poems about me
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These are poems I wrote about myselfTRANSCRIPT
Table Of Contents
For The Love of The Game . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1
Friends . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .2
Homework . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .3
Computer Problems . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4
Brains . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5
The School Year . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .6
Alien Baby . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7
Bow and Arrow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8
The Secret . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
For The Love of The Game
I always play sports because it is my passion the hard uneven field or the smooth court
Even when it is cold I play on the ball taking on the wear and tear being passed and shot and my friends play with me we play for the love of the game we will play anytime anywhere
Friends
My friends share school With me
It is a small school With lots of homework and hard
classes But that is ok
Because that is where my friends are
The teachers tell the students Not to talk
But we do anyway Until someone gets punished
And then we stop talking
Brains
In science class we are learning about the brain
It is funny to see how many parts Of the brain there are that I have
Never heard of before
I wonder how we can store all This information in such a small
Place like the brain
I laugh as I picture people walking around with huge heads
The School Year
We are calling the school year The final stretch now
Because we are in the last quarter Only nine more weeks
Are left
We have been is school 27 weeks We have done lots of work
and laughed a lot
We had fun sometimes and hated others
We are thinking about
Summer break About what we will do And where we will go
But we will not be in school
Alien Baby I do not know how I once
A baby became me
Once so small and fragile
And had to be held at all times
But now I am about ten times Bigger than I was
When I was a baby
My forearm now is about As long as I was
And my thumb now Is as big as my hand was
I do not remember
When I threw up on the doctor When he did the Strep throat test
But no matter how much
I change I will always
Be me
Bow and Arrow
I pull the string back Look down the shaft
Of the arrow And let go
It makes a funny sound
Like a “thwick” As it sinks its
Metal head into
The foam target that is Probably ten years old
My grandpa made This bow when he was little
I repeat the process until My fingers are red and
Blistered
But I had a Good time shooting
And spending time with my grandpa
The Secret
My classmates and I Pile into the classroom
We find a stool and sit down We sit quietly
And wait For the teacher to start
We take out our pencils
Long, Skinny,
And narrowed on one end Into a point
With a black tip And an eraser on the end
As we do this
I think about the things People do not take time to notice
I take my pencil
And draw A basketball with flames
In my notebook
No one notices The blue lines
That keep the words straight As they sit
Full Of
Unwritten words