Here is an opportunity to share a poem about the things you love about April: the weather, vacation trips to interesting places, the final rounds of the NCAA Basketball championships, or baseball!
There are many places to find poetry; websites, books (of course), and even your own head! You might be a poet; let everybody know it! (see how easy that was?)
Yayy! I am the first to comment!
ReplyDeleteIts spring its spring
Oh I just can’t wait
To find flowers on the vases
And fruits on my plate
I want to hear the warm sun
And feel the robin singing
Watch the scent of the flowers
And smell the butterflies flying
Its spring its spring
I’m so full of glee
For the flowers will bloom
And the people will be happy
The gray fields shall be covered
With the magic of the meadow
And the brown sky shall be painted
With the blossoms of the rainbow
Its spring its spring
How can I be blue?
For it is the time of spring
And only the spring brings you
By: Arvie Calimlim
posted by ~Drew C.
Yes! Warm sun sounds good! I can't wait...
DeleteWell I wrote a poem about Spring that I love!
ReplyDeleteSpring
As I smell the flowers growing I rise from my bed
My brother in the kitchen making pancakes with his morning bed head
Smiles on my parents faces as there is no more snow
Outside is where I belong
My heart races as I run outside
I grab my bike with my brother lagging behind
I speed down the road with the wind in my hair
The baby birds let me know that they are there
The smell of crisp wind fills my nose
As my brother and I race down the road I hear my mother calling
We turn around and bolt up the winding road
To pancakes are waiting, my stomach ready to explode
We all sit down and gobble them down
Hands sticky with syrup
And forks slippery with butter
For this is what we have been waiting for
Spring is at our door.
By: Reese Johnson
-Reese J :)
That's really great, Reese! I love the image of your brother with his morning bed head, and forks slippery with butter!
DeleteThank you. I wrote it for my grandfather while we has in the hospital before he died. He died in last spring and ever Saturday and Sunday (before he got cancer) he would come over and we would have pancakes and he would bike with me and my brother. So when I wrote this poem I went a week later to the hospital and read it to him because he loved spring. He loved the birds and he loved butter. He used to make pasties and sometimes he would take out a WHOLE STICK of butter and EAT IT!!! He loved this poem so much he said he wanted it carved into the outside of his coffin. So it was done. When we went to the funeral the words were there. Every single one. And my name along with "My beloved granddaughter". I have read this poem to myself every first day of spring and ever sine I saw he really had it on the coffin it means a lot more to me than life it's self.
DeleteWow, Reese -- your story made me cry (in a good way). What precious memories you have!
DeleteHaha sorry! Thank you. I miss him greatly but he's here, he also loved to read!
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ReplyDeletemost of the calvin and hobbes book poems are about winter. but i did manage to find 1 about monsters under the bed. At least it is better than paicks from sponge bob. this is how it goes. roses are blue vilets are red i hve to go to the bathroom. it is a real poem, i saw the episode!
ReplyDeleteEvan D
Sorry, Evan - this doesn't qualify as a real poem. You need to read something other than Calvin and Hobbes to find one!
DeleteApril
DeleteIt's Winter Time!
I know what to do
sledding is fun,snowboarding also
I'm not a bear, I'm not winnie the pooh
It's summer Time!
let's eat lunch
some hot dogs and sausage!
and some awesome fruit punch
But Spring is the domonate season!
April is a break, a shower , and a time for flowers!
Is this better?
Evan D
Yes, it's better. Where did that come from? Did you write it?
DeleteThird post. Whoooo.
ReplyDeleteTed Williams was my idol.
Ruthie and I were always the Boston Red Sox
for our farmyard baseball games
but I paid grudging respect
to Joe DiMaggio and the Yankees –
my brother's team.
Stories our dad told about the greats
like Honus Wagner, Ty Cobb, Christy Mathewson,
provided an historical feel for the game.
More important than school lessons –
lifetime batting averages, most runs,
most hits, most stolen bases –
were committed to memory.
And
At the top of the list, records
held by the most famous of Yankees,
the Babe –
most home runs in a season,
most in a lifetime –
were sacred.
In the afternoon of August 16, 1948,
a wave of silence,
like a sharp line drive,
swept the family when Mom
came out to the yard and announced
to Dad, my brother, sister, and me,
Babe Ruth died today!
That's all she said.
As though in a trance,
stunned by the news,
she slowly went back inside.
Time was suspended
like one of his towering home runs
and tears were near as I struggled
with unsettling feelings
like striking out with the bases loaded
in the bottom of the ninth.
by:Larry Eickstaedt about Babe Ruth October 2011
Alex B
Well, I love that -- not only because it is about baseball! It has so many great images in it, like "a wave of silence, like a sharp line drive, swept the family".
DeleteI absolutely love rainy days! I don't know why exactly, but this is a poem I found by Robert Loveman about April rain. I'm going to write a poem later in the month and post it.
ReplyDeleteApril Rain
It is not raining rain for me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of gray engulf the day
And overwhelm the town;
It is not raining rain to me,
It's raining roses down.
It is not raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom,
Where any buccaneering bee
Can find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It is not raining rain to me,
It's raining violets.
by Robert Loveman
- Helena
I would like rainy days, if only they weren't so dark! I need sunshine!
DeleteI love the part about the "buccaneering bees" looking for rooms in clover blossoms. What a great image!
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds go laughing by, Wasting the golden hours indoors, Washing windows and scrubbing floors. Too wonderful the April night, Too faintly sweet the first May flowers, The stars too gloriously bright, For me to spend the evening hours, When fields are fresh and streams are leapingly Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.
ReplyDeleteBy: Claude Mckay
- Lydia V.
Did you type that yourself, Lydia? If so, I'd like you to go back and look at the place where you found it and see where the line breaks are. You need to copy the lines just as the poet wrote them. I think that when you do that you'll find that it is much easier to read and imagine. You can copy and paste it into a new comment.
DeleteI did not type it I copied and pasted the poem so other people could go on faster than waiting.
DeleteOK; it just seemed like the spacing was wrong.
Deleteit was the only really good one about spring that i could find.
DeleteYAY 6th comment..... I guess ;^$.
ReplyDeleteI found this poem and I read it and thought Wow!! What good fluency. I hope you think that too.
April's Away.
All too soon the countryside,
Now fresh greened and sprouting more
Than spring, looks out for wider
Room, shakes it's newborn blossoms
Then ushers April to the door.
And April's away.
No longer teenage, Flora's
Grown maturer now, slightly
Deeper hued, flowers adorning
Every late spring bough, while
April, already pale, turns white,
Then April's away.
