Prepositions: What are They?
Here Are Enough Prepositions to Drive You Crazy!Now Click on the link below and read a selection of student authored poems that begin each line of poetry using a preposition. Because this last week's grammar lesson is about prepositions, your assignment is to write a Preposition Poem and then post it by Friday, September 30th and Respond to two other classmates about their poems by Sunday, October 2nd.
Preposition Poems to Read
http://home.earthlink.net/~jesmith/Prep.poems.html
List of Common Prepostions and an Explanation About Prepositions
http://www.chompchomp.com/terms/preposition.htm
Assignment: Worth 10 Points
Write a poem using a preposition as the first word that begins each line of your poem. The poem must tell a story or has some kind of theme. Length of poem is to your discretion. As a rule of thumb, write until the poem feels complete.
5 Points EXTRA CREDIT to those students who post their poem with a picture or video.
Hint: Google tinypic website and use this site in order to create a link to a personal photo. Make sure that you copy/paste the link intended for blogs.
Or find a photo directly online and copy/paste the link associated with the photo. You may have to select "Full Size Image" in order to copy/paste directly from the web.
Poem is due by Friday, September 30th.
Response to two of your classmates in which you discuss their poem is due by October 2nd. No credit given if all you say is, "I really like your poem." So highlight something about the poem's theme or imagery or rhyme scheme if it has one.
Have Fun!!
R.I.P Nahele
ReplyDeleteOver the years in my life, I have met a girl
Down to earth and always smiling.
Throughout the years, we went our separate ways.
But in addition to that, I wish we didnt.
Beneath all the pain and hurt, I just want you to know, I'm still thinking of you.
Beyond the real world, If I could go back in time to save you, I would!
Instead of sitting here "thinking" you are still here with me when your not.
During your accident I couldn't sleep, I kept tossing and turning, and I just knew something was not right.
After I found out about you, on channel two news it just broke my heart, I was in shock and just couldn't believe my old friend was gone.
But you are always in my heart, mind, body, and soul.
Upon the lords grace, you were the sunshine of our lives.
Without you here Nahele, things will NEVER be the same.
Until we meet again my old friend...
test 3
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ReplyDeletetime to fly
ReplyDeleteaboard the gigantic air craft,
about to departure to california,
above my head luggage is stored,
across the blue pacific,
after the lift off,
aginst the wind,
along the clouds,
among some people,
before we land,
behind the seats,
below the air craft,
beneath the seats
between the vents,
beyound the darkness,
by the emergancy exit,
inside the suitcase,
near the socks,
underneath the clothes is my dearst and most prized possesion, my phone.
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ReplyDelete[IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/t4vhp5.jpg[/IMG]
my pictures for my poem.!
dear Jeni Das,
ReplyDeleteyou poem is the most intresting story i have ever heard. i can visualize the story in my head and how you felt when you heard about the big accident between 2 people and your good friend. well to me your poem was real touching and sad at the same time. you are great at using prepositions.
R.I.P Nahele
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteThroughout the beginning of time.
Against all odds.
Past and present.
Above all, mankind survived.
Until now, I have givin it a little thought.
At what time, will i contribute?
Except for my daily existence.
Until right now, it didnt matter.
Into the future.
Before it ends.
Toward my future I will begin.
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Sincerely Lawson Fernandes Pd. 5
Dear Edward Keoho,
ReplyDeleteI like how you make your poem describe flying on a plane but it really is about your phone at the end. Great use of the a and b prepositions.
Sincerely Lawson Fernandes Pd.5
Dear Jeni Das,
ReplyDeleteYour poem about Nahele was so sweet and sad. I like how you used your emotions through it. Sincerely, Lawson Fernandes Pd.5
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ReplyDeletedear lawson,
ReplyDeletei really enjoyed reading your poem. thinking about your theme i realized how people affect the world. i also thought about how what we do is the only legacy we can leave behind. we determine our own future.
sincerely,
ke'ala lopez pd. 4
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteUpon the horizon you dance,
Among the cloud people.
