New Poetry

Here is several new things of poetry.
I had to write them for school.
Tell me what you think.
___________________they are all using metaphors__________


5-20-08

The Moon

The moon is a shining face,
It looks on us from above.

Watching us with poise and grace
It does its nightly guard;

Giving light to all-
It makes up stories
About us all down here,
Fairy-tales, if you will, and tells them to the stars.

It is a shining face,
That laughs at everything
We do-
And thinks us so strange
For living on a planet
That is so very green and blue.
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this next one is a Metaphors about people type of poem.
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5-20-08


I am a bird,
My song whistles through the air,
Like a leaf I rustle in the wind.
Young and not yet old,
I am a clay pot,
Created blue
Like the sky,
Free and Caring-
I am hope fluttering through.
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this one is from todays assignment 5-21-08
It is from metaphors about thoughts and emotions.
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Wave

In my dreams I am a wave,
Rolling, and tossed about the sea.
Flying through the air I take the shape of
A bird and beat my wings-
My bright blue and silver feathers shine
Above the sea.

But as I dive down,
And my fair form hits the waves-
Into them I return.

I am tossed to and fro,
As a lonely wave,
For I have no friends to comfort me
On this long and tiresome journey.

And as I am tossed I hit a bank of seaweed,
Out of it I emerge an otter,
With bright blue and silver fur.
I spend my days napping, and diving for food
Among the reeds,
And with my new found friends.

As I swim among the reeds one day,
I am caught up in an angry wave,
A large and engulfing wave,
One such one that I used to be.
And it drives me back out to sea.

And once again I am tossed,
Along the lonely verge I cross-
Into darkness and never ending void.

I am still that dream,
Changed only in form-
For once again I am given new life.

The wave drives me into a cave,
And I am dashed against the sides.
My fur is torn from my hide.

Out of the cave I emerge-
A mermaid,
Fair and blue,
With hair the color of the tropical sea.
And now I swim, constant in form-
Never forgetting my past in which I was a
Wave!