My Poetry Notebook

My Poetry Notebook

Spring Haiku-

The springtime with cheerBaseball season is comingFlowers everywhere

Autumn Tanka-

Football season comes The leaves are changing colorsHere its getting coldCold temperatures are rising Bugs skip inside their houses

Summer Cinquain-

The pool Is packed with teens As the barbeque comesWarms the freezing teens with a Hot dog

Winter Limerick-

There once was a boy who fell on iceShe was always been ever so niceGot bumped on the head Then went to go but some leadWent home to get advice from a mouse

The Four Seasons

3Daniel Harrast The man from FloridaWho makes the best subLoves to reads books The only sport to him is soccerThe person I go to because he is smartAnd best of all.hes a Mormon!

Goes to the church of MormonGets a tan in FloridaDoes the right thing because he is smartthe thing I always want, his subEats, lives, and breathes soccerHas read 5 billion books

We share the religion, we are each a MormonThe black and white ball of soccerDone his book project, he is so smartThe best chef in town because of his famous sub4 times a year he goes to Florida After school he reads big books

Halloween in FloridaHam, mayonnaise, and cheese on subCan write big long essays after he finishes books Tournaments of soccer The boy is just smartPlays basketball with a Mormon

Running down the field of soccer14 hours down the road to FloridaOn the way he reads lots of booksThe scriptures he reads given to each MormonHis lunchbox is always so weird looking when he packs a sub He knows how to play with his soccer smart

Uh-oh no bread today, we are sad without a sub Its raining, its pouring, NO SOCCER!Too much snow, no church for this Mormon Brain is fried from smartFinished today, no more booksHey, party in Florida!

Its warm and sunny No school todayParty in Florida with Daniel!-Justin Mitchell-

Poetry for YouThe definitions of poetry is too hard to understand All of us dont believe in one Not even by a show of handsThere are lots, you know is trueBut heres my definition Which I think is strong and true A poem is strong, descriptive, and you It can show how you feelON certain things, like YOUIt has imagery, onomatopoeia, metaphor, and simileWhite as a cloud, a simile would sayFrom Hey! to Boohoo! is all you have to sayJust take a paper and think of something new For you have a poemThat is right for YOU!-Justin Mitchell-

My Death The best year of my lifeI was twenty-one years old when I diedI was with my best friend, Daniel HarrastWe were walking home from our home basketball game We won that night, 96 to 84We cut through an alley to go to my house Out of nowhere Katy Perry comes out in front of usWe were scared and started running away Scared and worried, Daniel pulled out a gunTook a shot and missedThat was the last bulletKaty Perry pulls out her gun and shoots usWe fall flat on the ground Our young lives our over

Justin jumped into the jaguars jelly bean jar.Jabbed a Jack-o-lantern juice into a jam jar.Jumped in his jeans when he met a Jay named Joey.Flied in a jet with a jellyfish.And bought jewelry in the jungle.Justin met Jasper in Jacksonville.He is always a joker with the jury.Justin plays jazz with a jerk.Justin loves to jack jackknifes.

Snow DaysWhen students bed on a cold winters nightAnd hoping snow will fall tonight And Jim looks out the window, all is right And hip hip hooray all that night When school is closed, for all is white They scream and fight and have snowball fightsAhhhhhh! snowball in the faceA merry day,While they dip their heads in snow all dayWhen all the kids are done that dayAnd I go inside and say What a day.And warm hot soup runs through my mouth And I go to bed that very night When snow will come again the next dayThen all will be good and will have fun againAhhhhhh! snowball in the face A merry day,While they dip their heads in snow all day

The summer rays shine bright on us. The big blue pool we jump in to refresh us through our hot days. Summer is the best season of the year! Justin Mitchell