Heated by more ardent sun,
Hedgerows must have stronger feed.
Plaid from work early done
April leaves, - makes way for May
To ensure Flora has her needs
Now April's away.
Fay Slimm
~Kylee :^)
Cites:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/april/
That makes it sound like April is already over! NOOOOOOO...slow down! Let's enjoy April a while longer!
DeleteRain,Rain,Rain!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteRain, Rain, Rain, come again and again,
In the winter, in the summer and in spring,
Come with joy, fall with happiness and go with sorrow,
Rain, Rain, Rain come again and again.
Rain, Rain, Rain come to relive earth's pain,
Rain, Rain, Rain come to make nature happy,
Rain, Rain, Rain come to make livings happy,
Rain, Rain, Rain come again and again.
Rain, Rain, Rain don't go away,
Rain, Rain, Rain i hope you will stay,
Rain, Rain, Rain come again and again.
Written by-Vikram Pratap Singh
-BryceDube
Cites:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-rain-rain-8/
That's a good way to look at rain! It IS a good thing, although I usually wish there was less of it!
DeleteI don't it waters our plants!!!!!
Delete-Bryce Dube
that's true!
DeleteAnger fills my heart and soul
ReplyDeleteAnger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
Jacob Hill
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-fills-my-heart-and-soul/
-Devin M
I'm glad that you were able to find someone who could put these feelings into words.
DeleteI found a haiku about April.
ReplyDeleteIt's April I know
Apple blossoms dazzle in
Pink laced fancy dress
-Dorothy Holmes
P.S. THIS IS AUDREY :3
I love the comparison of the apple blossoms to fancy pink dresses! That's exactly what they look like!
Deletewow Audrey.... This is honestly the best post yet,But ONLY because it has three Perfect lines in this haiku. Great work.
DeleteTruly jealous, Ryan Dozier 0 0
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Deletemelting snow
ReplyDeleteMelting snow runs down from high peaks, into creeks,
over flowing waters, carry off layers of the forest floor,
nutrients, twigs, leafs and insects are all swept clean,
little creeks bulge into violent streams, and mighty rivers
churning, tumbling, and roaring down waves, into the ocean's mouth.
Melting snow on the forest floor uncovers chains of small islands,
spreading under pines and oaks and elms, low lands and high lands,
contrasting, the dark colored ground against the white melting snow,
the season of change calls to awaken the forest floor,
with a splash of melting snow, and a degree of heat,
natures cycle is complete.
michael andrew
Robert Hamrick 11th post
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melting-snow/
I love the phrase "awaken the forest floor". It makes me think about new little plants popping up and tiny animals coming out from hibernation.
DeleteThis is my poem and i thought of my self my dog inspired me to write because her fur is silky smooth.
ReplyDeleteHer silky fur feels like a flower,
As she runs after a squirrl with her mighty power, Her eyes as bright as the moon, while she licks penut butter off a spoon.
Emma R.
Nice job, Emma. Those are great images!
DeleteThis is the best poem I could find related to the NCAA tournament. It's related because it's about making it to a sort of championship, which is the next step after the final four. I really like it and hope you do, too.
ReplyDeleteBASKETBALL
As I dribble down the court
I hear the whistle blow
The ref yells out two shots
And sends me for a free throw
I make my first shot it goes down with a swish
But for my second shot I could only wish
I really want to make it
Go ahead and save the game
But instead I air-balled and felt really lame
Coach called a time out and said I want the ball
Steal it on the throw in and we will win it all
The center throws the ball in and our player jumps in front
He throws his little hands up and the ball goes bump
It’s in the air now and it is right where I can see
So I jump as high as I can and it lands right on me
I dribble to the three point line, stopped and popped a shot
But next thing that I knew it bounced right out
The teams scrambled for a rebound we’re still trailing them by three
But out of nowhere our team grabs the ball and throws it back out to me
I try to take the three again and this time it’s a swish
I never could have done it without our team’s dish
My coach said I saved the game with my Hail Mary shot
He jumped up and down and celebrated quite a lot
We’re going to the championship
Hooray Yee hah Yippee
By: Patrick Cassidy
This is the best poem I could find. I hope you enjoy it! The poem is on the website http://www.best-basketball-tips.com/free-basketball-poems.html. GOOOO LOUISVILLE!
Willem F.
I like it! It tells quite a story!
DeleteI read the poem "Too Many April Fools Choices" because I absolutely love April Fools!
ReplyDeleteToo Many April Fools Choices
Bake a napkin in my pancake
Stick a buzzer in your handshake
Making people cry and shout
That's what April Fools is all about
Try a prank, create some harm
Put a fake cast on your arm
A fire alarm's too mean a trick
But make nasty noises and pretend to be sick
You can make everyone look around
Just by saying "A man-eating hound!"
And it's definitely not against the rules
To scream as loud as you can, "April Fools!"
By: Classroom Jr.
-*Madelyn H.*-
Napkins in the pancakes....hmmmm...some ideas for next year!
Delete
ReplyDeleteApril
At morn when light mine eyes unsealed
I gazed upon the open field;
The rain had fallen in the night --
The landscape in the new day's light
A countenance of grace revealed
Upon the meadow, wood and height.
The sun's light was a smile of gold,
Ere shut by sudden fold on fold
Of surging, showering clouds from view;
No sooner hid than it broke through
A tearful smile upon the wold
Where earth reflected heaven's blue.
Each separate divided part
Of day, was as the threefold art
Of God, who dreamed three dreams and made
The morning, noon, and night parade
In ever changing guise athwart
The day's hours, in His dreams arrayed.
The sky was as a canvas spun
To paint the new spring's nocturns on;
A blended melody of tints --
The sea's hue, and the myriad hints
Of garden-closes, when the sun
Hath stamped the work of nature's mints.
William Stanley Braithwaite
posted by Gabe
Could you say, in your own words, what this means, Gabe? If you didn't read it, it doesn't count as your reading assignment.
DeleteHe threw a white pea
ReplyDeletefast faster faster fastest
of them all,
Try hitting a pea
with a toothpick
and you'll see what it's like
to bat against the
fast faster faster fastest
of them all.
Nolan Ryan by Gene Fehler
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ReplyDeletei understand
Deletei understand
DeleteThat says a lot, with just a few words! It's a great poem!
