edc423Fall2008poems

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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).

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?
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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 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? ||
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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 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 ||
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Found Poems
__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 || POEM 3 || POEM 4 ||
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**Concrete Poems**
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 ||
 * Ballet:
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Cinquain Poems
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 || 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 ||
 * Snowman
 * Big Papi

Shape Poem
top hat, carrot, eyes of coal, rolling, round, frosty cold, wet, white, fun. winter, snow, friend, scarf, Sami Sherer || //POEM 2// || POEM 3 || POEM 4 ||
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Instant Poetry Response
// 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
 * // I really enjoyed the Ice Cream link in the //

-Sarah Goodwin 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 ||
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 * As i looked through the instant poetry links

Haiku
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 ||
 * sun over water
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