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Please use this space to share at least one of the poems you wrote today. To do this:

1. Open this wikispace in Firefox - it works much better in that browser.

2. Click on the "edit this page" tab.

3. Scroll down and click your cursor in one of the cells of the tables beneath the appropriate heading below.

4. Type your poem, sign your name (so you get credit) and click on save.

5. Don't worry too much about formatting - I can help organize things if it gets too crazy - the cell height and width grow as you type in your poem.
6. Feel free to send me an email if you are confused.

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Response to William Blake's The Tyger


(I put a "horizontal" divider bar between the poems here (rather than separate cells) since these poems might be very different lengths. You can add or own divider bar using the tool bar (it's to the right of the bulleted list).

POEM 1
Victoria Carruba
Oh sparrow dark as night,
How did you learn your gift of flight?
Oh sparrow small and meek,
How do you speak with your tiny beak?
Oh sparrow roamer of the skies,
What do you see from way up high?
Oh sparrow fun and free,
will you come to rescue me
will you take me up into the trees
will you, could you show me the way
to discover the light of another day?

Through the wintry mix I see
Oh could it be, a polar bear I believe
How is it, he sits in the snow?
It's so cold, but he doesn't know
Covering his body is a thick layer of fur
Does is protect him or does he go burr?
For how he does it, I do not know
Living in the Artic Chill
-Toni Fields

Flight For Light
Little moth, little moth I've seen you fly
way up high in the midnight sky.
You flit and you flutter amongst the clutter
of those that pass you by.
I've always wondered, here on this front porch,
beneath the crystal light.
What great passion, one can only imagine,
you withhold in your exhausting flight.
Back and forth and side to side,
this way and that way with determined stride.
For I have learned from you little moth...
Maybe I shall too use the light as my guide.
-Nicole Peckham
POEM 3

Buzz off Bee!
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz off Bee!
I don't want you o dare sting me.
Buzz on high up towards the sun,
or plant in flowers, have some fun.
But don't you dare come buzzin' by me,
cause' I don't want to get stung by you bee.
So buzz on bee, fly away free.
But don't come buzzin', buzzin' over by me.
-Ilyssa Knoblach
Dragon
by Corinne Dyer
Dragon: scaly fire-breather,
why do you hide from me?
I searched for you, far and long -
under my bed, in a tall, strong tree.
Do you fly with others like you
or do you live alone?
Do you see the sights I see?
Hear the same dull tones?
Or is your life colorful and bright?
Blissfully worry-free?
Dragon: you mythical, magical beast
Why won't you come for me?

Hummingbird
Oh tiny one, why do you flee?
From bush to floer and then a tree.
Never in one place for long,
Your wings have the beat of a lovely song.
They never seem to make a sound.
Still you fly all around.
Your energy is always high,
as you dart in the blink of an eye.
Sami Sherer ----



Beautiful Flower
Beautiful flower, please tell me why
Your long blue petals match the sky?
You stay so strong, but are so small,
and no matter the weather you always stand tall.
And, even with the heaviest rain, your pedals never fall.
Oh strong flower,
how I desire your power,
to bare the strongest rain.
And even in the wildest wind,
your delicate pedals stay tough like a chain.
Bright, blue, flower please tell me how
You bury yourself so deep in the ground,
to protect yourself from the bitter winter sting,
only to come back again and sing in the spring
Bright blue flower, it is you I desire
For you withstand all, and never tire.
- Kaela B

The Sky
the sky, the sky,
the space of those able to fly
sometimes so clear and blue
other days so dark and grey;
not allowing the sun to peak through,
not a single ray.
we look to the sky when its time to prey,
its where heaven holds those who die
the sky, the sky,
the space of those able to fly.
-Nikole Brinkerhoff
Big Ship
Dark and mystical ship of the sea,
you set and drift on the horizon,but yet look so heavy!
What makes you float so light?
Is it harder with just moonlight?
How do you drift without wanting to sink?
Aren't you afraid of rotting in the bottom of Gods big salty drink?
I sit and stare at your rusty bulkead walls, and white numbers on the hull,
I sit here on land and think how they got you to where you are?
How can you possibly be so far?
Dark and mystical ship of the sea,
one day along your journey in the waves so free,
send me a message in a bottle, telling me how this can be!
-Erin Goulart