DeleteThe Rainbow
ReplyDeletePlay with Rainbow, wear the Rainbow
Ride the Rainbow high and low
Spread the color of Rainbow wherever you go
Paint with Rainbow, create a magnificent show
Share Rainbow with neighbor, family and friend
Give the needy a helping hand, reach out and extend
Dance with Rainbow, sing with Rainbow
Let the Rainbow shine through
Rainbow comes from Sun Shine and rain seven colors true
It paints the sky with seven colors and dazzling hue
It bridges the Earth and the beyond for a short moment
Arched, end to end, never changes, same as past and present
I wonder if there is Rainbow in the other world
Where we go when we pass on
Is there day, night or dawn
What is a Rainbow, how it is born
By Nils Jobe
Did you write that Nils, or find it?
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Deleteno i did not, i found it on a random website
DeleteWhy did you choose it? What do you think about it?
DeleteI hang my golden locks to dry,
ReplyDeleteOut the window up so high.
A tear or two fall to the ground,
I'm so high up I can't hear the sound,
The tear drops make when they hit the grass,
When I do hear a sound, My prince at last.
I hang my hair as far as goes,
Standing on my tippy toes,
Out the window up so high,
The top is all the way above the sky.
I greet the prince with a warm embrace,
And then we're off, to my rightful place,
Back in my castle, back in my home,
Where there is a decent comb,
Where my mom and dad, the king and queen,
Are alrady outside, I've already seen.
"Rapunzel!" They cry, hugging me tight,
Oh, we must've been such a sight,
My golden hair, taller than me,
All the bright april flowers where I can see.
So glad to be on the ground,
In this beautiful month, where the sun surrounds.
- Abi Jones
Ok, I just wrote that, and I HAD to do a Rapunzel poem, because I did last year too... so... Hope you liked it! ( I added my favorite April ting.. all the flowers!)
Oops! I meant thing! Not ting... it that a real thing, a ting...?
DeleteOh my god it is! It is a sharp, clear rining sound, such as a pice of glass hit by metal!
Deleteand uh... not as far as goes... there's supposed to be an "it" wedged between far and goes... so uh.. yah... sorry bout my typos...
Delete"Back in my home, where there is a decent comb" -- that's great!
DeleteAs far as I know, Rapunzel's mother put her in the tower to keep her safe from the world (meaning "men"). Would she be glad to see her out, with a prince? I'm not sure about that...but I love your writing!
What a beautiful day, I thought to myself
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll plant sunflowers, Or play with my elf
I might groom my dog's long fluffy coat
Or climb a tree, the tall, spiny oak
I suggest nature photos would look very nice
Possibly sugar cookies with flour and spice,
A dip in the pool sure would be delightful
Or clean up my dogs territory, smelly but rightful
But I will not spend my day in the sun
no, I will be having much more fun!
For you will find me, on my cushioned couch, sitting
For I will be catching up on my knitting!
-Cassidy
Jello crumb! i didn't know you had an elf too! I have a forest nymph, not an elf though. Her name is Terra. They should meet each other!!!!!
DeleteSo many great ideas -- I hope you get more than one beautiful day over vacation to try them out! It might still be too cold for a dip in the pool, though. You would have to knit yourself a nice warm blanket. Great job!
DeleteMichael Jordan
ReplyDeleteThere once was a ballplayer named Mike,
Who cared nothing for batting or spike.
He loved to dribble and pass.
He thought slam dunk was a gas.
His skill gave others a psyche.
I chose this poem because I like to play and watch basketball. I don't quite have the skill of Michael Jordan yet though.
----------------KYLE C.----------------------
Great limerick -- where did you find it? Did MJ play baseball, though?
DeleteNot This April
ReplyDeleteThey say April showers bring May Flowers
to tell you that it’s okay when it rains
but the drops on my head
are echoing what you said
and like tears I just complain
Nothing is blooming in my world today
There’s nothing outside the window
the rain makes it all look so gray
Should have waited
it could have been early
but I’m not too late am I?
The sun doesn’t shine when I want it to
The truths are exploring the vision
It’s the meaning of nothing
The rain comes and it pours on me
but I can’t see the song for the sun.
And even with the rain
it doesn’t seem like the flowers have begun.
Not this April. I don’t have you.
By:Thomas Tusser
---------Ariel F.---------
Where did you find that, Ariel? Why did you choose it?
DeleteThe Curve By:Louis Phillips
ReplyDeleteLife throws you a curve,
Breaking so sharply,
That just before it crosses the plate,
You flinch, bend back.
You still have two strikes to go.
Next a change up or a slider.
Perhaps followed by a high heat.
A 100 mph fastball.
Even if you know what pitch is coming,
You still can't hit it out of the park.
Soon you are not allowed
Any more pitches. 3 strikes.
Return to the bench.
No sense hanging around.
You're out. That's it.
Cam Schiavo
What do you think of that?
DeleteI believe that this poem is comparing life to baseball. Here's another example of life to baseball; When a hard ground ball comes in and it takes an unlucky hop. In life, this means something you think is coming your way, takes an unexpected turn for the worse.
DeleteOh, it's a metaphor!!
DeleteThat's the word I was looking for when I replied! It's METAPHORICAL!
DeleteChocolate
ReplyDeleteThere's milk chocolate,
There's dark chocolate,
There's white chocolate,
There's nutty chocolate.
There's raspberry filled chocolate,
There's caramel filled chocolate,
There's caramel filled dark chocolate,
There's peanut butter filled chocolate.
There's orange flavored chocolate,
There's fat free chocolate,
There's sugar free chocolate,
There's nougat filled chocolate.
There's mint flavored chocolate,
There's special dark chocolate,
There's truffles chocolate,
There's cookies and creme chocolate.
There's Hershey's chocolate,
There's Dove chocolate,
There's Nestle chocolate,
And there's chocolate milk.
There's so much chocolate,
Not nearly enough chocolate,
So many different types and kinds of chocolate,
To little chocolate,
There should be lots more chocolate.
by a person in the school
I don't know who posted this, so I can't give any credit for it. It doesn't have anything to do with this month's topic, either.
DeleteChocolate Is A Food Group
ReplyDeleteI love chocolate.
So should you.
Milk chocolate,
Dark chocolate.
It's good for you, too.
Chocolate cake,
Chocolate candy,
Chocolate pie.
Take away my chocolate
And I might die.
White chocolate,
Hot chocolate,
Even chocolate soup...
Any chocolate lover knows
Chocolate is a food group.
by a person
This comment has been removed by the author.
DeleteI like the poem, but whoever posted this hasn't done the assignment!
