Poetry Challenge

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5th Grade

April is Poetry Month! We will be reading, writing,

and learning about Poetry the rest of the year!

This document will be your Portfolio, where you

keep all your poems!

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at the end of the year.

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 Poetry Challenge
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What is Poetry? Reflections
BEGINNING of Quarter 4: What is poetry? What are your feelings on poetry? Poetry
is a type of art form. You create pictures in your head over words that you read.It
a sophisticated way to let out how your are feeling & lots of emotion. Poetry is
very special because you can write about anything & it will be considered art.

END of Quarter 4: What is poetry? What are your feelings on poetry?

Poetry is amazing. It helps you express the way you are feelings, you're deep
thoughts, whats honestly bothering. Or it could be silly & funny. Poetry is like a red
raspberry scented rose. It is a beautiful form of art. When poetry was introduced to
are class I wasnt very excited because I dont really know how to be deep &
get in my feelings but as the days grew I learned one as silly as me can make a
deep emotional poem. Therefore my feelings on poetry are 3 words Amazed,
Curious, &
 Schedule
4 5 6
Intro to FL-mixing activity Where do Poets get ideas? onomatopoeia and alliteration
Studying a Poem

11 12 13
FL-Similes/Metaphors FL-Personification Backyard -MM
(Christin) The Sea-BAW
Child Frightened by a
Thunderstorm

18 19 20
Poetry Challenge D2 Poetry Challenge D3 Poetry Challenge D4

25 26 27
Poetry Challenge D7 Poetry Challenge D8 Poetry Challenge D9

2 3 4
Poetry Challenge D12
Poetry Challenge D13 Poetry Challenge D14

9 10 11

Poetry Challenge D17 Poetry Challenge D18 Poetry Challenge D19

16 17 18
Poetry Challenge D21 Poetry Challenge D22 Poetry Challenge D23

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Present Poems Present Poems
 Poetry Challenge
Table of Contents
1 Homework, Oh Homework

2 Technological Error

3 A Childs Thought

4 The Homework Machine

5 A Fairys Song

6 What are Heavy?

7 The Cat and the Moon

8 Jabberwocky

9 Hope

10 Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

11 October

12 All Day Long

13 Whatif

14 The Sugar-Plum Tree

15 Gus-The Theater Cat

16 Color

17 Haiku

18 Cinquain

19 Limerick

20 Saliw

21 Reverso

22 Blackout

23 Free Choice
Poem 1 Date:

Homework, Oh Homework
By: Jack Prelutsky
Homework! Oh, Homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're giving me fits.

I'd rather take baths

with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework,
my teacher assigns.

Homework! Oh, homework!

you're last on my list,
I simple can't see
why you even exist,
if you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
Essay, Oh essay

Essay, Oh essay

You think you're all that

You take forever to write & you alway state facts

You think your the best just because you stay

Being the trickiest question on every single test

Essay, Oh essay

I cant lie You are just a little pest!

Id eat raw meat

Id go and suck on stinky feet

Id fight a bear while being tied up in a wooden chair

Ill even pull out my own hair

Poem 2 Date:

Technological Error
By: Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

My computer got a virus.

(I didnt know it could.)

I gave it orange juice.

(It just seemed like I should.)

I put it in a chilly bath

(the way my mother would.)

And now it wont wake up at all.

This isnt looking good.
Psychopathic Television

My tv is dead
(I hope not at least)

It just turned off

(After it was done flickering like a beast)

I just was playing ball in the house

(I guess it hit him in the face and knocked him out)

Im not really upset, truly Im fine

(Because it was my brothers tv, not mine)

Poem 3 Date:

A Childs Thought
By: Robert Louis Stevenson

At seven, when I go to bed,

I find such pictures in my head:
Castles with dragons prowling round,
Gardens where magic fruits are found;
Fair ladies imprisoned in a tower,
Or lost in an enchanted bower;
While gallant horsemen ride by streams
That border all this land of dreams
I find, so clearly in my head
At seven, when I go to bed.

At seven, when I wake again,

The magic land I seek in vain;
A chair stands where the castle frowned,
The carpet hides the garden ground,
No fairies trip across the floor,
Boots, and not horsemen, flank the door,
And where the blue streams rippling ran
Is now a bath and water-can;
I seek the magic land in vain
At seven, when I wake again.
At eleven

At eleven, Where I start to think

How my life will be :

A big mansion with a with a good view,

Cheese pizza & Beef potato stew?

