In Writers' Workshop we ended the year with poetry. We studied different kinds of poetry and made all kinds of poems. Some of us wanted to share our work.
George
Here are some others from another post.
George
White
White is the flowers being reborn after snowfall
it gently soars up as a gull would.
It tastes bland and lonely
slowly disintegrating at touch.
White cascades through the mountains
creating paths for lost souls in a hidden terrain.
By Basil
I HAVE EATEN THE PANCAKES
I have eaten the pancakes that were sizzling on the pan
Forgive me, but when you went to the bathroom
They just looked so good with the melting chocolate chips
And the crusty outside
By Charlie
Red
Red is the sunset
Red is the stars
Red is in jupiter
Red is in mars
Red is a very beautiful thing
Red is to move to dance to sing
Red is to shove
Red is to care
Red is the color of some people’s hair
Red is the little girl in the forest
Red is Goldilocks eating some porridge
Red that one thing that one person said
Red is to love
Red is red
By Becca
Careful in the forest
When I was young
I liked to walk in the forest and sometimes run
But one day
On the 18th of May
I will never forget
When I felt a threat
The trees glared at me
And there was no sound in the forest not even a bee
I stopped dead in my track
And felt the trees stare at my back
I slowly turned
And my breath did not return
For then I ran
And did not return to that land
And from that day
On the 18th of May
I was always careful in the forest.
By Rosey
Blue
By Abie
Blue is a berry, winter and fish.
It tastes sweet and juicy like the ripe blueberries hanging from the tree.
Blue smells damp like a wet fall morning.
It is sadness.
Blue is winter, it's fast, wet, and rainy.
Blue
Blue is the waves crashing and swaying
Blue is the eyes of a little girl praying
Blue is the sky filled with clouds
Blue is the color of the coats in crowds
Blue is some color on a shoe
Blue is the color of a witches brew
Blue is the color of a young bird's feathers
Blue is the changing of the weathers.
Blue is the frost on an icicle
Blue is a painted bicycle
Blue is my vanes running through me
Blue is the color of bravery
Blue us one of my favorite colors, how about you?
By Ivy
Here are some others from another post.
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