Fun

Fun

I'm a fun boy

I like fun

but who hates fun

WHY?WHY WHY?

WHY you hates fun?

I can't understand

WHY WHY WHY

you do like sad and cry 

It's just Amazing

Justin Bieberis chris

brian's poems

Job

In the world there are a lot of job

But some person doesn't have job

In the world there are a lot of job

firefighter,

police,

soccer player,

football player,

worker,

brian's Poem

Sky!

sky is blue...

sky is so huge

sky has a lot of friend

clouds,

rain,

ground

I like sky

S

K
Y

Sebastiaan's Poems

Rollercoater

Loops spirals

d
  r
    o
       p
         s
All there in front of you
it seems so fast
don't want to go
you step in a car
up you go
no turning back
and down you go
i speed up make a loop
all that wind feels good
the next thing its over
lets go again

Grass
Long and skinny
sharp like the blade
of a sword
we play on it
sports usually
you can have it in strips
or you can use seeds
but sometimes it gets yellow
and weeds get in between
whatever it is
its helpful

Candy
its sweet
it comes in different
shapes and sizes
it can come in different
colors
soft hard gooey all part of this sweet thing
kids love it
dentists don't

Umbrellas
umbrellas are like
a best friend
you'll not get wet
square round how'd
ever you like it
most important thing
is you'll not get wet
so you get can around

Sungjae 3rd

Rain

Oh powerful rain

Stops out soccer games

Just water that we drink

We get afraid of it

Stops our baseball games

Graham's Poems

Ice and Hot Water

Ice and hot water, two

Different things, as hot

As magma, as cold as a

Glacier, in the open, the

Same.

A Questionable Poem

Do we believe in fate?

What is destiny?

All these questions,

You must answer,

What is truth and what is false?

None can tell you,

You just believe,

But still, questions last,

And we all strive to answer.

Happiness at Its Peak

Look at that owner,

And his happy, playful dog,

Smiles on both faces

Playing, petting, licking, loving,

Look at that dog,

Ears flapping in the wind,

Running, sprinting, and in minutes,

Gone.

Away.

Home in their house,

Going to sleep,

Waiting for another big day.

Into the Cocoon

My belly full,

It is time to sleep,

For how long,

I do not know,

When I wake,

I will decide,

What to do?

How long to do it?

Will I live to see

Tomorrow?

The Fight of Seasons

Summer, hot headed,

Winter, cold and cruel,

Met one spring day,

Mild, not hot or humid,

Cold or chilly,

And that is the day it began.

Winter hated her temper,

And Summer dodged disrespect,

Both muttering, "I'll get you soon."

Then they sat at the table,

Both thinking the same thing,

Plotting some revenge.

Summer dodge his crankiness,

And screamed out to him,

"So it's war you want, it's war you got!"

Summer enlisted July, June, and August,

Winter March and December,

And the seasonal war began.

That's when things got crazy,

When the seasons went to war,

January went off the chart,

And September just left,

February joined with Winter,

Summer threw a party,

And invited the other months,

To join his regiments.

You can probably guess what happened next,

The months got so tired,

Many needed a simple nap,

Summer and Winter kept on going,

'Til they could go no more,

The Jester sang, put on the crown,

The world was in disrepair.

In this world that none can bear,

You are happy it is just a dream.

Laura's Four Poems

Spiders!

There creepy, hairy legs,

Crawling up your leg.

Hoping it is just a scratch!

You look down to your leg,

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Your scream startles it,

It's hanging by two legs.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

There goes another scream!

Then it falls, F

A

L

L

I

N

G

to death.

Now you feel bad,

But your nightmare is gone,

Squished into the cold tile,

On your kitchen floor.

The Last Swing

The last swing, that I was going to take. The

last swing to win the game. The

weight I felt on my shoulders, to take a simple swing. The

strength building up inside of me. "Comma Robbie, strike this loser out!" The

ball was pitched, and I swung a mighty last swing,

Then the ball flew, out of the field, making me feel proud.

My Grandparent's House

When I walk into your empty house,

I don't feel what I used to feel.