In new york living large? Driving the newest

Foreign cars? Being happy, being great?

Going on thousand dollar dates? It will be just fine,

Wearing big diamonds will be quite devine?

At 22 Ill think again,

How everything I said was just pretend :

I will drive a simple car & have a simple job? I mean who

Wants to be chased of by a mob?

Ill will be very happy with all that, just gonna be that girl from L.a

That will have something interesting to say

I might be sad that I dont have million dollar shoes but if 11 year old me knew
how hard work is she would think it would stink almost as much as I do

At eleven, Where I start to sleep

Poem 4 Date:

The Homework Machine

By: Shel Silverstein

The Homework Machine,

Oh, the Homework Machine,
Most perfect
contraption that's ever been seen.
Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime,
Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds' time,
Your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.
Here it is 'nine plus four?' and the answer is 'three.'
Three?
Oh me . . .
I guess it's not as perfect
As I thought it would be
Pizza Machine
By: A 5th grader

The Pizza machine

Oh the Pizza machine

Most divine thing

That ever been done its quite fine under the sun,

Just put in a combo then give it a kick.

Then out comes your- PEPPERONI PINEAPPLE PIZZA ON A

STICK?

One days things weren't going so great,

So bobby got low & gave it a shake

Outcomes many pizza three- four- five

WAIT HERES COME 4 MORE, THAT MAKES NINE

Nine pizzas?

Gosh oh gee!

I guess its not that fantastic as I thought it would be

Poem 5 Date:

A Fairys Song
By: William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
 A dogs cry
Over the fence, over the house

Through the apple bush, Through the south

I have to admit, Running through things bring me joy

I usually get punished for jumping in a tall amount of

Toys- And I enjoy how my owners cares enough to walk

Me, I think the other dogs decide to stalk me;

Its crazy because all through I just wag tail & sag my tongue

AND I USUALLY GET MY WAY

Poem 6 Date:

What are Heavy?

By: Christina Georgina Rossetti

What are heavy?

Sea-sand and sorrow:

What are brief?

To-day and to-morrow:

What are frail?

Spring blossoms and youth:

What are deep?

The ocean and truth.
What are disgusting?
By: Kaleah Shabazz

What are disgusting?

Sticky hands & minivans:

What are evil?

Icky babysisters & sun tans

What are tough?

Big dogs & Tools

What is boring?

Doing homework & going to school.

Poem 8 Date:

Jabberwocky
By: Lewis Carroll

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The Wackadoo

The tvs is awoken by the wackadoo's constant

Thumping on the remote, Diddle ding a dop doop the tv spits

out

As Wackadoo cracks up in a periwinkle kind of laugh.

The way a snickerdapple would cry,

The tv got sick and started throwing up any & everything On

today's new we got , Did he actually, Its elmo's world

The wackadoo rushed to its side scattering to fix the sick tv

Barrrrrrgggghhh and it spits out even more things.

Wackadoos scared & call hippanae they tvs found out the tvs
not really sick..so? HURRAY
Poem 9 Date:

Hope
By: Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

Ive heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Mother

A mom is the golden wings that helps you fly

That warns your heart,

And makes you dance without the beat,

And never stops at all

And the sweetest berry on the bush;

And rotten berry that must be spoiled That could ruin the golden wings

That kept me flying high

They help me fly in the driest lands,

And on the strangest of sea

Yet, Never, Not even once

The golden wings dropped me to my feet

Poem 10 Date:

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

By: Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose

were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for youd be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread

were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be

an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,

remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place
be glad your nose is on your face!
Be glad your eyes are on your face,

Not randomly on some other place

Nor on someplace you dont really like

What if it was on your knee? & You feel off your bike

Think about your ravishing your eyes

Seeing from unusual places

In your armpit for say?

I know you wouldn't like it one bit

What if your eye sat right on the top of your brain

That would something you cant explain

Imagine if you cry, your brain will bet wet

WHAT IF IT NEVER DRIES?