Deleteoh,give us pleasure in the flowers today;
ReplyDeleteand give us not to think so far away
as the uncertain harvest; keep us here
all simply in the springing of the year.
oh,give us pleasure in the orchard white,
like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
and make happy in the happy bees,
the swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
and make us happy in the darting bird
that suddenly above the bees is heard,
the meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
and off a blossom in mid air stands still.
or this is love and nothing else is love,
the which it is reserved for god above
to sanctify to what far ends he will,
but which it only needs that we fulfill.
poem by Robert Frost
blog post by Brian .c
What does this mean to you, Brian?
DeleteThe people along the sand
ReplyDeleteAll turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull
The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be--
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
Btu when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?
Robert Frost
That poem was called: Neither Out Far Nor In Deep
I thought this poem was fitting because summer is coming soon! Because in the summer is the time when most people go to the beach.
<~Abby~>
I had to read it a couple of times to understand it, but Robert Frost is right -- when people go to the beach, they always stare out at the water!
DeleteThe First Dandelion
ReplyDeleteSimple and fresh and fair from winters close emerging
As if no artifice of fashion,business,politics,had ever been
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass-innocent,
golden,calm as the dawn
The spring's first dandelion shows its trusty face.
-Walt Whitman
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ReplyDeleteWhat does that poem say to you, Michael? Why did you choose it?
DeleteA PRAYER IN SPRING
ReplyDeleteOh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
and give us not to think so far away
as the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchid white,
Like nothing else by day,like ghosts by night
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrust in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for god above,
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
by: Robert Frost
~Jenna Gammon~
Why did you choose this, Jenna?
Deletebecause i liked it
DeleteHey-a-day-a-day, my dear! Dandelion time!
ReplyDeleteCome, and let us make for them a pretty little rhyme!
See the meadows twinkling now, beautiful and bright
As the sky when through the blue shine the stars at night!
Once upon a time, folks say, mighty kings of old
Met upon a splendid field called "The Cloth of Gold."
But, we wonder, could it be there was ever seen
Brighter gold than glitters now in our meadows green?
Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,
Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let us have you!
by evaleen stein
comment by Alex Pantelakos
What a happy sounding poem!
DeleteI Had a Hippopotamus
ReplyDeleteI had a Hippopotamus, I kept him in a shed
And fed him upon vitamins and vegetable bread
I made him my companion on many cheery walks
And had his portrait done by a celebrity in chalk
His charming eccentricities were known on every side
The creatures' popularity was wonderfully wide
He frolocked with the Rector in a dozen friendly tussles
Who could not but remark on his hippopotamuscles
If he should be affected by depression or the dumps
By hippopotameasles or the hippopotamumps
I never knew a particle of peace 'till it was plain
He was hippopotamasticating properly again
I had a Hippopotamus, I loved him as a friend
But beautiful relationships are bound to have an end
Time takes alas! our joys from us and rids us of our blisses
My hippopotamus turned out to be a hippopotamisses
My house keeper regarded him with jaundice in her eye
She did not want a colony of hippotami
She borrowed a machine gun from from her soldier nephew, Percy
And showed my hippopotamus no hippopotamercy
My house now lacks that glamour that the charming creature gave
The garage where I kept him is now as silent as the grave
No longer he displays among the motor tyres and spanners
His hippopomastery of hippopotamanners
No longer now he gambols in the orchards in the spring
No longer do I lead him through the village on a string
No longer in the morning does the neighbourhood rejoice
To his hippopotamusically-meditated voice
I had a hippopotamus but nothing upon earth
Is constant in its happines or lasting in its mirth
No joy that life can give me can be strong enough to smother
My sorrow for that might-have-been-a-hippopota-mother
Patrick Barrington
I chose this poem because I think about hippos in the Spring...actually I think about hippos in every season because they are my most favorite animal.
Calvin Antosiewicz
What a clever poem! This might be my new favorite!
DeleteIsn't it odd that the poet's last name is Barrington???
Spring is like a perhaps hand
ReplyDeleteby E. E. Cummings
III
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15407#sthash.4RBsI4Ti.dpuf
Zack Freeman
Did you read this, Zach? Can you explain why you chose it?
DeleteApril Again
ReplyDeleteApril again! the willow wands are yellow
Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows,
Comes a robin's note like the note of a 'cello,
And across the valley, the calling of the crows,-
'April again!'
April again! and the marsh birds swinging
Over the rushes that belong to yester-year;
Silver shines the river, and young lips are singing
Songs as old as Eden-as old and as dear;
'April again!'
April again! with a wet wind blowing,
And along the western sky a pathway of gold;
Sounds a call to follow the road we're not knowing,
A new road-a wild road-o'er fairy lands unrolled,-
'April again!'
April again! with its wonder of gladness,
April with its haunting joy, and swift-stinging tears,-
Month of mist and music, and the old moon-madness,
Month of magic fluting, the spirit only hears,-
'April again!'
Virna Sheard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-again/
By John Mahoney
I like this, John. What did you like about it?
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DeleteSpring
ReplyDeleteIf spring lasted forever
I'd never have to say goodbye
to when summer ended
or when the fall leaves died
If spring lasted forever
I'd get out of bed whenever
Cause school would not exist
No winters in December
& snow I wouldn't miss
If spring lasted forever
Road trips would too
Drive to the interstate of nowhere
Get lost without a clue
if spring lasted forever
I'd have no worries of sorts
because worries are for seasons
& Spring is love for short
if spring lasted forever
*+*Maggie
I think it would be nice if spring was a lot longer!
DeleteThe Armor of God
ReplyDeleteTake unto you the whole armour of God
that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day
I really love this poem because I am a big christian and that is a great way to live your life. With no fear of evil because you know God will protect you.
Travis Carbone
This doesn't have anything to do with this month's topic. Please go back and reread the assignment and post again.
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ReplyDeleteI love this poem about kind of letting go and escaping with a little humor by Amy Schmidt. The picture that goes with it is of a little welsh corgi in a tiny red car...just thought I'd let you know.
ReplyDeleteLoose Leashes
My leash was loose,
So now I'm off
To see the world,
Out on my own.
Down country roads
And city streets,
In my red car,
Free and alone.
Armed with my map,
I'm going far-
Just need to learn to drive this car.
Meaghan L block D
This is a cute poem, but it doesn't fit this month's assignment. Go back and reread!
