Category: 06th

Even though 2023 is basically here,
the good memories from past years won’t disappear.
With family and friends there’s so much to do,
shopping, sleepovers, and more like that too.

I have a question,

It gives me tension.

Everytime I enter the room,

My question comes soon.

What is my question you ask?

Its specific but also not,

Just a little question.

That the teacher asks…

What is poetry?

In my bed
Under my covers,
Tossing and Turning
Not falling asleep,
Thinking about
Sleeping peacefully,
Finally dreaming,
Finally Sleeping.

Cats
Cats
Cats
Annoying cats
Fat cats
Ugly, nieve, horrible cats
Brown, black, white cats
Those are just a few.
Gray cats
Stinky cats
Super stinky, homeless, mean cats
Super duper stinky, foolish, lazy cats
Dark cats, too.
Evil cats
Weird cats
Don’t forget bad cats
Last of all worst of all I hate…
Street cats!

I wag my tail
I tilt my head
I give a little wink
I flash my smile
I show my belly
I give a little lick
I do it all
From sit to speak
Because i am a dog

Oh, Zoey
You made my LIFE
A pleasure!
You have lived
Longer than I
Could ever
IMAGINE.
But your time has
COME
To go to doggy heaven.
After you were gone,
Emotions poured down
My throat,
Like a marble
Going down
A slope.
I never thought,
A dog could mean
The world
To me.
But here is the
PROOF that I
LOVE YOU!

The Palm trees move swiftly,
As the wind moves quickly,
The waves splash,
but the people crash,
everyone swims,
except for the person who hymns.

It runs around and around the wheel
Chewing on its little straw, trying to get the water out
With its little black eyes
And its tiny nub tail
Staring at you through its window
It runs and hides in its bedding
And finally stops to lay down

I hate it when I go to bed,
“you have to get some sleep” mom said,
but when I go to catch some winks,
“I’m not tired” is all I think.
I toss, I turn, I count some sheep,
and nothing works, I lay and weep,
So I take my socks off, “Wow they reak!”
And suddenly I’m fast asleep.

In first grade we wrote letters
In second we got better
writing words like birds of a feather
In third grade we wrote paragraphs
Fourth we wrote stories without getting bored
and fifth we read books chanting words like the Sith
Now I’m in sixth getting homework galore and be writing a poem when I’d rather snowboard