Above the angry waves,
Below the peaceful sky.
Through your fiery rays you reach
Over the the ocean, enveloping the sky
In a warm embrace of color.
Within my thoughts you stay,
But I know you must go.
Without hesitation you bid me farewell...
Until tomorrow.
http://www.iphoneweb.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Hawaiian_Na_Pali_Kauai_Sunset.jpg
Sincerely,
Ke'ala Lopez pd. 4
Dear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteInside the stadium,
On the soccer field i stand.
Across the field i see my team warming up.
Beside me sits my ball, I pick it up run to my team and warm up too.
Among my teammates we share many laughs.
Throughout the years we shared the same passion and love for soccer.
During our long and agonizing wait to start a game comes wise words from our coach.
Above all soccer is my main sport that i just adore playing.
On of off the soccer field I'm practicing to be better each day.
After all you can never get better at anything without practicing.
Without all my support from my family and friends I wouldn't be where i am today for soccer.
For all the people who supported me this poem is for you, Thank You !
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Sincerely,
Kehaulani Relacion pd.6
Dear Jeni,
ReplyDeleteI really thought about your poem. I can't say I know what it's like to loose someone close to you because it never really happened to me before. Dedicating your poem to Nahele was a very sweet thing for you to do. I really liked it, it shows how much you miss her and how much she meant to you as a friend. I'm sorry for your loss she's flying with angels now.
Sincerely,
Kehaulani Relacion Pd.6
Dear Ekolu,
ReplyDeleteYour poem was very funny to read. While reading it the whole time I thought it was going to be about a plane ride, well it was but in the end it was your phone.
Sincerely,
Kehaulani Relacion pd.6
above the nonsense is where i stand.
ReplyDeletewith tears staining my cheeks, i put
on this fake smile
to make you happy. when i'm alone, i fall
into deep thoughts
on how i still stand strong.
underneath this mask that i wear, there's a girl screaming
for help but she's too scared. i've reached a point where i have no control. i sit as i listen
to them yelling
at me telling me how much i screwed
up. i wear this heavy suit
of guilt and sorrow. i wish someone could rescue me
from the hurt and tell me everything's going
to be alight.
but i stand alone, drowning
in my tears. i can't swim anymore. save me
before it's too late.
sincerely, sara pd.4
dear jeni,
ReplyDeletei felt the pain you felt in your poem. when i heard the news, it broke my heart. it could've been anybody. everybody goes out and party's these days. and yeah, they say live it up, but you never know if you're gonna live to see tomorrow. its a 50/50 chance of seeing tomorrow. i pray for all those people who party. i used to do that stuff, but i have realized that it's not worth risking your life for one night. your poem inspired me.
Sincerely, sara pd.4
dear ekolu,
ReplyDeleteyour poem caught my attention. at first you were driving my imagination to your experience of riding on a plane but you were worried about your phone in the end. it kind of shows how a lot of teenagers depend on there phone and it becomes there first priority versus paying attention to the real world.
sincerely, sara pd.4
Dear Kehau:)
ReplyDeletei love how u explained the love for soccer in a poem, you have great ways of using the prepositions to start off each line. i can tell your really good at soccer now!
sincerely, ekolu pd.6
The Singer
ReplyDeleteSince she can remember, her thoughts are hidden away
Beneath the surface lies the many words that can't be expressed
Like a feather in the breeze, she feels her words have no meaning
Among the silence comes a song that sings every feeling.
But the song is only beautiful when she is alone.
Until now, a melody could never express her mind
Without a doubt, she is no bystander of life,
Against all odds she is strong, courageous and wise.
Like no other, she is the singer.
Sincerely,
Evangeline
Ps. I had a photo but it wont upload :(
For some, love can be difficult,
ReplyDeletefor others, love is easy,
for us, it’s both.
For some, love is mutual,
for others, it’s one-sided,
For us, it’s not certain.
for some, love is happy,
for others, love is miserable,
for us, it can be both.
But I still love you as you are.
For some, love is forever,
for others, it’s only a few months
for us, it’s unclear.
