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Samuel Poems 2011

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Dog

By:Sam

On the ground

sleepwalking

sleeprunning!

Gets up

bangs head

on the wall 

trips on flower

bed

wakes up

so confused

so funny

rib cage

hurts!

 

The City

By:Sam

I'm going out to get some battereis

I'll only stop to buy a radiator

(And wait to watch the cars go away)

I shan't  be long, you come to.

 

I am going out to get some lamb

That's at the corner shop

(And wait for it to cook in the soup)

I shan't be long, you come to.

 

acrostic poems 

By:Sam

 

Sarcastic

Awesome

Mature

Uncertain

Eccentric

Loud

 

Creeping

Absoulutely montrous

Tentacaled pig

 

 

Concrete Poem

 

 

 

 

Harvest

By Sam Brennan

Class 5G

Ambrit Rome International School

 

While I wait for the Red Moon

So eager that I sleep at noon

Wondering if I’ll get my honest pay

Or rot and decay.

 

The companies come and go

Taking is what they known

Every time I try to reason

They only pay me back with treason.

 

Shall I feed my family?

Or give it to the companies?

Or jump into a lagoon

Oh, what should I do?

 

 

                                  Snake

 

He slithers on the jungle floor

He’s slimy scales are adored

He go’s exploring

After he’s fished goring

He’s a carnivore

Fear him he can really gore

 

 

The School poem

 

The School: Squeaking Footsteps

Woosh                   Y                 on

The                        e               the

Wind                      e              floor

Paper                      l             talking

Turning                   l              laughing

Thumping shouting  ishouting keys in

On the                    n              the door

Floor                       g              tiolet

Tapping rapping tapping rapping flushing

 

 

This is just to say

(inspired by Mr.William carlos wiliams)

 

I have drank

the coca cola

that was in 

the fridge.

 

And which 

you were probably

saving

for

diner.

 

Forgive me

it was so bubbly

so tempting

so good.

 

love that pizza

 

love that pizza

like cheese likes macaroni

i said love that pizza 

like cheese like macaroni

love to call him in the morning

love to call him 

"hey there pepperoni"

 

Hiacu Poem

 

A butterfly fly

Flying in the cooling wind

On a hot day

 

Snap! A big egale

Chaseing after butterfly

In its jaws it lays

 

Favriote Poems

The Raven By:Egar Allan Poe

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
            Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
            Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
            This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
            Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
            Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —
            'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
            Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
            With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered— not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
            Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore —
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
            Of 'Never — nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
            Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
            She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
            Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by horror haunted— tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
            Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
            Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!— quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
            Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted — nevermore!

—Edgar Allan Poe
Reflection:
I chose this poem because it was realy long and scary.It made me feel sad and sorry for the man in the chamber because he lost the most radiant maidan in the world. And the tapping and rapping at his chamber door but there was no one there. It was like the time when I heard a knock at my door I opened it and there was no one there.
Moon Reunion
By Calf Brown

Reflection:

I chose Moon Reunion because its funny and stupid  because it would never happen. It made me happy because silly and made me laugh. It made me remember when i went out on to my terrace and looked up and saw all these stars.

Comments (10)

David Guarnieri said

at 11:25 am on May 10, 2011

Good job!

5gsamuel said

at 5:34 pm on May 10, 2011

thank you!

David Guarnieri said

at 10:24 am on May 11, 2011

I like your acrostic poem. Check the rhyming pattern ing your Frost inspired poem. The 2nd and 3rd lines in each stanza should rhyme.

5gsamuel said

at 3:07 pm on May 11, 2011

NOBODY MAKE FUN OF IT PLESE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5gminsoo said

at 9:57 pm on May 11, 2011

I can!!! (^^) (^^) (^^) (^^) (^^)

5gminsoo said

at 9:58 pm on May 11, 2011

Ha Ha Ha Hee Hee Hee (^o^)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5gminsoo said

at 9:59 pm on May 11, 2011

And why not?

5gsamuel said

at 5:37 pm on May 16, 2011

BECAUSE I DONT LIKE TO BE TEASED THANK YOU VERY MUCH MINSOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5gtommaso said

at 3:15 pm on May 18, 2011

Sam you are very good! Congrats! >D

5gsamuel said

at 5:21 pm on May 23, 2011

thank you very much so sorry im exited i just got wifi in my apartment

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