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Table of Contents
1 Homework, Oh
Homework

2 Technological Error

3 A Childs Thought

4 The Homework Machine

5 A Fairys Song

6 What are Heavy?

7 The Cat and the Moon

8 Jabberwocky

9 Hope

10 Be Glad Your Nose is on

Your Face

11 October

12 All Day Long

13 Whatif

14 The Sugar-Plum Tree

15 Gus-The Theater Cat

16 Color

17 Haiku
Poem 1 Date:

Homework, Oh Homework
By: Jack Prelutsky
Homework! Oh, Homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're giving me fts.

I'd rather take baths

with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework,
my teacher assigns.

Homework! Oh, homework!

you're last on my list,
I simple can't see
why you even exist,
if you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
Homework, oh Homework

Homework, oh Homework!

I dont like you stink!

You should go rot in a sink,

I dislike you so much!

You should become a speck of dust!

You should be thrown away,

Or get wet by the rain!

Homework, oh Homework

You make me look bad

As well you make me mad!

I would be watching a scary movie

But you always call me back!

Homework, oh homework

I dislike you! You stink!

Poem 2 Date:

Technological Error
By: Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

My computer got a virus.

(I didnt know it could.)

I gave it orange juice.

(It just seemed like I should.)

I put it in a chilly bath

(the way my mother would.)

And now it wont wake up at all.

This isnt looking good.
Game Error

My game froze.
(I took it to my dad.)
He said lick it why dont
you.
(It made me look bad.)
I did it I put it back.
(It got me very mad.)
I had to give it away.
I wasnt very happy.
Poem 3 Date:

A Childs Thought
By: Robert Louis Stevenson

At seven, when I go to bed,

I fnd such pictures in my head:
Castles with dragons prowling round,
Gardens where magic fruits are found;
Fair ladies imprisoned in a tower,
Or lost in an enchanted bower;
While gallant horsemen ride by streams
That border all this land of dreams
I fnd, so clearly in my head
At seven, when I go to bed.

At seven, when I wake again,

The magic land I seek in vain;
A chair stands where the castle frowned,
The carpet hides the garden ground,
No fairies trip across the floor,
Boots, and not horsemen, flank the door,
And where the blue streams rippling ran
Is now a bath and water-can;
I seek the magic land in vain
At seven, when I wake again.
A gamers thought
At ten ,When I sleep
I get a cup
I fill the cup with some stuff
so I can get buff
What I do is I ponder
Way down yonder
At ten, when I sleep
At ten,I wake up
I am not buff
Instead it was all a bluff
I realize I was not playing a game
instead i'm in shame
I realize that it wasnt real
Just like when you eat a holographic
meal.
At ten,when I wake up
Poem 4 Date:

The Homework Machine

By: Shel Silverstein

The Homework Machine,

Oh, the Homework Machine,
Most perfect
contraption that's ever been seen.
Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime,
Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds' time,
Your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.
Here it is 'nine plus four?' and the answer is 'three.'
Three?
Oh me . . .
I guess it's not as perfect
As I thought it would be
The Video Game Machine

Oh,the Video Game machine

Most perfect
Device the world has seen.
Just select the game you want, and put
in a dime
In fifteen seconds wait for the ding then
you know its time
Your game comes out as quick as can
be.
Here it is, wait it didn't come out how
could this be
Oh me
I guess it's not perfect
As well as it will never be.
Poem 5 Date:

A Fairys Song
By: William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fre!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
A Eagles Song

Over the clouds,Over the mountains

Through the trees,Through the skies
Over hills,over rivers
Through forests,Through summers
I do fly everywhere
Faster than sun's gaze
And I serve the bird king.
To do his work against many things
The snakes get eaten
In their shame by me
Those be diamonds,I must go search
Very secretly, and take them away
To my secret place every day.
Poem 6 Date:

What are Heavy?

By: Christina Georgina Rossetti

What are heavy?

Sea-sand and sorrow:

What are brief?

To-day and to-morrow:

What are frail?

Spring blossoms and youth:

What are deep?

The ocean and truth.
What are mad

What are mad

Losing,sadness
What are happy
Winning,ice cream
What are flavors
Chocolate vanilla
What are evil
Villains,clowns
Poem 7 Date:

The Cat and the Moon

By: W.B. Yeats

The cat went here and there

And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
The cat and the sun

The cat went here and there,

Almost always everywhere.

And one day she saw the lovely sun,

She decided she would do something fun.