But now we know, that things were just not meant to be.
Until the time comes, we will just have to live on in each other’s minds.
Sincerely,
"Kirakai" Momohara Pd. 2
Dear Jeni Das,
ReplyDeleteI really liked you're poem. It was sad but I could feel the pain you were going through as I read it. This poem was done very well and I believe that pretty much everyone has experienced something similar to this. Well done.
Sincerely,
"Kirakai" Momohara Pd. 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteMoonlit Stranger
Among the shadows in the dark, lies a palace of wealth and prosperity.
Beside the palace was a man full of intent ready to burst in.
Concerning the security that might be surrounding the palace he leaps,
Over the tall towers as fast as he could so that no one could see him,
Through the moonlight.
Before the man was a crystal clear window,
Behind the window were many treasures
But only one stood out from the rest.
Across from the treasures was a beautiful woman,
With red hair, dressed in a white shirt and blue skirt.
As of this moment he was caught in trance over the beauty resting in her bed.
With his daydreaming he slips through the window with a sudden crash!
Across the room the beauty was awakened, noticing the reluctant thief
On the ground.
Instead of being afraid of the stranger, she giggles.
After hearing her giggles he rises to attention,
But instead of appearing sinister he appears bashful,
Inside his mind were thoughts of nervousness and anxiety.
But when she asks for his name he decides to play it cool,
With subtle romantic suaveness and settles the matter
By offering her a bright pink rose, which she appears in awe
Over the small precious flower, she then becomes entranced
By the thief’s gentle charm.
Before she could say a word, the thief asks her if she could go
Along with him,
On his travels,
Across the Earth.
Because of his generous offer she decides to go,
With him
On his travels
Beyond the castle walls.
Without further ado the two run off together as they escape
From the Castle, and no one had ever heard
From them again.
Sincerely,
Spenser T.
Period 6
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Dear Edward,
ReplyDeleteI'd really like to say thank you for your words of wisdom. I really appriciate it. You know, its just sad to see anyones life being taken away for such a horrible reason. Dont drink and drive or dont EVER let antone drive you drunk.
Sincerely, Jen
Dear Lawson,
ReplyDeleteI'd also like to say thank you for your support! :) i really enjoyed your poem it was really neat the way you did it. I like how thiers not run on sentenses. Its short but very catchy. Some people might not get it but i do!
Sincerely, Jen
Dear Kehau,
ReplyDeleteFirst of all... I miss you! Im sad we dont have any classes together this year :(
Thank you for your kind words about Nahele. Yes, she is now flying with angles but we all wish she was here still. I know shes in a better place and looking down at us all. I enjoyed reading your poem! I didnt know how much loved soccer. Its great that you could put that in words- better yet a poem!
Sincerely, jen
Dear Sara,
ReplyDeleteThank you for that, i really enjoyed reading your response about Nahele. I liked the way you organized your poem, i like how you show feeling. Its like i can feel it myself as i read along. Your a great writer, keep it up! :)
Sincerely, jen
Dear Kirakai,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your response to my poem i really enjoyed reading it. You did a great job on yours as well. Keep up the good work!
Sincerely, Jeni
"Them"
ReplyDeleteThey said I couldn't do it.
They said I suck...
They said I couldn't make it,
They said I'm not good enough.
They said I'd never be a high school football player.
They said I'd never handle the sport.
They said I'd never start, they said I never score.
They said I would be everyones little female dog.
"they" said I would never be great.
What I come to ask is why, when they have never done crap themselves.
So after years of the gossip, and after years of the work.
Every Saturday night,
When I hit that spot light.
"THEY" are silent...
Stars
ReplyDeleteabove us they fly
out of reach to most
to touch would be impossible
they are hot balls gas that would fry you
although they are still beautiful to look at
always remember to find
that star you want to reach
Dear Lawson,
ReplyDeleteYour poem is very inspiring. It makes me rethink my purpose in life and yet it brings up many questions. Like if we ever born with a purpose or is it given to us thought our experiences, if so by who? Or perhaps, a purpose in life is one of the many things that will remain unreachable. Maybe it’s nothing more than a question we ask ourselves in order to push ourselves in the world without any answer? That just might be the case. Don’t you think so? In any case, your poem really stands out and is a thing that many if not everyone can relate to.
