My friend Lobel is mysterious
He cries when he is happy
He acts happy when he is sad
But he needs a friend
So I’m here to help
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
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2017-18 submissions
My friend Lobel is mysterious
He cries when he is happy
He acts happy when he is sad
But he needs a friend
So I’m here to help
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
My dad is lazy and crazy and
He won’t let my mama loose
until he drinks his juice and
loose juice and
moose goose
truce of cukoo cukoo
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
I see a light
Is it the police or just a beam?
Is it something else, so it seems?
It’s a very bright light.
Is it an alien UFO or so it seems?
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Me, Myself, and I
were eating a piece of pie
we eat it up
we sip some tea
Me, Myself, and I
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
I like to make riddles
while eating brittle
it’s really really good
Math is the path to go to college.
College is the path to get more knowledge to be smart
Being smart is the path to learn how to make art.
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Rain rain
Passes a train
I hope it doesn’t
Pass again
If it does
I will cry
Because
I will Fall
On the ground
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Poems are fun to write
They can be about anything.
Everything, even your kite.
You can write haikus,
Doesn’t even have to rhyme,
Just 5, 7, 5.
Or humorous works,
If you make it funny.
Like, I’ll write,
A flea ate a bunny!
If your brain is empty,
Free verse is best.
You don’t have to rhyme,
Or even put rhythm like I…
Could Go On And On Without Breaking Any Rules Because This Poem Is Free Verse!
If you’re feeling dancey
Try lyrical, and write a song.
It could start like this,
Then go: boopy bop bing bong bong!
Also try narrative,
If you like writing stories.
It can rhyme, or have rhythm,
But it also tells a story.
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Here’s how: start with 5.
Next line, 7 syllables,
End with 5 again.
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Eyes flutter open
Sunshine streaming in through the blinds
Swaddled in a blanket of warmth
Unable to leave the comfort of sleep
Reach out
Hands fumbling to turn on
The phone whose clock reads 8:13
Overslept an hour
Rip back the blankets
Tumble frantically out of bed
Cold air instantly awakening
The warmth only a distant memory
Clothes thrown on
Teeth half brushed
Desperately urging the coffee to brew faster
Folders strewn across the counter
All stuffed
Into one backpack
Hoping everything’s there
The coffee is ready
Grabbing the keys
Glancing one last time
To make sure nothing’s forgotten
Out the door
Locking behind
Get to the car
Open the door
Glancing once more at the time
And the date
You realize
It’s Saturday
Austin High School
10th