More Poems!

Yes, I know, this is a really awkward post, smacked in between my posts about Puerto Rico. But that's too bad, because if I don't do it now, I'll forget. Yes, I am that forgetful. Live with it.

Poems I wrote in school for homework, some might be bad, but, hey! I'm not a poet!

I have 3 haikus...

A young bluebird chirps,
light peeks from behind the clouds,
the morning has come.

(I didn't write this one, I found it)
Five syllables here,
and seven syllables here,
and five more, happy?

I stared at the cat,
and so it stared back at me,
but soon- I was alone.

And 3 limericks, and no, I'm not a funny person, so, don't criticize these too badly, okay?

There once was a student named Joyie,
one day she got stuck in a tree,
she cried for some help,
with a loud high-pitched yelp,
but she was heard only by a bee.

There once was a cow named Balloon,
he wanted to jump over the moon,
his equipment was sound,
but he stayed on the ground,
he sighed saying, "I'll try again soon!"

There once was an orange named Green,
and all the fruit were being so mean,
laughing behind its back,
but when they became a snack,
the last one to laugh became Green.

Poems

I wrote a bunch of poems at school, and my mom liked them. So now I am putting them on my blog.

This is a diamonte poem, which is supposed to be shaped like a diamond.

                                                              Light
                                                         bright, joyful
                                                  inviting, blinding, glaring
                                              lamp      sun       night     caves
                                               scaring, frightening, haunting
                                                       evil, mysterious
                                                             Dark

My next poem is a limerick. It is a short but slightly humorous poem, entitled Woodstock.

Woodstock is a cute tiny pet,

    his favorite food is an omelette

that's why he is yellow,

he loves saying hello,

by far he is the best pet yet.  

This next poem is a "Who am I?" poem. It describes a person.

I'm delightful and musical and optimistic.

I read and giggle and talk.

I'm a person and bookworm and friend.

I sound like a mouse,

I move like a horse,

and look like a human.

I'm as quiet as a rabbit,

and sweet as a kitten.

I wait for better technology.

I long for a pet dog.

I hope for superpowers.

I dream of flying.

My name is Christine.

Now this is my favorite! It is a definition poem about Snoopy!

Who is Snoopy?

    

   Snoopy is extremely lovable

and perfect in every way.

   Snoopy is a loyal and honest

little apprentice

       of anyone he comes upon.

   Snoopy is delightfully kind

and very generous

       faithful at all times.

   Snoopy is confidence for me

pride for all

      and compassionately loved.

   Snoopy is like peace
and joy
      and always like happiness.
  Snoopy is an adorable character.

  That is Snoopy.


This next poem is a bio poem about me.


Christine
musical, joyous, innocent, cautious
relative of Jasmine
lover of swimming, reading, my stuffed donkey
who feels puzzled, content, admired
who needs books, friends, family
who gives happiness, information, smiles
who fears war, aliens, sharks
who would like to see polar bears, Paris, outer space
resident of Lancaster
Lai

Now I have a poem called "If I Were in Charge of the World"! Would you like to live in my world? Comment below!

If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel homework,
pollution,
heavy metal, and also ticks.

If I were in charge of the world
there'd be flying donkeys,
infinity dollar bills, and
talking bunnies and chickens.

If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn't have death.
You wouldn't have bedtimes.
You wouldn't have the flu.
Or "Leave your sister alone."
You wouldn't even have to be annoyed.

If I were in charge of the world
a hot fudge sundae would be a veggie,
all letters would be G,
and a person who sometimes forgot to brush her hair,
and sometimes forgot not to stare,
would still be allowed to be
in charge of the world.

I posted another poem already which is a place poem about the Bahamas. So you can look through my posts and find it. But now I'll introduce a recipe poem. This is a recipe poem for a garden.

Fresh carrots and strong fertilizer,
colorful flowers and flowing water,
delicious green beans,
and plants that are growing.

Bright sunshine and bursting peppers,
soil that will not harden,
worms that are squirming,
will make a wonderful garden.

  I hope you enjoyed my poems!!                     

The Bahamas

Drinking steaming coffee in the morning,

see slowly swaying palm trees,

hopping excitedly up and down,

breathing fresh air on the boating sprees.

Running around on soft white sand,

swimming in the salty sea,

listening to lovely lyrical music,

eating enticing food endlessly.

Splashing around in cool clear water,

smelling sweet satisfying food,

waiting for fun to come,

hearing everybody being the opposite of rude.

Remembering the reason we came,

savoring the pina coladas,

thinking of all the things I did,

Ending my trip at the Bahamas.

Mrs. Dalton

Mrs. Dalton is nice,

Every time she gives us advice.

Mrs. Dalton is the best,

Although she gives us tests.

She is always very helpful,

She makes the room cheerful.

Mrs. Dalton is patient and kind,

She always tells us to use our mind.

She makes us happy everyday

She always knows what to do

I wish I could be like her.