Sincerely,
Jaxey pd6
Dear kira,
ReplyDeleteI could really feel the message you were trying to say. The way you take a common thing as love and put everyone’s outlook of it with as much feeling as you did is amazing. I liked your voice as well. However I think that love is more of a concept than anything. As in your poem mentions love is different for everyone. If you were to ask a kid what love is they’d say something about their family or how their parents love each other. This concept of love is barely there when that same child grows up. Love I think is nothing than a concept that we wish to be attainable like life’s purpose, yes love doesn’t have a single meaning. As we age our outlook of life changes and so does our views of love. Who is to say what is love and what isn’t? don’t you agree?
Sincerely,
Jaxey pd6
Dear Ms. Carlson
ReplyDeleteR.I.P. Giggi (my cousin)
To you saving my life more that one can thank for.
With you watching me grow up from nothing to what you knew me to be.
On account of saving my life when i almost died, not once, not twice, but three times.
Upon everyday I think about you as you used to be... ALIVE, no matter what I will always miss you.
Before you always helped me through my hard times.
Since it didn't matter if it bothered you or got in the way of a perfect plan you always came to get me.
In the past it made me upset that you had to always be the one to get me, but after you did you would make me feel better than what I felt way before. You give me my strength to keep going.
Sincerely,
Camile Gange Pd. 2
Dear Reese Afroman Hicks-Whetsel
ReplyDeleteI love you poem because they who gossip dont have a life and they only make them feel better about them selves.... i thankful that you see that people who talk like that dont deserve your attention save it for the ones that matter.
Sincerely,
Camile Gange pd.2
Dear Mrs. Carlson
ReplyDeleteAboard our boston whaler.
Among all the boats we seem the smallest.
Before the sun rises we head
out. Salt air flow
past us like a knife cutting paper. I look
below the boat and see a vast blue bottom floor.
Until now I never seen a big fish bite our lure.
Till now, the reel screams like a motor
out of control. Looking
into the water wondering where this beast is.
Concerning is a bad idea
at the moment.
Out of nowhere a sliver mast swims
besides the boat. I look
beneath again and see the beast swim away.
Until next time, Ahi.
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Sincerely, Ken Miyata
Period 5
Dear Edward
ReplyDeleteI like how your poem lead me into thinking that this was about a plane flight but it turns out to be your phone!
Sincerely, Ken Miyata
Period 5
Dear Jeni
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your poem I was touch by all the emotion that came to you after the tragic incident. Even I was touch on how it hurt you.
Sincerely, Ken Miyata
Period 5
Dear jeni das
ReplyDeletei really enjoyed reading your poem. it just made me think about my cousin and all he did for me when i didnt realize it sooner thank you jeni for you poem it really was a blessing to read it.
Sincerely,
Camile Gange pd.2
dear ms.Carlson
ReplyDeletein front of the pack pushing my limits
through the woods
across mountains and valleys
beside my fellow riders
without hesitation ride till sun set
beneath the hot glimmering sun
below the trees were theres shade
from the valleys bottom
to the hill tops touching the clouds
for our weekend excitement
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dear kmiyata
ReplyDeletei like your poem because it says everything about fishing on the boat especially a boston whaler which i use also.even the sound and sight of the reel getting spooled by a big ahi.
dear kehau(l
ReplyDeletei like your poem because it says everything of what it is like at a game when you get on the field.
-Dream Sequence-
ReplyDeleteAcross the universe,
Beyond the horizon,
Along the mountain terrains.
From inside my heart, I desire to dream.
Instead of lying on my bed waiting for my dream to happen
Without hesitation, I get up and chase the light.
Throughout life we have regrets and scarred emotions.