DeleteApril showers bring mayflowers, they say,
ReplyDeleteI run outside and pick a plump bouquet
Plop them into a water filled vase,
a wide smile across my face
Deep breaths of fresh spring air
gentle breezes combing through my hair
chasing my dog up the street
listening to the rhythm of my running feet
The flowers bloom
the birds sing
hey look,
here comes spring.
I wrote that myself. It's not really that great but it's the only poem about spring I hvae and i didn't really want to just comment an already published poem. :)
~Haley B
I really like this, Haley! I can't wait until it's warm enough to go out and take "deep breaths of fresh spring air"!!
DeleteApril, Dear April
ReplyDeleteApril, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child, Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
Ornate in your yellow and white,
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear
By:Mark R Slaughter
I think this poem describes me! I ;love the flowers and hate the winter. i also love the birds comin out to "sing"
- Madison BB
I love it, too -- I have really been enjoying the birds' songs every morning!
DeleteThe pasture by Robert Frost
ReplyDeleteI'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may)
I sha'n't be gone long.-You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
it totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.- You come too.
last comment by colton murphy
ReplyDeleteWhy did you choose this one, Colton?
Deletei love spring and it reminds me of when you go out and finnaly not see snow on the ground. Also it seemed good for april.
Delete~colton murphy
Song of a Second April
ReplyDeleteAPRIL this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.
There rings a hammering all day,
And shingles lie about the doors;
From orchards near and far away
The gray wood-pecker taps and bores,
And men are merry at their chores,
And children earnest at their play.
The larger streams run still and deep;
Noisy and swift the small brooks run.
Among the mullein stalks the sheep
Go up the hillside in the sun
Pensively; only you are gone,
You that alone I cared to keep.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
A positive April poem not about old snow or dark clouds. It's nice to see when in a bad mood.
Mr. Phofolos
There are a lot of unusual words in there! What are hepaticas?
DeleteI don't think it's very cheerful, though. Read the last part again and tell me what you think.
FYI I read this all the way through and I thought the ending was the best part because, even though it sounded sad, it was nice because the author was more looking forward for April to come back than that it is soon gone.
DeleteP.S. Hepaticas are flowers
I understood it to mean that the poet lost someone she loved. She says that this person is the only spring thing that she really cared about keeping. Do you see that?
DeleteStupid pencil maker
ReplyDeleteSome dummy built this pencil wrong-The eraser is down here were the point belongs. And the point's at the top-so it's no good to me. It's amazing how stupid some people can be so stupid
Sam Janelle
You haven't done this month's assignment, Sam. Please go back and reread it.
DeleteApril Rain Song
ReplyDeleteBy Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.
I think this poem shows why the rain is great. I also think it is about the many things the rain does.
Amir Palamar
I've always liked this one, Amir!
Deleteit took me FOREVER to find a poem I thought was satisfying..... but, here it is....
ReplyDeleteApril
The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the backyards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
by Sare Teasdale
~Zachery C.
I like the sound of this! I'm glad you spent time looking for something you liked!
DeleteLEAVING PEDRO IN
ReplyDeleteNo matter what you do,
No matter what you say,
No matter how you live your life,
God loves you anyway.
He’s merciful to everyone
No matter what the sin,
Except to Grady Little
For leaving Pedro in.
Re-posted by Dylan Murphy GO SOX!
That gave me a good laugh! Do you know what it's referring to?
DeleteIn 2003, It was late in the game and picher Pedro Martinez was having a rough day. Manager Grady Little took a trip to the mound. Everybody in Redsox Nation thought he'd pull him. But he didn't. The sox were up by a few runs when he left him in. He ended giving up a walk-off home run to *cough*cough*cough Aaron*cough Boone. It was almost as sad as 'Buckner's error.
DeleteYes, I remember the incident. Who told you about it? (Someone with deep scars, I bet. Dad?) Grady should never have let his pitcher call the shots. grrrr....
Delete
ReplyDeleteApril Rain
The wild sweet rain of April spills
On golden - throated daffodils,
On garden wall and new green bough,
On earth fresh - turned before the plough.
It scrubs the pansy's small shy face
And shines each blade of grass in place
To leave the springtime world aglow,
And lift my heart to walk tiptoe.
VINEY WILDER
I really like this poem because it is very show not tell.
Nicole
I agree completely!
DeleteDon't Worry
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about me flower
You have your own
Stress and strain
For my worries
I will worry
You don't need mine
And I try my best
To not let you
Even if you did
not care
I still say
This poem is about a april flower and how they both have the stress of a lot of rain. Kyle Hocter
Where did you find that, Kyle? You didn't mention who the author was.
DeleteApril Rains
ReplyDeleteThe wild sweet rain of April spills
On golden - throated daffodils,
On garden wall and new green bough,
On earth fresh - turned before the plough.
It scrubs the pansy's small shy face
And shines each blade of grass in place
To leave the springtime world aglow,
And lift my heart to walk tiptoe.
VINEY WILDER
~ Sophie Moore
This is nice, but it has already been posted!
DeleteCome Spring, Come
ReplyDeleteI miss your beautiful flowers,
and weekly showers
I miss gardening,
instead of water hardening
I miss climbing trees,
and seeing the bees
Please come soon, I really miss you
And I am sure, others do too
By: Gabbe Albert
~Gabbe A.
Nice, Gabbe! I miss gardening too -- pretty soon!!!
DeleteWhose woods these are I think I know.
ReplyDeleteHis house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: robert frost
My mom said this was one of her favorite poems when she was growing up I hope i can like it too
Zachary DiCicco
I really like this one too, but it isn't about spring. Go back and read the assignment again!
DeleteSpring is magical, spring is bright I like to go and fly my kite.
ReplyDeleteThe spring breeze is so warm and nice it could never replace any other season with chilly cold ice.
When the sun is beating down on my face I can never feel a bit out of place.
I like spring and spring likes me and it almost feels like we are all a big family.
(By the way I wrote this poem)
+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+Kendall S.*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
Very nice, Kendall!
DeleteTHIS IS WHAT SPRINGS ALL ABOUT
ReplyDeleteflowers bloom
winter falls
the chickadees start to call
spring is here
theres no doubt
this is what springs all about
the bees buzz
the trees fill
with leaves bright green
the branches still
spring is here
theres no doubt
this is what springs all about
by: ME!
madi gass
I love it!
DeleteWaiting
ReplyDeleteI thought my heart would break
Because the Spring was slow.
I said, "How long young April sleeps
Beneath the snow!"
But when at last she came
And buds broke in the dew,
I dreamed of my lost love,
And my heart broke, too!
Charles Hanson Towne
I liked this poem because it rhymed and it wasn't so long that i got bored by the end and forgot the rest .