So she decided to dance around the sun until it

laughed,

It wasnt very long for the sun to laugh.

So the cat decided to speak to it,

So the cat said my name is sunshine.

The sun said my name is the sun,

The sun said well it's time for me to go.

And the cat said but we just met dont leave,

The sun said dont worry I will be back

tomorrow,

So then the sun said Goodbye.

And the cat said goodbye as well to the sun

Hoping she would see the sun tomorrow.

Poem 8 Date:

Jabberwocky
By: Lewis Carroll

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Glipnorb

Twas a day,
Not like any other day.
A hero came to slay the glipnorb,
The glip norb was a terrible beast.
So the hero ventured into the tingle
forest,
And decided to slay the beast.
Then he saw what looked like the
glip norb,
Then the glip norb attacked him.
So with his super steam reflexes,
He slayed the giant beast.,
And everyone lived very peaceful.
Poem 9 Date:

Hope
By: Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

Ive heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Family

Family Is sweet
That no one can beat
And always goes
And never stops
And sometimes hurts
And brings sad times
That could crush your family
That scares you
I've seen families crushed by terrible
moments
And on the scariest days
Yet your still a family
And you still dont leave
Poem 10 Date:

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

By: Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose

were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for youd be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread

were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be

an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,

remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place
be glad your nose is on your face!
Be glad your eyes are on your face

Be glad your eyes are on your face.

Not in any other place,
For if it was not.
You would hate your eyes a lot,
Imagine if your beautiful eyes.
Were on your thigh,
That would not be fun.
It would would be scary to run,
I hope you're glad your eyes are on
your face.
Not in any other place,
Be glad your eyes are on your face.
Poem 11 Date:

October
By: Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrows wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
For the grapes sake along the wall.
December

Oloud December
You call to me like it's
november
You let me know
When there is snow
So I can come out to play
Just like every other day
I love you
I hope you love me too
Oloud December
Poem 12 Date:

All Day Long

By: Carl Sandburg

All day long in fog and wind,

The waves have flung their beating crests

Against the palisades of adamant.

My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,

Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap,

He looked at me from blue and steely eyes;

Natty, straight and true, he stepped away,

My boy, he went to sea.

All day long in fog and wind,

The waves have flung their beating crests

Against the palisades of adamant.

All week long

All week long super fun and cool

The slide super slick super slidey
My heart pounding

I went on the water slide

I freaked out because I got sucked under
the water
Quivering in fear I didnt want to do it
again
But its still fun and Ill do it again now that
im older

All week long super fun super cool

The slide super slick super slidey
My heart pounding
Poem 13 Date:

Whatif
By: Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some What Ifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
What If I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fsh won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
What If they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime What Ifs strike again.
Whatif

Last night I lay in my bed

And creepy whatif bugs crawled in my
head
And danced and danced
And sang their same remix
Whatif I am not smart at school
What If I say moo
What if I get punched
Whatif I am late for lunch
What If the dinosaurs strike back
What If they dont cut me any slack
Everything seems so swel
But the what ifs strike again
Poem 14 Date:

The Sugar-Plum Tree

By: Eugene Field
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
Tis a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.

When youve got to the tree, you would have a hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
The tree is so tall that no person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a gingerbread dog prowls below -
And this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

You say but the word to that gingerbread dog

And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground -
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,

With stripings of scarlet or gold,
And you carry away of the treasure that rains,
As much as your apron can hold!
So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And Ill rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.
The Pineapple Plant

Have you ever heard of the pineapple plant

It plays around

But there are always ants

It tries to stay off of the ground

Also it grows pineapples

Not anything else

Also it cant make apples

The pineapple plant

The most beautiful thing

Just like a tree people try hurting it but they cant

Also it has a security system

Which makes it really cool

And it has some many parts you can not list them

Also it has a pool

 Poem 15 Date:

Gus:The Theater Cat

By: T.S. Eliot
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake,
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats--
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats.
For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime;
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in its time.
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays,
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days.
For he once was a Star of the highest degree--
He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree.
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls,
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell,
Was Firefrorefddle, the Fiend of the Fell.
Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin,
He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne.
At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat,
When some actor suggested the need for a cat.
He once played a Tiger--could do it again--
Which an Indian Colonel pursued down a drain.
And he thinks that he still can, much better than most,
Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the Ghost.
And he once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire,
To rescue a child when a house was on fre.
And he says: "Now then kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the days when Victoria reigned.
They never get drilled in a regular troupe,
And they think they are smart, just to jump through a hoo
And he'll say, as he scratches himself with his claws,
"Well, the Theatre's certainly not what it was.
These modern productions are all very well,
But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell,
That moment of mystery
When I made history
As Firefrorefddle, the Fiend of the Fell."