Before you give up on it all, just fix your dreaming eyes on the universe and see the beauty. Sail
Beyond the horizon. Fly
Along the mountain terrains. Dream
Beyond it all.
Sincerely, Jordan Vernola. Pd. 5.
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Dear Spencer,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem, it had depth and a story inside of it. I love how you describe the characters. It feels as if I am watching a movie. Great job.
Sincerely, Jordan Vernola. Pd. 5
Dear Jeni,
ReplyDeleteYour poem was sad, but beautiful. Losing a friend is hard, and we can tell she meant a lot to you. I love how you show the good side of it by saying, "Until we meet again my old friend", meaning you are saying bye for now, and not goodbye forever.
Sincerely, Jordan Vernola. Pd.5.
Dear Ms.Carlson
ReplyDelete-Taste of Sweetness-
Candy of course is quite dandy,
Kit-Kats and Twix oh what a mix,
Chocolate bars and Hershey's kisses has her missing the skittle and starbust flavors that she misses,
Fruits, fruits, what about fruits?
there's apples, orange, kiwi, and grapefruits,
big, small, large, round,
some even likes to roll around,
so now is when i say goodbye,
not for long but just till the next hi:)
Sincerely,Cortney Higa Pd.4
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteShit Happens*
ripping your shorts in the middle of nowhere..shit happens.
getting your shirt caught on the fence..shit happens.
spill your coffee all over your white shorts..shit happens.
scaring the wrong person from the back..shit happens.
no toilet paper and no one around for miles..shit happens.
locking your keys in your car..shit happens.
doing your project wrong..shit happens.
pissing yourself after a long flight..shit happens. (;
tripping in front of the boy you like..shit happens.
sending the wrong message to the wrong person..shit happens.
falling asleep first and getting drawn on..shit happens.
getting your shorts wet so it looks like you pissed..shit happens.
Well... SHIT HAPPENS
Sincerely,
Racquel Sandal, Pd. 4
Dear Cortney Higa,
ReplyDeleteI like your poem because it sounds yummy, and it brings back cute memories.
Sincerely,
Racquel Sandal, Pd.4
Dear Jordan Vernola,
ReplyDeleteI like your poem because it gives you a feeling of peacefulness. It makes you feel like your actually dreaming.
Sincerely,
Racquel Sandal, pd.4
REWRITE- MS CARLSON :)
ReplyDeleteR.I.P Nahele
Over the years I met a girl
Down to earth, always smiling.
Throughout the years we went our separate ways.
But I wish we didnt.
Beneath all the pain and hurt I want you to know, I'm still thinking of you.
Beyond the real world, If I could go back in time to save you, I would!
Instead of "thinking" you are still here with me when your not.
During your accident I could not sleep, tossing and turning, I just knew something was not right.
After I found out on channel two news, it broke my heart, I was in shock and just couldn't believe my old friend was gone.
But you are always in my heart, mind, body, and soul.
Upon the lords grace, you are the sunshine of our lives.
Without you Nahele, things will NEVER be the same.
Until we meet again my old friend...
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ReplyDeleteDear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteIn my truck
to my friend's house
with our bodyboards
to the beach,
in the water
on the wave
around my friend
off the lip
over the rainbow
toward the shore,
in my truck
to No. 1
with the food,
to the beach
till the sun goes down.
Sincerely,
Derek Yamane
Dear Edward,
ReplyDeleteI liked your poem because I could just picture the plane moving through the sky and how it looks inside the plane too. You used good words to describe taking a trip. I liked your ending about your phone too.
Sincerely,
Derek Yamane
Dear Geordan,
ReplyDeleteI like your poem because of the way you describe dirtbiking. Even if you didn't say it was dirtbiking, I could tell what you were talking about because you had good describing words.
Sincerely,
Derek Yamane
Dear Racquel,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem. It was so true and I could hear some humor in it as I read it. Good job!!
Sincerely,
Kirakai Momohara Pd. 2
Above that net stands a refferee,
ReplyDeleteTo keep score of our game called volleyball,
Durring this game our main concept is bump, set, and spike,
Across the net lys competition,
Concerning us what is our game plan,
Before the whistle blows,
Among we stand together,
Toward a victory,
With all our hearts, we will play,
Despite the outcome of this game,
Through it all we gave it our best,
without a doubt.