-Emma Kovalcik
I like it, too. I feel bad for Mr. Towne; he sounds very sad about his lost love and not even spring can make him feel better!
Deletepring is a miraculous experience. The whole world comes alive after the winter in which it seemed that everything was dead. The world comes filled with color and the scent of delicious greenery. The world that seemed so dull and cold has come alive once again. Little did we know that beneath the cold hard ground the plants and trees were preparing for rebirth. Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation in our own lives as well. Spring is a time to renew the excitement and zest for life that lives inside.
ReplyDeleteSource: Spring Poems - Poems about Spring http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/nature/spring-poems.asp#ixzz2QjffGBUq
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
this is my favorite spring poem out of the ones ive read
~catherine emery
There are some nice images in that poem. I really like "the scent of delicious greenery". It reminds me of a fresh salad right from the garden!
DeleteAPPLES
ReplyDeleteApples apples what a treat.
Sweet and tart and good to eat.
Apples red apples green.
Hang from branches over head.
When the ripen.
Down they drop.
So we can taste our apple crop.
By: me
-Samantha D.
This is a good poem, Sam, but apples aren't a spring crop. You still have time to post a poem about spring!
DeleteApril Love
ReplyDeleteMy April love is always in my heart
My April love from me will ne'er depart.
She always brings the joy of 'Spring to me',
My April love forever mine will be!
John Knight
P.S. This is Ryan! o o
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Why did you choose this, Ryan?
DeleteI typed in April poems online and a came to a web sit. i read a lot of different poems. But the one i wanted to share is one that tells you that April is about to end. (just like it is now)
ReplyDelete-Aidan A
April's Away.
All too soon the countryside,
Now fresh greened and sprouting more
Than spring, looks out for wider
Room, shakes it's newborn blossoms
Then ushers April to the door.
And April's away.
No longer teenage, Flora's
Grown maturer now, slightly
Deeper hued, flowers adorning
Every late spring bough, while
April, already pale, turns white,
Then April's away.
Heated by more ardent sun,
Hedgerows must have stronger feed.
Palid from work early done
April leaves, - makes way for May
To ensure Flora has her needs
Now April's away.
Fay Slimm
Yes, it seems like April just started, and already " April's away"! Nice choice, Aidan.
DeleteA beautiful spring day
ReplyDeletePretty flowers bursting through the soil
Rain showers
Indigo sky
Laughter
these are me favorite things i like about SPRING!!!!
LIV :P
Some of my favorite things too! I really love the "indigo sky"!
DeleteTulips are blooming
ReplyDeletesmooth blades of grass on my feet
green grass is growing
i wrote this poem myself ;)
~Sophie Moore
Hooray! A spring haiku! I love it!
DeleteAPRIL'S DREAM
ReplyDeleteThe stream's breath tastes of the wood's perfume,
Filled are the woods with foam:
And the sea like a sheet 'neath the summer noon,
With the languorous swerve runs home.
The beat of a pulse the warm sun stirs
In the air, the sea and stream,
Beckons the heart- and the soul allures
Forth, into April's dream.
William Stanley Braithwaite
http://opossumsal.homestead.com/April/aprilsdream.html
******By Amber Hodgkins*****************
Why did you choose this poem, Amber?
DeleteCaterpillar
ReplyDelete~Christina Rossetti
Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly. from website www.poem hunter .com
laura henderson
You didn't say anything about why you chose this, Laura. What do you like about it?
Deletei liked his poem because it was my favirotie poem from when i was younger
Deletelaura h
April
ReplyDeleteApril! April! April!
With a mist of green on the trees--
And a scent of the warm brown broken earth
On every wandering breeze;
What, though thou be changeful,
Though thy gold turns to grey again,
There's a robin out yonder singing,
Singing in the rain.
April! April! April!
'Tis the Northland hath longed for thee,
She hath gazed toward the South with aching eyes
Full long and patiently.
Come now--tell us, sweeting,
Thou laggard so lovely and late,
Dost know there's no joy like the joy that comes
When hearts have learned to wait?
By: Virna Sheard
I really liked this poem because it describes April and her waiting for it to come. It also sounds like Shakespeare with the words like "thou" and "thy". I also liked it because I can really picture the words as pictures in my head as I am reading the poem.
~~~~~~~Paige M.~~~~~~~
I really like it too. I think it's true that nice things seem even nicer when you have had to wait for them!
Delete"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
ReplyDeleteYou know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."
- Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926
I posted this because i thought it was an interesting poem.
-Shane Marston-
I agree with Frost's idea that April can be either cold like March or warm like May. We had both of those this week!
DeleteSorry that's supposed to be a capital I.
ReplyDelete-Shane-
I read a poem called Lady Bug and I thought it was a good poem
ReplyDeleteYou came,
When the trees began their budding.
You came,
With the Spring to start your buzzing.
When you came,
There was nothing I could offer...
But a wink and a nudge.
After landing on my hand,
To become my Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
You came,
When the trees began their budding.
You came,
With the Spring to start your buzzing.
And when you came,
There was nothing I could offer...
But a wink and a nudge.
After landing on my hand,
To become my Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
Leaving me to feel you're my Lady Bug.
By: Lawrence S. Pertillar
Michaela D
It sounds like a song with all the repeated lines. Maybe we should set it to music!
DeleteA Spring Sonnet
ReplyDeleteLast night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
And all the night with wonder was a-swoon.
A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things;
Some unseen hand hovered above the strings:
Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune.
And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed
In her grey robe against the coming heat.
A pulse awoke within the stirring street--
The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown,
And through the quiet of the colonnade
The smoky perfume of boronia blown.
by: Arthur Henry Adams
-Keith Ordway
I know that you were looking for a sonnet, but why did you choose this one? What do you think of it?
DeleteMy Life, My Body, My Soul,
ReplyDeleteThey all go into playing lacrosse.
Lacrosse is my thing,
My love,
My sport,
And the only thing that motivates me to get up in the morning.
Lacrosse.
It's an addiction,
A gift from god.
Lacrosse,
It's like a Hope,
A Dream,
A place to go when all others fail.
When i run it feels like i am flying.
When i score it feels like i am on top of the world.
The stick; my gun, my weapon.
The Ball; my bullet.
The goal; the target.
The players; my friends, my teammates.
What i have accomplished,
is what i look up at every day,
On my wall.
What i haven't yet accomplished,
Is the momentum that drives me to succeed.
