Fine Poets

Poetry is in the air, and our 6th graders have some serious style!  We've worked on including figurative language such as metaphors and similes, to our writing over the past few days, and the results are nothing short of amazing!

Here are some of the productions we've generated today in class!

Water Bottle

I feel like a water bottle
Full and tall
But now and again
Someone comes along
And soon enough I am all gone
But someone kind
Comes and fills me back up
And soon enough
I am a water bottle
Full and tall
And I wait for someone
To come along
And stand by me
Full
That's all.

                 -Chocolate

Small Tragedy

Darkness in this quiet room

Sitting lonely in the gloom

A chain locked around my ankle

Sitting alone in this quiet room.

I have never felt like this

For my other home I do miss

The iron door locked so tight

The sound outside starts to hiss.

A bang echoes through the hall

Yes, my name I hear them call

The door is opening, softly but fast

As I am frightened, I begin to bawl.

Everything is a fuzzy blur

From her coat I see the fur

She takes me somewhere I do not know

My boiled blood begins to stir.

She speaks to me through the glass

As the time begins to pass

I see nothing, I hear nothing

Now my life is me, and only me

For all eternity.

               -Mask of Truth

The Kite

I don't know where to go

I blow and blow

No direction where to go

I'm trapped by a chain, it won't let me go

Can I be free?  Please let me go

I want to fly free

There's so many things to see

Just like a bird, I tweet and tweet

Not to call friends, but to weep

But I still wait till they let me free.

               -FSB123