Sincerely,
Adarah Fujita Pd.2
Dear ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteTo the back of my mind,
I push away the pain ,
excepting the fact that you don't care.
Without you
I go on about my life,
Although you're the only thing I think about most of the time.
Through it all
I hide my emotion,
Masked with a smile
The world accepts.
But Beneath the mirage of my painted on face
Are the tears of a clown.
Or rather a fool.
For you,
I hope everything is going great,
In spite of you not caring.
One day,
I hope you'll understand
But for now,
I sit here alone,
Without you.
Dear geordan,
ReplyDeleteI liked your poem because I could tell what you were explaining. It was very descriptive.
Dear derek,
ReplyDeleteI like your poem because it describes a day that you have. It is also all propositions.
"Them"
ReplyDeleteThey said I couldn't do it.
They said I suck...
They said I couldn't make it,
They said I'm not good enough.
They said I'd never be a high school football player.
They said I'd never handle the sport.
They said I'd never start, they said I never score.
They said I would be everyones little female dog.
"they" said I would never be great.
What I come to ask is why, when they have never done crap themselves.
So after years of the gossip, and after years of the work.
Every Saturday night,
When I hit that spot light.
"THEY" are silent...
P.s sorry ms. But here lays my poem. And I added the picture. So I reposted it.
Picture: http://cache2.artprintimages.com/p/LRG/27/2748/AWGTD00Z/art-print/low-angle-view-of-an-american-football-player-pointing-up.jpg
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ReplyDeleteDear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDelete-For You, Il Mio Amore-
From this point on,
Until the day my heart finally beats its last beat.
On account of this feeling, I will always be by your side,
To protect you from harm,
To make you smile when you're sad,
To nurse you back to health when you're sick,
To fill your life with joy for all eternity.
From the thing that makes me live for only you,
Against all odds, I'll do it all for you
Because of this feeling I feel only for you.
Underneath this cherry blossom tree, I'll tell you what I have to say.
For you, I'll say these words,
"Ti amo, il mio amore."
Notes: If you don't know the words that I used, il mio amore is "my love" in Italian and ti amo is also italian for "I love you."
Sincerely,
Jessica "Sora" Pasadava
Period 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteDancing:
Throughout the steps you take
After every motion, you feel so free.
Upon the flow of your movements, your mind is set.
Concerning what step to take, you're afraid of failure.
Behind that head of yours, you think harder and remember.
Inside, the energy flows.
During the music, you try to keep in sync.
Until the end, the sweats from your pores
gladly shows the creativity you've worked so hard on.
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Sincerely, JR Quilos
Period 2
Dear Jennilyn Das,
ReplyDeleteYour poem was just absolutely touching and meaningful. I could feel the same emotions you had when you wrote it. I could tell that she was your best friend and it's hard to lose something/someone you love so much. I never knew her but I feel like when I read your poem, I just met her.
R.I.P. Nahele.
Sincerely, JR Quilos
Period 2
Dear Spencer Turner,
ReplyDeleteYou're poem was really strong. The prepositions were perfect in your poem. It was very long and I could tell you worked your hardest trying to think of it. "Among the shadows in the dark, lies a palace of wealth and prosperity." That first line was my favorite.
Sincerely, JR Quilos
Period 2
Dear Jennilyn Das,
ReplyDeletei felt every single word in your poem. i am sorry for your loss and it seemed like you guys were the closest and i hope you are okay. R.I.P Nahele YOU ARE HOME!