The warmth and love of your laugh,

The protection and happiness of the games,

That we used to play.

Sungjae 2nd

Heaven

I wonder if there is heaven
That we want to go
Or if someone made it up
Just like Santa
We all want to go there
But we don't want to get there soon

Hadi's poems

Death

It can be so quick and easy

or slow and painful

you could see a light

or it will just happen

but it will happen to everyone

Eventually

Life and Dreams

Life is to short for thinking

and

wondering so hold onto your dreams for if dreams die

You Die To

"The end of the world"

With the Mayan calendar coming to an end

Some people think the world will go with it

I don't think so

My mom told me the world will end

When god wants it to end

I believe her

"Day and Night"

Together they are so bright

In the day and night

they both gives us light

In the day and night

Together they are so bright its almost blinding

Together

Daniel's REAL 4 poems

BLANK

form of lifeless

nothing stays in it

feeling the blank

make it better.

Life
special art of earth
gift for human

keep it safe

or death passes

and it is gone

Language
Four part to make house

Ground as grammar

Structure as writing

Concrete as reading

Vocabulary as decoration

Let your think live in house

Math
world's common language

expressed as numbers

logic of life

changed into subject

Jack's Poems

Paper

So White
So Plain
So Simple
So Strange
What to do with this boring sheet
I could
Write scribble
Or keep it neat
Fold a crane
Make a train
Draw a troll
Write an actors roll
Wrap salami
Fold origami
There are
M
I
L
L
I
O
N
S
Of possibilities
for this boring sheet

Squeak

The sound of the
bright
yellow
Shiny
hard
clanky
Doorknob
The feeling of Freedom to do whatever I want
No numbers
Letters
Or confusion

Until HOMEWORK

A perfect snack

The waffle so hot
The waffle so sweet
If you've ever skiied to the waffle cabin you know my friend pete
After eight overs on the slopes I wanted something to eat
I made my last stop
And ate my waffle treat

Gone

The cool spring breeze has begun to change
The suns rays are brighter than ever
There are no calm spring showers
Or blooming flowers
Just
Hot
Humid
Arid

Summer

Sungjae 1st

Pencil

I have a pencil
what should I do
should I write or draw
or stab
to get revenge
or draw a beautiful drawing
to win a contest

Brian's 5th poem

Base Ball

I'm sick

But they throw me

I'm tired

But they hit me

I have a headach

But they catch me

That's my job

But they don't pay me

But but I need money

brian's 4 poem

FIRE

                                    

Frightening fire fell freely

Firefighters feel fear

Falling flames fight the firefighters

Finally the flames fizzle 

 Math

by: Brian Kim

I like math 

Math is cool

Math is fun

I like math class in school

I like math in Korea too

Let's play a math game

Me and… You!

We can try this one

Tony

by:brian KIm

tony is my brother

Tony likes art

last night he drew a knight

Tony likes cartoons

His favorite cartoons is Avatar

He likes snacks

His favorite snack is dry noodle

He likes computers

I play soccer with my brother

soccer

by:Brian Kim

I walked down the hall.

I saw a soccer ball! 

I wanted to play

But i had to sit through the school day.

When the bell rang

My heart sang

But then i had homework.

I think my day is work work work

I think soccer has to wait 

I can't play this late

The end

brian's poem

FIRE

                                    

Frightening fire fell freely

Firefighters feel fear

Falling flames fight the firefighters

Finally the flames fizzle 

Livvy's awesome poems

Social Studies It stays in my mind,I want it to go away but,I have to learn about it anyway! George Washington,Tom Paine,and Ben Franklin too! I'm doing it again Boo-hoo Boo-hoo!!!!!!


The Summer window
Each day I wake up and see,
there is that window,
and me.
I look out there to see if summer
is here,
the bird's chirp is music to my ear!The window glistens with
light, and I know the summer spirit will soon be here.

Friend's Perspective

If I step in your shoes,

would you want me to?

If I said to you,

"What do I look like?"

would you say,

"Ugly, stupid,

someone not worth my time?"