I live in a nice warm bed to sleep at night Humans come and love to pet meWhen white stuff comes down I love to roll and play When I catch a toy I bite it and it squealsI bring it back to go again Blankets are all around the house So I can lay and sleep all dayThey call me TajaThey love me so When they rub my belly it feels so goodWhen dinner comes Its gone in a flash And watch my owners eat tooWhen some fall I snatch it up When springtime comes I love the pool I walk around and lay in the sun Roll in the green grassAnd let my coat shine, shiny blonde I lick the cement It taste really goodI stay in my bed for a very long timeThey come for me but then they leaveI am not sure why but when the time comesThey will be back and the days will start overAnd the fun will begin againWhen the humans play with me once again

The Dog

The championship gameTonight its hereThe Lions and EaglesFight it outAnd go Crack! all aboutBing! goes the quarterback Sacked from behindOoooos! and Aaaaahs! come from the crowdFor hope their team can bring back the win

For the game will end With all the Pops! and Bams!All through the gameThe players go Boom! and Boosh!While hitting each otherFor one is championAfter tonight A tough, tough gameBut, all in the endOne is crowned championThat very nightThe Game

She swings her knife to the rope in her polka dotted dressThe rope is cut with her knife and shes just a bloody mess!She takes the gun in hand and shoots the guard at the doorThe war is over at midnight The highwayman is free at midnight They escape all the way to the sea shoreThe Highwayman Alternative Ending

On Turning ThirteenThe whole idea of turning thirteenThe big teenager talksFrom mom and dad Ill never go back that road Where having imaginary friendsAnd learning how to ride my bikeIm growing upIm feeling bigger every dayMy parents cant stop meIm growing everydayWorld, Im ready!Im coming up to bat Throw my costumes awayNo more diapers for meTimeouts no moreRock out on IPodsDrivers license this way My dad wants me to stopSomething better than ice cream At the shop when I was fourStuffed animals fly away!Just no moreCookies and milk Sleepovers with friendsFed by parents All no moreIm a big boy nowRocking the polosWearing skinny jeansIm on top of the world When I turn thirteen

When the package of seeds came that dayAll that Ernie had to sayWhat a girl! he said in praise Ernie just didnt want to sayErnie loves DoloresAs he sings in chorusErnie loves the flowersO, how he wants them to flourish Zinnias, cornflowers,Marigolds and astersNasturtiums and four-oclocks All he wants to give To Dolores to showThe Crush

Continued..How he loves her so The white house he goesIts bad he knows Jack he findsWho will help him show The one he loves With all his care and all his heartHe wants to plant flowers And show all his power Ernie loves DoloresThey will be as tall as towersZinnias, cornflowers,Marigolds and astersNasturtiums and four-oclocksAll he wants to give

To show Dolores How he loves her soThe breakfast one dayLeft the flowers for them to stay Until Dolores picked them upAnd Ernie would be happy all dayWhen he does it again the next week dayThe breakfast dayErnie saw Dolores all beautiful to stay The time has comeErnie likes just the wayDolores stands in a pretty way Continued..

Charge of the 7th GradeDown the hall, down the hallDown the hall onward,All in the school of grades Rode the three hundredForward the Seventh Grade!Charge for the pucks! he said:Into the school of grades Rode the three hundred Forward, the Seventh Grade!Was there a goal just made?No tho the goalie knew Theres not to score on Anne Theyre not to score and cryInto the school of grades Rode the three hundredPlayer to right of them,Player to left of them,Player in front of themSurrondd and scared Stormd at with puck and stick Boldly they ran and shotInto the jaws of Blue Into the mouth of lose Rode the three hundred

Flashd all their weapons bare, Flashd as they turnd in airSabring the goalies there,Charging a team, while All the crowd wonderdPlunged in the horrible smoke Right thro the line they broke;Penguins and Lightning Reeld from the body-stroke Shatterd and sunderd Then they came back, but not, Not the three hundredPlayer to right of them,Player to left of them,Player behind themContinued

Continued..Surrondd and scared Stormd at with puck and stickWhile player and hero fell,They that had fought so wellCame tho the jaws of BlueBack from the mouth of loseAll that was left of them,Left of three hundredWhen can their glory fade?O, the wild charge they made!All the crowd wonderd.Honor the charge they made!Honor the Seventh Grade,Noble three hundred

THE END!!!!