Sincerely, Lina Fifita
Period 2
Rewrite:
ReplyDelete-Taste of Sweetness-
Candy of course is quite dandy,
with Kit-Kats and Twix oh what a mix,
until the Chocolate bars and Hershey's kisses has her missing,
on Skittles and Starburst flavors that she now misses,
concerning with fruits, fruits, what about fruits?
with Apples, Oranges, Kiwi, or Grapefruit,
out of the big, small, large, and round,
against some that likes to roll around,
about now is when i say goodbye,
but not for long,
but till the next hi :)
sincerely, cortney higa pd.4
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ReplyDeletehttp://blogs.monashores.net/johnsonk/files/2009/11/HersheyKiss.jpg
Your icy kingdom
ReplyDeleteIn a icy kingdom you live.
Beyond your frozen neighbor’s land.
Inside a cylindrical palace among your loved ones.
Until you’re palace is removed from the icy kingdom.
Off comes your palace roof and your world is tossed into chaos.
Besides your palace is a unknown destination.
Down from the sky a chariot appears.
Between the palace walls it moves to scoop you up.
Without a reason s places you in a strange new country.
Around you there’s nothing but white plains.
Across, your palace is still insight.
But you can’t escape the country boarder.
Above the chariot once again returns to the palace.
Throughout this you watch in fear as it brings more of your loved ones.
Until the country is filled up.
Though you are happy to be reunited by many, still more stay in the palace.
In front of you a creature replaces the palace roof and is put back in the icy kingdom. Leaving the country behind.
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Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteI am resending my poem that includes the link to a picture.
In my truck
to my friend's house
with our bodyboards
to the beach,
in the water
on the wave
around my friend
off the lip
over the rainbow
toward the shore,
in my truck
to No. 1
with the food,
to the beach
till the sun goes down.
Sincerely,
Derek Yamane
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The Beach
ReplyDeleteUnderneath that big blue sky.
Up above where the birds all fly.
Beneath lies the rocky reef
Within, the fishes roam free.
Over the horizon,
Past the swells.
Behind me I put all my problems.
Out with my friends.
Against the sand and
Along the shore.
Without a care in the world,
Until the ball of fire goes down.
Aside from how to get there, it's all
About the journey to come.
Dear Jeni,
ReplyDeleteWell, first of all i just have to admit. I can't call you Jeni, Kele sounds right for me:)
But i'd like to say I'm sorry for your lost with Nahele although I didn't know her personally. Your poem about her really touched me and brought me to a point where I had tears. But just remember, she's in a better place now looking upon us and one day in the future we'll see her again. Drinking and driving isn't the way to go. I was once in that scene and since there were more deaths occurring that shook me up. You're poem touched many peoples hearts, mine especially, and probably even changed mines of others. Physically she won't be there but emotionally she'll stay with you forever in your heart:)<3
Love you, Cortney Higa <3
Brothers Till the End
ReplyDeleteInto the nothing,
Beside those I call my Brothers.
From dusk to dawn we will fight with all our heart,
Beyond the limits of the human body.
On the ever changing battlefield one by one we fall.
In our final hour,
Among the few and the elite a hero is born.
Out of the ashes he rises.
With the last of his strength he saves us.
In that second he is gone.
Because of his sacrifice we live on.
By, Anthony Aiwohi
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Dear Jeni Das,
ReplyDeleteI really liked your poem because of how much you spoke from the heart and because you talk about what your friend meant to you.
Sincerely Anthony Aiwohi
Dear Dereck Yamane,
ReplyDeleteYour poem is good but you should explain a little more in some areas so that you give a better picture about your topic. But other than that i liked that you wrote about something you like doing.
Sincerely, Anthony Aiwohi
My Heart
ReplyDeleteThroughout the day, I keep thinking about you.
In the past, I've always love you.
Inside my heart is where you are.
Against all odds, I'll still fight for you.
Out of all the boys, you chose me.
From your heart, you promise me,
that you truly love me.
Without you, I'm nothing but a dead soul.
From me to you, Forever till the end.
By Aljun Pinoliar
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Dear Ms Carlson
ReplyDeleteWith eachother we will stay,
Till death do us part.
Out of his way,
to mend my broken heart.
Beside me he walks,
After me,he enters himself.
With me he talks,
In front of me he centers himself.
For in this very moment I am in love with him.
Without eachother this very day,
Because death did us part.