"I have played," so he says, "every possible part,

And I used to know seventy speeches by heart.
I'd extemporize back-chat, I knew how to gag,
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag.
I knew how to act with my back and my tail;
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail.
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts,
Whether I took the lead, or in character parts.
I have sat by the bedside of poor Little Nell;
When the Curfew was rung, then I swung on the bell.
In the Pantomime season I never fell flat,
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's Cat.
But my grandest creation, as history will tell,
Was Firefrorefddle, the Fiend of the Fell."
The theater gorilla

Manny s the theater

gorilla
Is a amazing gorilla
he knows how to use
an umbrella
Also Manny knows
how to sing
JUst like a bell
ringing
His name was made
from a girl saying
manny
But we thought of
saying danny
Also manny knows
how to climb
He knows how to go
high.
Poem 16 Date:

Color Poem
By: Kennedy Webb

Red is love

Red is like the feeling of getting a big box of

chocolates.

Red is like eating warm red velvet cake made

by your mom.

Red is like opening presents on Christmas

morning.
Green

Green Tastes like A great big

sprite
Green Smells like A wonderful
day
Green Sounds like A safari
Green Feels like A beautiful day
Green looks very beautiful
Green makes me feel Lucky
Green is Amazing
 Poem 17 Date:

Haiku Poem
By: Mrs. Roller

Walking through the feld

The bright sun beats down on me

Hand in hand with you.

Haiku-Beach
By:Joseph

I went to the beach

Im playing in the water
Then I had to go
 Poem 18 Date:

Cinquain Poem
By: Faith McCarty

Flowers

sweet, beautiful

swaying, growing, dying

some poke with thorns

Roses
Cinquain Poem
By Joseph

Pool
Fun,Peaceful

Swimming,laughing,Diving
Always a fun time
Wheeler pool
 Poem 19 Date:

Limerick Poem
By: Mrs. Roller

There once was a old man named Paul,

Who was way over seven feet tall!

He had no more clothes,

That ft down to his toes,

So he decided to go shop at the mall!

Limerick poem
BY:Joseph

There once was a kid

Nobody knew what he did
He liked to play with slime
Also he loves to rhyme
He got so mad he lost his lid
 Poem 20 Date:

Selfe Poem
By: Nyla Skinner

I am unique and smart

I wonder how 6th grade will be
I hear kids cheering loud
I see friends graduating, what about me
I want to graduate, go to 6th grade
I am unique and smart
I pretend to be a statue
I feel happy every day
I touch my pencil to take notes
I worry that I wont go to 6th grade
I cry because I miss my family :(
I am unique and smart
I understand that I am different
I say keep your head up and try your best
I dream of being successful
I try to do well in school
I hope to get a good education
I am unique and smart!
My Selfie Poem

I talk about video games

I am dreaming about 6th grade
I like gamestop
I like the color green
I am very smart and funny
I am double jointed
I like playing outside
I have a lot of friends
I love that I am different from
everybody else
I like talking about what I have
done in my life
I like funny things
 Poem 21 Date:

Reverse Poem
By: Unknown

Heart
To hear
Is
A small
shift
With a flick
of the bow,
Like two
sine waves
crossing,
At once
Coming
together
A duet
and
Flying apart,
Flying
Coming together and,
apart,
Atduet.
A once,
Like two sine waves crossing
With a flick of the bow,
A small shift
Is
To hear
Heart.
Reverse poem

Cool Also they

would break
Is what people out
want
Over who is
Mostly all the cooler
time
They would
A small piece fight
fame would Then
change them
Fame would
Then change them
They would A small piece
fight
Mostly all the
Over who is time
cooler
cool
 Poem 23 Date:

Free Choice Poem

By: Dylan Rockey

I bought a present because of how great you are!

You're my biggest star

You make me very glad

This will be the best present you ever had

I wrapped the gift in sparkly bows

That will make you shimmer from your head to toes

So thanks for everything you do

This is my gift to you!

Haiku
By:Joseph

Recess is the best

I always have a great time
But then recess is done
Wolfie

This is Wolfie.
A Wolfie lives in a wildlife
wonder with more Wolfies.
A Wolfie eats wonderful wood.
A Wolfie is wonderful and would
want water.
My Wolfie wasted my water