Poem 11 Date:

October
By: Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrows wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
For the grapes sake along the wall.
Purple

Purple is like tart but sweet cranberry juice

Purple is more than delicate its quite soft

Purple is like getting warm clothes out of the laundry

Purple is better than eating ripe grapes in sumer

Purple taste like cooked sliced eggplant

Purple smells like a fresh lavender calendar

Purple sounds like you're at the beach watching the sunset

while listening to the waves fight for joy

Purple feels like being wrapped in a big burgundy blanket on a

late night in winter

Purple looks like watching her first ballet show

Purple taste like a fresh plum right out the fridge

Purple is something you can rarely describe

Poem 12 Date:

All Day Long

By: Carl Sandburg

All day long in fog and wind,

The waves have flung their beating crests

Against the palisades of adamant.

My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,

Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap,

He looked at me from blue and steely eyes;

Natty, straight and true, he stepped away,

My boy, he went to sea.

All day long in fog and wind,

The waves have flung their beating crests

Against the palisades of adamant.

All night long

All night long cold & sweet

The velvet blankets swallow me

Good days come and go but night always stays

The night is time for evil, & the things I do no one shall say

I sit in bed doing almost nothing at all

When my phone starts buzzing above my head

I pick it up with no hesitation, then my mom bust in my room

with much frustration

She just turns of my lamp & glares

Then I said Mother its not polite to stare

All night long cold & sweet

The velvet blankets swallow me

Good days come and go but night always stays

The night is time for evil, & the things I do no one shall say
Poem 13 Date:

Whatif
By: Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some What Ifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
What If I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
What If they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime What Ifs strike again.
WhatIf
By: Kaleah Shabazz

This morning as I started to think,

My whatifs popped up like a blink

They started crying so hard in fear

It became impossible for me not to hear

WhatIf I get the flu?

Whatif I outgrow my shoe?

Whatif I fall on glass?

Whatif on this test, I dont pass?

Whatif I get eaten by a bear?

Whatif I lose all my hair?

Whatif I cant dance?

Whatif I never go to France?

Whatif I get in a storm?

Wait, Whatif I was never born?

In that morning where I crunch away

On the good cereal I was eating that day

Poem 14 Date:

The Sugar-Plum Tree

By: Eugene Field
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
Tis a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.

When youve got to the tree, you would have a hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
The tree is so tall that no person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a gingerbread dog prowls below -
And this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

You say but the word to that gingerbread dog

And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground -
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,

With stripings of scarlet or gold,
And you carry away of the treasure that rains,
As much as your apron can hold!
So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And Ill rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.
The Blueberry-Bush

Have you ever heard of the blueberry bush ?

The people says its not small nor big

The blueberries were ripe & soft almost mush.

The flowers are very pink, they resemble a big

Its crazy how something so little can be the talk of the town

I mean a blueberry bush . is there even enough to go around

One day, some got greedy & took one too many blueberries
down down down.

Now its gone, sad is here.

WAIT THERE'S ANOTHER BLUEBERRY BUSH GROWING I HERE

 Poem 15 Date:

Gus:The Theater Cat

By: T.S. Eliot
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake,
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats--
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats.
For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime;
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in its time.
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays,
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days.
For he once was a Star of the highest degree--
He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree.
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls,
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.
Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin,
He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne.
At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat,
When some actor suggested the need for a cat.
He once played a Tiger--could do it again--
Which an Indian Colonel pursued down a drain.
And he thinks that he still can, much better than most,
Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the Ghost.
And he once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire,
To rescue a child when a house was on fire.
And he says: "Now then kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the days when Victoria reigned.
They never get drilled in a regular troupe,
And they think they are smart, just to jump through a hoop."
And he'll say, as he scratches himself with his claws,
"Well, the Theatre's certainly not what it was.
These modern productions are all very well,
But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell,
That moment of mystery
When I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell."

