Poem’s From 2004/2005

By: Student inGrade 7

Looking Out To Winter(Free Verse)

Rays of sunlight filtered downFrom the sky aboveMelting water from the icy paneTickled down my noseThe water from the icy pane felt quite warmI looked up through that windowAnd then looked down againFeeling kind of boredSnow drifting, round aboutAcross the desolate fieldsIce gathering at the bottoms of hillsThe single joy of a tobogganing child

Looking Out To Winter(Continued: Free Verse)

Joy was spread across his face

How jolly he looked

Sad, and frustrated, I opened

Up a boring long book

The joys of winter are hard to reach

Far out there

A sudden face of a child, cold

Was more than I could bear

Joy To The World(Acrostic Poem)

Joy to the World

Open up arms giving generous gifts

Yell and shout repeating joy

Thank the lord for everything

Over the vast land

To the land and sky we are inferior

Happiness should start

Everyone show joy from your heart

Joy To The World(Acrostic Poem, Continued)

Wish for kindness

Over the vast land

Repeat the sounding joy

Love and kindness

During every day

Running Water(Haiku Poem)

The river bubbling

Gushing water splashing down

Peaceful running brook

Falling(Tanka Poem)

Autumn leaves fall, drift

Welcoming rainbow arrays

Floating to a place

Drifting silently, the ground

Falling, parting, slow away

Kitty Kat(Cinquain Poem)

Kittens

Always Adorable

Clawing, meowing, wondering

Cute, jolly, always curious

Cute Kat

Rose (Limerick Poem)

There once was a little girl named Rose

Who was known to strike a pose

She raced up and down

Looked like a clown

Laughed till she cut off her toes

Autumn Leaves(Sonnet)

The autumn day have discovered many ways;

Floating leaves among the air drift to the ground

Mostly enter the world unseen: today

The leaves shall rise piling into little mound

Autumn months bring joy and cold everywhere

Winter approaching after everyday

Do birds leave as twigs and leaves fill the air

Restless are the animals, settle down sleep away

Autumns Leaves(Sonnet Continued)

End summer to peace, brings autumn to us

Sometimes the heat of summer days starts cold

Days grow long and we feel heat is a must

Colorful arrays end days: red, and gold

The ends of days, are withering away

Enter Winter night, ending Autumn days

Searching(Ballad)

It was hot and cold, both that day, in a small townHidden in the fields where buckwheat grewFarms nestled in valleys; wheat grew in little moundsHidden was that farm, which nobody knew

Work existed only for play, when tragedy, that dayA curse laid upon the very small denSingle disease brought on that grief, mayIgnore the children of the family, girls men

Searching(Ballad, Continued)

Death lurks upon her very roundish, elfin face

A mother of two girls, very young still

Soon after much long, a very desired disgrace

She walks to the forest, looks at mills

To leave, never come back, she sets her slow pace

Wanders away leaving the children

Who knows if evil lurked in some places

Leaving forever, till far days, come back to men

Searching(Ballad, Continued)

Ten years later her children awakeSearching, never stopping for the lostUntil they find their lost mother, makeSearching even more, clothes always tossed

Till comes the bright days of sixteen, today awayYoung Teenager named Mattie, learns her special placeWalking away, Walking away, leaving todayPacks her things at a rapid, swift speed: forty maces

Searching(Ballad, Continued)

Leaving the forest her daughter just goes

Leaving terrors behind, loved ones just

Carrying the burden: her single mother, woes

To find her lost mother she must

Onto the desolate roads she should, must face alone

Into the forest like her mother

A single piercing cry she finds, sudden moans

Approaching the forest, cries other

Searching(Ballad Continued)

The dense, pine, poplar trees swallow Mattie up

Trees are demons of the forest life

Trudging through the bush, she feels like a young pup

Coming, the lake finds a ghostly wife

In front of her lies a ghastly horrible clear lake

The floating figure of mother dead

Was more than sixteen years could take

Floats over and strokes, pats Mattie’s screaming lithe head

Searching(Ballad, Continued)

Knowing her mother was at this point all alongThe ghastly figure vanishes without a single traceShe has done no wrong and leaves, is goneEveryone in this world has a place

Knowing hers, Mattie leaves the barren little lakeShe packs her scattered things off the groundTrudges back to the very entrance: woodland gateBack home to the farm she draws a crowd

Searching(Ballad Continued)

At last she says, as her mother rests alone: harmony

I have done my job and now I know

The places where people rest, grow dead to me

Let my mother’s restless, lost, lonely spirit go