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Hannah's Poem Page!!
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An acrostic is your name going down, and every line starts with one of the letters. Happy almost all the time Always reading under the covers Nine and a half years old Never wants to eat her peas Always has a cat on her lap Helps Grandpa on the farm
2. Thunder (a Cinquain) A cinquain has five lines. The syllables go 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. You clap them out! Thunder loud and grumbly rolling over the barn and Pickles hides under my bed Boom! Boom!
3. Day and Night (a Diamante) A diamante is shaped like a diamond. It turns into the opposite, and the middle line is where it switches. Day bright, sunny swinging, biking, playing sun, sky, moon, stars sleeping, dreaming, snoring dark, quiet Night
4 and 5. Two Haiku Haiku come from Japan. Three lines: 5 syllables, then 7, then 5. They are usually about nature. Corn rows in the sun Grandpa says they are so tall I can't see the house Snow on the mailbox Pickles watches from the porch she does not like it
6. Louise (a Limerick) A limerick is a funny poem. Lines 1, 2 and 5 rhyme, lines 3 and 4 rhyme, and it goes da DUM da da DUM. There once was a cow named Louise who wanted to climb in the trees. She tried with her hoof, then fell on the roof, and now she just sits in the breeze.
7. What Is Orange? A color poem uses all five senses! Orange is a pumpkin on the porch. Orange is Pickles's fur. Orange tastes like sherbet on a hot day. Orange sounds like leaves crunching. Orange smells like the oranges at Christmas. Orange feels like a warm blanket. Orange is the sun going down behind the barn.
8. Tornado (a Shape Poem) In a shape poem the words make the shape. Mine is a tornado, skinny at the bottom like a real one. the wind is spinning round and round across the field the siren goes off and we run down to the basement Mom brings the flashlight and the radio Pickles rides in the laundry basket we wait and wait and wait then it is so quiet it went away whew
9. Pickles Just a rhyming poem for my cat. Pickles is my orange cat. She is not skinny. She is fat. She sleeps all day on the laundry pile and purrs at me when I walk down the aisle. (The aisle is the hall. It just had to rhyme.) She knocks my pencils on the floor and cries outside my bedroom door. We named her Pickles because when she was small she stole a pickle and ate it ALL.
10. Grandpa's Tractor For Grandpa's birthday. It's on his refrigerator now. Grandpa's tractor is big and green, the biggest thing I've ever seen. I sit up high on Grandpa's lap, he lets me steer, I wear his cap. We go past the corn and past the beans, and past the creek and the trampoline. It goes so slow, it's really loud, I wave at Mom, I feel so proud. When I grow up and I am tall, I'll drive it by myself. That's all! |