"I have played," so he says, "every possible part,

And I used to know seventy speeches by heart.
I'd extemporize back-chat, I knew how to gag,
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag.
I knew how to act with my back and my tail;
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail.
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts,
Whether I took the lead, or in character parts.
I have sat by the bedside of poor Little Nell;
When the Curfew was rung, then I swung on the bell.
In the Pantomime season I never fell flat,
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's Cat.
But my grandest creation, as history will tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell."
Jeff is the dog at the movie door

His name you mightve heard once

before

Hes nice & sweet but dont wear

open toe shoes

Hell lick your feet

He likes to bark if you look your best

So if hes silence that means you look

ordinary unlike

The rest

Jeff is the dog at the movie door

His name you mightve heard once

before
 Poem 16 Date:

Color Poem
By: Kennedy Webb

Red is love

Red is like the feeling of getting a big box of

chocolates.

Red is like eating warm red velvet cake made by

your mom.

Red is like opening presents on Christmas

morning.
Color poem

Green is luck

Green is a golden retriever

rolling in the freshly cut grass

Green is eating freshing

washed grapes in a tree
house

Green is being sick in the

hospital
 Poem 17 Date:

Haiku Poem
By: Mrs. Roller

Walking through the field

The bright sun beats down on me

Hand in hand with you.

A Dog's Day

Dogs digging in
dirt
Laying by the
apple tree
Thirsty for water
 Poem 18 Date:

Cinquain Poem
By: Faith McCarty

Flowers

sweet, beautiful

swaying, growing, dying

some poke with thorns

Roses
Cinquain poem

Sky

Peaceful, relaxed

Colorful, Dull, Gone

Some doubled with joy

Rainbows
 Poem 19 Date:

Limerick Poem
By: Mrs. Roller

There once was a old man named Paul,

Who was way over seven feet tall!

He had no more clothes,

That fit down to his toes,

So he decided to go shop at the mall!

 Limerick Poem

There once was a

frog named jeff

Who was in love with

a dog named beff!

He hated to eat big

fat flies,

But he was hungry so

time flew by,

One day he told his

mom & she just made
him apple pie!
 Poem 20 Date:

Selfie Poem
By: Nyla Skinner

I am unique and smart

I wonder how 6th grade will be
I hear kids cheering loud
I see friends graduating, what about me
I want to graduate, go to 6th grade
I am unique and smart
I pretend to be a statue
I feel happy every day
I touch my pencil to take notes
I worry that I wont go to 6th grade
I cry because I miss my family :(
I am unique and smart
I understand that I am different
I say keep your head up and try your best
I dream of being successful
I try to do well in school
I hope to get a good education
I am unique and smart!
Selfie Poem

I am intelligent & confident I intelligent & confident

I wonder how much homework Ill I understand I dont act the way
get in 6th grade other people do

I hear my mom screaming my name I say no matter what skin color you
from the crowd are you're beautiful

I see kids smiling for pictures & I dream of being happy with all the
cameras flashing ones I love around me

I want to do well in middle school I try my hardest to be the best kaleah

I could be
I am intelligent & smart
I hope that I live long & have a good
I pretend I am famous life

I feel like I can eat anything I want & I am intelligent & confident
wont gain a thing

I touch my hair like every 2 seconds

because Im kind of obsessed with it

I worry one day I might die before I

figure out life's purpose

I cry because Im just a very sensitive

individual
 Poem 21 Date:

Reverse Poem
By: Unknown

Heart
To hear
Is
A small shift
With a flick of the bow,
Like two sine waves crossing,
At once
Coming together and
Flying apart,
A duet.

A duet
Flying apart,
Coming together and,
At once,
Like two sine waves crossing
With a flick of the bow,
A small shift
Is
To hear
Heart.
Eyes

To listen

To

Small notes

Tapping your feet

To the music

A graceful dance

& you could the happiest you could

be

A song

A song

You could be the happiest you could

be

A graceful dance

To the music

Tapping your feet

Small notes

To

Listen to
 Poem 23 Date:

Free Choice Poem

By: Dylan Rockey

I bought a present because of how great you are!

You're my biggest star

You make me very glad

This will be the best present you ever had

I wrapped the gift in sparkly bows

That will make you shimmer from your head to toes

So thanks for everything you do

This is my gift to you!

Free choice

A mom is the golden wings that helps

you fly

That warns your heart,

And makes you dance without the

beat,

And never stops at all

And the sweetest berry on the bush;

And rotten berry that must be spoiled

That could ruin the golden wings

That kept me flying high

They help me fly in the driest lands,

And on the strangest of sea

Yet, Never, Not even once

The golden wings dropped me to my

feet