Cameron F, unkown author
ReplyDeleteWow - that's really good! You didn't say anything about your own reaction to it, but I'm guessing that you feel the same way. Where did you find it?
DeleteHere's a poem about my favorite thing - dirt bikes. Its about riding a dirt bike in the autumn. ~ Brandon L.
ReplyDeleteautumn falls
a tire draws
a breath
of fresh
dirt
into its ribbed surface
crunching leaves and sticks
process perfect
roll into
roll unto
another day
another trail
autumn prevails
by James Philip Saunders
Even though this poem takes place in autumn, I chose it because April is the first month of the year that I have been able to get out and ride. It's finally warm enough! I've been riding over the leaves and sticks in the yard and woods.
ReplyDeleteI think it could be about spring as well ! I've been cleaning up lots of sticks and leaves from my yard! Isn't it nice to be able to get outside?!
DeleteSpring, Almost
ReplyDeleteThe sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it,
Small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can't get through them,
And again, it's mitten weather.
I chose this poem because I thought is was a fun little poem that really represents what spring feels like in New Hampshire. Some days it feels really warm, but some days it feels like winter all over again.
~Ellie
It's so true! I love the simplicity of it.
DeleteLove Life
ReplyDeleteBe with the one that makes you happy,
The one that makes you smile,
The one that makes you laugh,
And eachday worth while,
Live life for the moment,
Try hard to make it last,
Because life is so short,
It goes by so fast,
So when you find love,
Dont let it slip away,
Hold it forever,
And cherish it each day,
As long as you are happy,
That is what you should do,
Love that someone and let them know,
Before your life is through.
I love this poem! I have read it three... no four times today! And its not my last. this poem is about love. ( as you can tell ) I found it online and i just had to have it!
Anadee Orrell
I can see why you love this, Anadee -- I like it too! Unfortunately, you didn't read the assignment carefully. Go back and look at it again!
DeleteAnything Is Possible
ReplyDeleteAnything is possible, if you think it is worthwhile
If you’re willing to go the distance, to go the extra mile.
With determination and effort, you can often achieve more
Because you don’t always get what you wish, but what you work for.
Dreams can become challenging, but no matter what the cost
Strive to complete the task before you, and you’ll never end up lost.
So bring with you your goals, and leave your doubts behind
Whether you think you can or can’t, you certainly will find
You’ll be right either way–so never quit, and this is why:
You’ll never become a failure, until you fail to try.
By: Melissa Underwood
I like this poem because it relates to a lot of things - sports, school, jobs and life.
Tyler Millette. .
_
Yes, it certainly does! Unfortunately, you didn't read the assignment carefully. Go back and look at it again!
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ReplyDeleteGabe, you need to go back to the top and read the assignment again!
ReplyDeleteBeing a competitive dancer for the last 5 years, I have had a lot of dance competitions in April so to me that's what April means. This just happens to be one of my favorite poems about dance and I found this poem perfect for my average April.
ReplyDelete~~Dancing in our heads...by Albert Einstein
We dance for laughter
We dance for tears
We dance for madness
We dance for fears
We dance for hopes
We dance for screams
We are the dancers
We create the dreams
+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*Aryanna Davis*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
Where did you find this, Aryanna? Einstein was a famous mathematician; I don't think he wrote this poem.
DeleteGlow Worm
ReplyDeleteUnknown
I wish i were a glow worm,
a glow worm's never glum.
'Cause how can you be grumpy, when the sun shines out your bum?!
- Lulu D
Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
ReplyDeleteon the teacher's chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.
Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.
Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher's drawer.
Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher's drinking glass.
These April Fool's Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.
Before you go and try them, though,
there's something I should mention:
The teacher wasn't fooling
when she put us in detention.
--Kenn Nesbitt
I really think this poem is a good one for kids because it is funny. I normally do not have much interest in poems but this one feally caught my eye. Once I read it I knew this would be a good one to post. I hope you enjoyed.
Travis.C
Nothing Gold Can Stay
ReplyDeleteNature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost
I like this poem I found on the web. It is by
Robert Frost a famuos poet, that I think most of us know. I think the meaning of this poem is to tell you that things will grtow older and change along the way. I also think that it tells us that nothing will stay the same that we have to deal with what life throughs at us and the change umong an object life brings. I love this poem because all it says is true. I hope you like it too. One last thing I think it means I fell it means when something changes it won't or might not go back so don't hate the change respect it and embrase it.
Josh B
Empire State Building
ReplyDeleteJ. Patrick Lewis
I am an American boy, standing up to the world.
I sleep the city sleeps. We dream
the riveter’s dream, held island-fast.
I wake to taxi alarms.
I am a 102-stop elevator ride to heaven.
I am ten million bricks of unshakable faith.
I capture imagination at its peak.
I hugged King Kong, he hugged me back.
I look down on Broadway for a work of art,
the Fulton Fish Market for a slice of life,
United Nations Headquarters for a little peace.
It’s lonely up here without my twin brothers,
the World Trade Center Towers.
Wait here on my doorstep, Central Park,
while I look over Harlem.
I am an American boy, face to face with the world.
I choose this poem because I spent a few days of April vacation in NYC. I got to ride the elevator to the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building and see the city from above. I also connected to this poem because I got to see a show on Broadway and I went to Harlem to see a friend. I also got to see One World Trade Center which is the new trade center being built near where the Twins Towers were.
~ Gabe D.
That was....beautiful....
DeleteBaseball
ReplyDeleteI can hear the cries of the crowd
High up in the stands.
Flesh against steel, the bat is now
An extension of my hands
The sun beats down from up above
Heat waves rise off clay.
The weather knows it, as I do
That it is time to play.
The pitcher glares from under brim
The catcher shifts his feet.
To hurl a sphere of white-hot flame
Into the summer’s heat.
The first pitch soars right past me
I know that’s not my hit.
Behind my dust explodes from
Inside the catchers mitt.
Perfect pitch is soon to come
This I know is true
For flame and bat shall yet collide
And ball will fly to blue.
Another pitch is catapulted
Here in this baseball rapture.
Crack of the bat is something
No Kodak can capture.
The dirt beneath my shoes, I hear
But to the cheers I yield
For this is between two beings
Myself and my field.
Around the diamond, I do fly
A creature of infinite fate
No infielder shall stop me ’till
I slide across home plate.
The grass is mine, the fence is mine
I’m labeled by no stat.
But outfielders will quiver
When I step up to bat.
This poem was written/submitted by Mandy.
I chose this poem because April is the start of the baseball season - something I look forward to every year.