OR

would you say,

"Pretty, kind,

a person that belongs in my heart?"

If I said,

"You are a friend,

and I don't want you to leave me,"

would you say,

the same to me...

or would you just walk away?

Folder

You open, you close,

You're as soft as a rose.

Lumpy or bumpy,

You don't make me grumpy.

Your pockets are well organized,

That is beauty to my eyes.

You hug my papers inside,

So tight they collide.

In green and in blue,

But you come in pink too!

Marie's 3 poem's

Leaves

Every time;
a
leaf falls off
it's branch,
a person;
is dying.
Just
like the leaf.
So,
be grateful,
that
your leaf
did not fall
off
it's branch.


Eye See

I see you,
I see nature,
I see everything;
around me.
But,
it's not fair,
that I
cannot see
the thing
I am
holding on to
F
O
R
E
V
E
R
.

My Life

My life,
is like
a baby bird
that cannot fly.
Unable to see the world

Chris

THE UNORDINARY MARKER!

I choose the pink marker,

draw in the ears of a mouse,

but it's black!

but it's,

pink,

with a pink shell and cap,

THE UNORDINARY ,

MARKER

Sometimes

sometimes I wonder who

walked on this ground

before me, george washington

and his troops I think

sometimes I wonder where in the world has my dollar gone

has a fugitive held for four years or barrock obama

but sometime i think and don't wonder at all

My mom

watching over me when least expected

Paying and playing with me

Everywhere i go

but when I'm sick in bed it's my mom

standing besides me !! mom!!

u rock

Math

math is fun

math is cool

math is hard

math is challenging

math is complicated

math is math most of all

Zach's poems

The Shot

Can he shoot?
It's an open shot
here he goes
he's all alone
just him and the goalie
his eyes flicker up
then back down at the ball
he rears back, leans forward, and
there's the sound of foot meeting ball
We all watch, look up, the ball is lost in the big, hot sun
the crowd draws a breath,
as we watch
the big round white blur with spots
one big noise, then absolute silence
It's over goalie's head, it falls,
Ping! hits the post and rolls in
for a goal! The crowd roars,
He's the hero! His teammates jump on top of him
and they all
c r
u m
b
l e
to the
ground!

Poetry Lesson
"It's hard to write a poem,"
some people say,
but I see poetry a different way
you can write about anything
you can write about food, people or dogs
write a poem about nature, sports or frogs
It's fun to write poems, you should see
Try to write one, learn from me
Now, I'm not that good, but picture this:
a perfect day
warm, sunny, a small breeze
lie down on your beach chair
with your pillow and towel
the chair is comfy, the water's clear
it looks cool and refreshing, makes you full of cheer
you decide to go swimming
walk right in,
a huge grin
on your face as you have the time of your life
So, now you see,
that's some poetry,
so go write a poem
now that you know about 'em

Soar

I'm an eagle
I'm striving to soar
to new levels of greatness
Time is short, but there's so much to do
Strive to soar
strive to soar
into the future
to new levels of history
from new heroes and legends
and great legacies
soaring through new and old
with the good, through the bad
striving to become
remembered
as the one who soared to greatness
Soar with greatness
Soar with memory
Soar with bravery
Soar with boldness
Soar with pride
Soar with me

Sad Sleep

Don't want to get up today,
just lay down and do nothing
just lay down and sleep
just lay down and relax
just lay down in misery
just lay down and dream
just lay down and hope,
because in my dreams,
everything is right
And when I awake,
I know that nothing,
nothing,
will ever be right.
Like a baby bird that can't fly,
or like my life that will never be right
I have as little hope as a
Brainless anything
nothing new known now
just that I have to lay down in misery
in my hopes
in my dreams
in darkness

Kathleen's Poems (Last Project in Washington)

GloomyWocky

'Twas purple and the bright yellow
Did cower every day:
All down was the mournful blue,
And "Help Me!" the red did say.

"Beware the GloomyWocky, my girl!
The white: so deep, the mood: so down!
Beware the Eraser and, girl,
Don't freeze at the piercing, black frown!"

