I Am Poem

Bio Poem

Re-Creation Poem

Stylistic Imitation Poem

Definition Poem

Limerick Poem

Ode Poem

Found Poem

Choral Poem

Favorite Poem

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I Am Poem: One Great Guy

I am a tough person

I wonder if I will ever get my dream car

I hear other tuners roar through the streets

I see my dream car at the dealership

I want a Subaru WRX STI

I am passionate to riding dirt bikes

I pretend my car is a race car

I feel appreciative for what my parents do for me

I worry about my health to much

I cry when I think of my passing brother 

I am encouraged to do great things in life

I understand the things my dad has been through in the Navy

I dream that one day I will have a beautiful family of my own

I try to be the best I can be 

I hope that one day cancer will be cured 

I am a man of my word

Bio Poem: Story of My Life

Cameron

Cometic, Smart, Caring, Laidback

Friend of Jared, Kaileb, and Daniel

Lover of my 2018 KX450f, family, and food

Who feels fantastic when I’m at the track, exhausted afterwards, and thankful to be alive

Who needs more money for parts, my own truck instead of a car, and more time to ride

Who gives love to my family, effort in homework, and gas to my bike

Who fears my bike getting stolen or destroyed, spiders, and police pulling me over

Who would like to see a car meet, street race, and a different country

Resident of the United States

Polito

Re-Creation Poem: A Cold Night

As we walked down the dark street

Mysterious dogs barked in the blackness of the night

Fog hanging from the trees

Flying insects hissed past my ears 

My hands filled my pockets 

We entered the creepiest house in the neighborhood

A fire was burning inside for warmth

We were trying to move quietly so no one could hear us

It was hard to let a single breath out without being noticed

I kept my gloves on hoping to stay warm

Select words are from Gary Soto's poem "Oranges"

Stylistic Imitation Poem: Roczen's Crash

At nine in the evening. 

It was at nine in the evening.

The gate was dropped, letting out two dozen aggressive riders

at nine in the evening.

The riders banged into each other like wild animals

at nine in the evening. 

Roczen was third in the herd through the holeshot

at nine in the evening. 

No doubt in his mind that he wasn’t going to get to the podium

at nine in the evening. 

Staying in the same position for the first ten minutes

at nine in the evening. 

The whoop section had no effect to him

at nine in the evening. 

Bright colored gear became brown from the roosted dirt

at nine in the evening. 

The second rhythm section after the finish hit him like a brick wall

at nine in the evening. 

Coming over the step-off with the wrong footing

at nine in the evening. 

The next jump sent him flying off the bike 10 feet in the air

at nine in the evening. 

He slammed into the ground 

at nine in the evening. 

It seemed like he broke every bone in his body

at nine in the evening. 

The medical team wheeled him out of the stadium

at nine in the evening. 

The road to recovery had started

This was the time that his life had changed

at nine in the evening. 

Imitation of Federico Garcia Lorca’s style in his poem “Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias

Definition Poem: Pursuit of Happiness

Joyfulness: [jȯi-fl], noun, joyful and joyfully

experiencing, causing, or showing joy

When I wake up in the morning to a great breakfast

And I get to drive the nice truck to school

Pass all my quizzes for each class

 Turn in homework that took a million hours to finish

Drive home listening to my favorite music

Eat a good lunch when I get home

Ride my dirt bike like a horse in a field

Watch my favorite show to go to bed

Limerick Poem: The Star

There once was super bright star

Who thought he could go so far

Until he fell down

And looked like a clown

He never shredded the gnar 

Ode Poem: Ode to Nutella

A burst of heaven, and a hint of hazelnut

You touch my tongue and I am in a daze

Dense and smooth, you taste so good 

How do you never fail to amaze?

Eat too much, and you ruin my health

Too little, and I crave more 

Oh, Nutella, what would I do without you?

I eat you by the spoonful

You are so rich, so incredibly delicious 

Dear Nutella, you are an obsession

I could eat you day and nite and never tire

Why don’t you come in an infinite supply?

 Nutella, Nutella, you are the one I desire

Choral Poem: Everyone's Special

Names, Names,

Everyone had them

Some are

Different

Some are

Short

Some are

Long

All are right All are right

None

Are wrong

We like are names We like are names