Tyler Millette
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What the Robin Told
ReplyDeleteThe wind
told the grasses,
And the grasses
told the trees.
The trees told the bushes,
And the bushes told the bees.
The bees
Told the robin,
And the robin sang out clear:
Wake up!
Wake up!
Spring is here.
Beleive it or not this was written by a first grader! WOW! She/he was a contest winner for spring poems the website is: http://firstgradebest.blogspot.com/2011/03/april-poems.html
look at these awesome poems they are really cool!
-Jackie C
Block E
April
ReplyDeleteTHE wild and windy March once more
Has shut his gates of sleet,
And given us back the April-time,
So fickle and so sweet.
Now blighting with our fears, our hopes --
Now kindling hopes with fears --
Now softly weeping through her smiles --
Now smiling through her tears.
Ah, month that comes with rainbows crowned,
And golden shadows dressed --
Constant to her inconstancy,
And faithful to unrest.
The swallows 'round the homestead eaves --
The bluebirds in the bowers
Twitter their sweet songs for thy sake,
Gay mother of the flowers.
The brooks that moaned but yesterday
Through bunches of dead grass,
Climb up their banks with dimpled hands,
And watch to see thee pass.
The willow, for thy grace's sake,
Has dressed with tender spray,
And all the rivers send their mists
To meet thee on the way.
The morning sets her rosy clouds
Like hedges in the sky,
And o'er and o'er their dear old tunes
The winds of evening try.
Before another week has gone,
Each bush, and shrub, and tree,
Will be as full of buds and leaves
As ever it can be.
I welcome thee with all my heart,
Glad herald of the spring,
And yet I cannot choose but think
Of all thou dost not bring.
The violet opes her eyes beneath
The dew-fall and the rain --
But, oh, the tender drooping lids
That open not again!
Thou set'st the red familiar rose
Beside the household door,
But oh, the friends, the sweet, sweet friends
Thou bringest back no more!
But shall I mourn that thou no more
A short-lived joy can bring,
Since death has lifted up the gates
Of their eternal spring?
Alice Cary
Rebecca S.
BY: Maggie Onnen
ReplyDeleteMy dear, don't you feel it
The sound as it starts
The thrumming, the drumbeat
The melting of hearts
The long-awaited end
The final defeat
The monster so hollow
Claws with sickness so sweet
Roses may be red
And the sky is sometimes blue
And hey, little fighter,
I'm waiting here for you
Rain is sometimes peaceful
And healing won't always hurt
And hey, little darling,
I know just what you're worth
My love, can't you hear it
The emptiness is gone
No stabbing or aching
No night, only dawn
Your laughter sings stardust
Green-eyed moon, she shines
You walk now with comets
Tails burning wishes kind
Roses may be red
And the sky is sometimes blue
And hey, little fighter,
I'm waiting here for you
Rain is sometimes peaceful
And healing won't always hurt
And hey, little darling,
I know just what you're worth
My rainbow eyes, my pretty thing
A galaxy smile
And a heart that can sing
My rainstorm sweetheart, my pretty thing
A thunderstruck soul
And a heart that can sing
Roses may be red
And the sky is sometimes blue
And hey, little fighter,
I'm waiting here for you
Rain is sometimes peaceful
And healing won't always hurt
And hey, little darling,
I know just what you're worth
********Pietra D
At morn when light mine eyes unsealed
ReplyDeleteI gazed upon the open field;
The rain had fallen in the night --
The landscape in the new day's light
A countenance of grace revealed
Upon the meadow, wood and height.
The sun's light was a smile of gold,
Ere shut by sudden fold on fold
Of surging, showering clouds from view;
No sooner hid than it broke through
A tearful smile upon the wold
Where earth reflected heaven's blue.
Each separate divided part
Of day, was as the threefold art
Of God, who dreamed three dreams and made
The morning, noon, and night parade
In ever changing guise athwart
The day's hours, in His dreams arrayed.
The sky was as a canvas spun
To paint the new spring's nocturns on;
A blended melody of tints --
The sea's hue, and the myriad hints
Of garden-closes, when the sun
Hath stamped the work of nature's mints.
-unknown
Griffin B.
I found this on a website. I like how simple it is. The poem is called Spiring, and it's by Alex Fischer.
ReplyDeleteSpring! How beautiful is the
Spring! How wonderful is the
Spring! How majestic is the
Spring! How fantastic is the
Spring! How tantalizing is the
Spring! How glorious is the
Spring! How melodious is the
Spring! How joyful is the
Spring! How breathtaking is the
Spring! How uplifting the
Spring! How happy is the
Spring! How magnificent is the
Spring! How colorful is the
Spring! How tasteful is the
Spring! How memorable was the
Spring! How flavorful is the
Spring! How aromic is the
Spring! How sweet is
Spring! How beautiful is the
Spring!
* Sarah :D :) :P
There was a Young Lady whose chin
ReplyDeleteResembled the point of a pin;
So she had it made sharp, and purchased a harp,
And played several tunes with her chin. I think I've heard this somwhere.
spencer murphy
Spring
ReplyDeleteSpring Spring Spring
is almost here
Spring Spring Spring
is the time to cheer
But when the rain comes
everyone won't be glum
Spring Spring Spring
is almost here
Spring Spring Spring
the sky will be so clear
Taylor Hurttgam
I picked this poem because it reminds me of all the joy Spring brings for everyone!
Karleigh J :)
Autumn moonlight—
ReplyDeletea worm digs silently
into the chestnut. Brian P. I thought this was interest becase i could kinda see it
Laugh the grillish laughter then the moment after weep the grillish tears April hear that my ears like a lover greetest if I tell 3 sweets all of my hopes and fears April April laugh the golden laughter! I chose this poem because it says how happy April is.
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April is the time to be happy
ReplyDeleteUnlike other times that make us feel crappy
It is the time when the sun comes out
And gives us warmth, without a doubt
When other times are cold and dark
April comes and makes a remark
"No no darkness no
it is time for you to go"
Warmth and joy fill our hearts
Just like food in a shopping cart
School is just about to be over
Which means I can start to take things slower
Spring is here, Spring is here
There is no more need to fear
By-Matt Cusack
and
Kitty Kat
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April's Charms By: William Henry Davies
ReplyDeleteWhen April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;
When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;
When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;
Upon these banks the violets make their home,
And let a few small strawberry vlossoms come:
When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away;
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.
The poem above called April Charms. Was posted by Alysen I chose this poem because it was easy for me to understand and I love that it uses lots of good describing words!
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