Found Poems


POEM 1
What the moon is like
by Sarah Goodwin
It is much smaller than the earth,
so we would not fit on it.
There is no atmosphere or air,
so we would not be able to breathe.
It is always dark,
so we would not be able to see.
It is also silent,
so we could not hear each other talk.
But, there is low gravity,
so we could jump so high!
POEM 2
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POEM 4
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POEM 7
POEM 8



Concrete Poems


Ballet:
Practice, french, competition, balance, rythme, technique,
flexibility, control, passion, imagination, movement, expression,
emotion, teamwork, fluidity, leatard, art, ballet slippers, music
Jenna Messana
Tree
Water
Grow
Shade
Home
Birds
Colors
Climb
Fruit
Food
Roots
Heather Clark
Apple
Crunchy
Juicy
Colorful
Delicious
Sweet
Sour
Worms
Tree
Seeds
Stem
- Tori Hitte
POEM 4
THIS IS WHERE I TYPE MY POEM
POEM 6
POEM 7
POEM 8



Cinquain Poems


Snowman
Cold White
Rolling, Stacking, Standing
Stays while the air is cold
Winter Friend
Sami Sherer
Poetry
artistic literary
rhyming writing feeling
Choose your words wisely
Word Art
Aliyah Shusterman
Cloud
Fluffy, White
Floating, Forming, Covering
A friend of the sky
Frozen Crystals
Nicole Peckham
Lake Winnipesaukee
Open, Mountainous
Skiing, tubing, swimming
A time to kick back and relax
A place I treasure
Kate Doll
Big Papi
Buff All-Star
Hitting Running Smiling
Soaring over the Green Monster
Red Sox
Toni Fields
Bubbles
Shiny Spheres
Forming, growing, popping
Transforming my bubble bath
Soapy Suds
-Sara Marzinzik

Trees
Big, Colorful
Growing, Swaying, Changing
A home for birds and squirrels
Home
Heather Clark
Flip Flops
colorful, comfy
squeaking, flipping, flopping
walking down the boardwalk
summer
- Holly Hachey
Apple
Juicy, Crunchy
Rolling, Falling, Fortifying
Delicious with Peanut Butter
Fruit
Tori Hitte



Shape Poem


Snowman
top hat, carrot, eyes of coal, rolling, round, frosty
cold, wet, white, fun. winter, snow, friend, scarf,
Sami Sherer
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POEM 8







Instant Poetry Response


I really enjoyed the Ice Cream link in the
Poetry Response section of this page.
It allows students to be silly AND creative
at the same time! I loved how most of the
links left room for humor, so children can
understand poetry doesn't have to beboring, i
t can be fun! Here's my poem! :
I am Nicole Peckham
I run Peckham‘s ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
five divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not do yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
Creamy Hairball Vanilla
Chocolate Covered Bacon Bits
Strawberry Flavored Tree Bark Crunch
Garlic and Onion Melody
Cricket Flavored Goop
I am Nicole Peckham,
I run Peckham's ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.
POEM 2
Sarah
Short, Loud, Patient, Caring
Sibling of Jim and Robert
Lover of colors and Batman
Who fears thunderstorms
Who needs music and a comfortable bed
Who gives levelheaded advice
Who would like to see as many concerts as possible
Resident of Fairfield, CT
Goodwin

-Sarah Goodwin
POEM 3
POEM 4
As i looked through the instant poetry links
I found the Go From First Line to Last Line Poem.
It is easier to come up with a storyline for a poem
because the first and last lines are already given.
Students are able to create their own take on
the lines that are given inorder to come up
with a poem. Although everyone starts with the
same lines each poem will come out unique because
of each person's imagination.
My mother once told me
"If you keep making faces your face will get stuck that way"
I told her that couldn't be true and
I kept making faces until the day I felt as if my face were glued
I looked like a monkey and I couldn't move
I called my mom a liar, but it turned out to be true, now
I take back everything I've said
Toni Fields
POEM 6
I once knew a boy who was odd as could be
He liked to eat oranges and squash
and left over dinners and taco sause and fish pies
And he didn't like cake or ice cream.
Holly Hachey POEM 7
POEM 8

Haiku


sun over water
dips below the horizon
colors of the night
Jen Goodman
I enjoy haikus
though sometimes they don't make sense
Large Badgers In Space!
Dave Johnson
Began with a mouse
Where all ages can be kids
A place dreams come true.
Megan Vallee
POEM 4
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POEM 7
POEM 8