She took her pink marker in hand:
Long time the colorless foe she sought--
So drew she by the Crayola tree,
And doodled while she thought.

And as in ivy thought she stood,
The GloomyWocky with a look that stains,
Came erasing through the Rainbow wood,

And drained color as it came!

Red, blue! Red, blue! And yellow, too
The neon marker went highlighting!
And with its eyes she wrote: Good bye
And went back writing.

"And, hast thou colored the GloomyWocky?
Come to my easel my maroon girl!
O violet day! Chartreuse and gray!"
They painted a few swirls.

'Twas purple and the bright yellow
Did make best friends all day:
All up was the happy blue,
And "I'm saved!" the red did say.






Be with Wake

I wake up
Knowing I lost.
Sleep won.
I try to remember the
Gentle battle that only happened
The night before.

I fought to move my limbs and joints,
But sleep froze them to the bed.
I fought to move my lips and call for help,
But Sleep numbed them and drowned out my voice.
I fought to keep my eyes open,
But Sleep weighed them down with its voice.
I fought to think of real life,
But Sleep filled my head with dreams and wishes.

Now

I am asleep again.
One that will never end.
This was commanded by Wake.

Now take my advice and don't go to Sleep
Even if your parents
Tell you to.

Be with Wake.

i

Oh,

Little, defenseless, innocent i.

i, the tiny.

i is picked on for

Being small.

But,

Small is what i need.

The little i represents

Me.

i go to the park.

i feel happy.

Nobody can pick on i now

Because

i

grows

To be I.

I is

Me.

I will be

El más querido.

Feeling Proud

The plastic is so smooth on

The brush.

I want to hold it.

My heart starts to rush.

I dip it in the

Deep, thick aqua.

And with the miracle

I begin to draw.

My hand

Goes g l i d i n g

Across the paper,

R i d i n g .

I put down the brush.

Hope looks good, I wish.

A light blue canvas

Covered with white swirls.

Nothing in the world

Matters more than this.

I sign my name in the corner:

Kathleen

Feeling proud.

Eva's 10 poems

Salmon Swimming
That night was a group of salmon,
Swimming in a hazy blue sea.
that sunset I'll always remember,
Belonging to only my brother and I.

Sip
A simple glass,
Water clear,
Simple as can be.
Who would think
that without it,
We wouldn't be able
to say,
"You and I".


Ambulance
Whizzing by.
dark light dark light.
Silent noise."Sounds" and lights,
Pulling me away.
Into the
unknown......

Spring Scents
Sniff it,
go on,
take a breath!It's fresh,
It's new.
It's right there.
It's true,
Really!It's the spring!Believe me,
It's all around.
you and
everyone else,Can smell spring in the air.
Oops!
Now it's summer.
I guess
This poem took too
long!


Death of a Fish
Her fish died yesterday.
It was the saddest thing.she had another one though,
so it was alright!
She decided to give it some respect sooooo,She flushed it down the toilet.
When she returned to the tank,
The other fish was dead.
Sadly, she did not realize,
That she flushed the live one down
Instead.

Speak
Take a breath,
Ready for words.Am I ready?
Yes,I think so.
Here it goes....
"Hello."
NotesNotes,High
and
low.
On a scale without weight.
Hold onto it.
Don't
Let
It
f
a
de
a
w
a
y
.


Dark
Behind the
Black fabric wall.
No lights,
No whispers
Except for the ones,
of the audience,
Waiting for the show to
Begin.


Ink

Colored,
Intense.
opening a world
of creativity.
Writing,
Reading,
Language,
Intelligence,
Where would we be,
Without it?
Nothing to write,
No reason to spell,
Not anything to read,
Zero pictures.
Thank you for color.
Thank you for ink.

Moving on in life

Saying goodbye,
To a world ,
It feels like,
We just met.
Soon entering
One so new,
and advanced,
Clapping and songs,
Moving through old,
Familiar hallways.
Smiles and tears,
On the old faces,
Of family and friends.
Hearing,
"See you soon"s,
And
"Text me"s.
Sadly,
Happily,
Moving on in
L-I-F-E.