Of all the writing I have to do in school, I like poetry the most.
I like it because I can write exactly what’s on my mind about the topic.
I don’t need to have to plan out everything, like in a narrative.
I don’t need to do research before I write, like in information or argument writing.
Here are some examples of poems I have written:
Leaping up to the windowsill,
The fat, fluffy cat chases the fly,
As the bright sun warms her fur.
Prancing across the dining room,
She continues to pursue her prey
As she looks up and bats
like a boxer.
She won’t care if someone comes,
Because she’s determined to catch the buzzing bug
(For a snack).
What grows on a poet tree?
Poets or poems?
I assume the only way to find out would be to plant one.
But nothing would grow if you planted poetry
Or a poet tree (probably because they don’t exist).
We went on a hike in Tennessee.
Many misty mountains around the path—
which was 5 miles.
The trail was tiring, though it was paved.
Hiking up to Clingman’s dome
one and a quarter miles of the ground
way above the evergreens.
The height made a great view
of the Smokies
far away in the distance.
Kieran was far up ahead
then Mea followed by Dad—
while I was in back with Mom.
The coiled snake we passed
and other wildlife were in view
while we enjoyed the hike.
The feeling of love
when you’re with your family,
seeing things you can’t at home,
on a hike, on a vacation in Tennessee.
Arrival at the chess table
Waiting for an opponent.
He comes and sits down.
The chess match begins.
My pawn out two spaces.
His knight, ahead two, over one.
The match continues.
Capturing a pawn.
Opponent takes my knight
Without noticing the bishop in the corner
that ambushes his piece.
Down to my king
against a king—
and a rook,
as well as the smashed bishop.
11 moves until an tie is forced.
But as I think that I am forced to lose,
My opponent makes a huge blunder
And a stalemate ends the game.