Into a coffin his body lay,
Among the silence of his own heart.
Towards his grave I walk,
In front of his tombstone I kneel.
By myself yet with him I will talk,
For its the only moment in time left I can steal.
From this very moment and on,
In love with him forever I will stay.
Sincerely Kalei Perry PD 2
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Dear Jeni dad,
ReplyDeleteI am moved by the influence of your poem and think its very beautiful and genuine. God bless you and nahele.
Sincerely, Kalei perry
Dear album,
ReplyDeleteI wanted to cry as I read your poem because it was so touching. You are a really good expressionist when it comes to putting your emotions into words.
Sincerely Kalei perry
I meant aljun sorry
ReplyDeleteI meant aljun sorry
ReplyDeleteDear Jaxey,
ReplyDeleteAs I read your poem, I thought it was really interesting. Though there was one mistake that kind of threw me off, but I got the drift of what the poem was saying at that line. Also, as I read you poem it kind of remind me of some story that I read a while ago. Your poem gave clear images as I read it as well. So it was really good in my opinion.
Sincerely,
Jessica "Sora" Pasadava
Period 2
Dear Kalei,
ReplyDeleteWhen I was reading your poem, it made me sad. The emotion of it was so heart felt that I felt a tug in my heart. It was just that good. The way it was written was also a key factor to why it made me sad. It was really good in my opinion as if one was to read it, they may feel a connection to the poem if they ever lost a love one.
Sincerely,
Jessica "Sora" Pasadava
This posting is from Gianne
ReplyDeleteGotta Have It!
Near the living room is the kitchen.
In the kitchen there is an oven.
By the oven, there is a fridge.
Around the fridge, a counter surrounds.
On the counter sits a cookie jar full of mouth-watering cookies.
Before anyone sees, Gianne steals a cookie. Maybe two. Or three...
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Dear Kuuipo,
I love how your poem is so relaxing to read! It's definitely something that I'll have to keep around whenever I'm stressed out or whenever I want to go to the beach but can't!
Sincerely,
Gianne
Dear JR,
Your poem says it all for me when I dance. I have the exact same thoughts whenever I'm dancing in front of people whether it's just a rehearsal or a performance. But in the end, there's something about the adrenaline that kicks in at the right time, and it helps me to do the right moves without fail. :)
Sincerely,
Gianne
This Post is From Lawson
ReplyDeleteNext Right
Throughout the beginning of time.
Against all odds.
Past and present.
Above all, mankind survived.
Until now, i have givin it a little thought.
At what time, will i contribute?
Except for my daily existence.
Until right now, it didn't matter.
Into the future.
Before it ends.
Toward my future I will begin.
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This post is from Aaron
ReplyDeleteDear Derek
I really like your poem because i can relate to it. Also because reading this poem reminds me of all the crazy things that i have done in my life and those memories that last a lifetime.
Sincerely, Aaron Salvador (pd4)
Dear Reese
Your poem was very interesting because when i read your poem it sounded like a rap and i liked that. I also liked that you used the same preposition over and over again to begin a new line. Also becasuse i can hear people saying this and i can see you beat the odds and show all those people up.
Sincerely, Aaron Salvado
r(pd.4)
This post is from Aaron
ReplyDeleteDear Ms. Carlson
SHHH!!!:
At my house
In my room
Under my covers, I open it up, I get inside, I try to hide
Before i get caught
Going on my Facebook. ;)
Sincerely, Aaron Salvador (pd.4)
This post is from Alexa
ReplyDeleteFrom Childhood friends to BF&GF
Before we dated we were close childhood friends.
Because of this we grew closer,
Instead of drifting apart.
Since elementary days we kept contact,
Over time we talked more and we became better friends.
Before we knew it we would text all day and talk all night.
Along with that a relationship started to build.
Without much effort we began dating.
From the start I knew my feelings for you were true.
Aside from that I never been happier!
Against what I was told I saw u every weekend.
Instead of being lonely you helped to complete me.
But eventually our love gave off and you gave up.
After all our happy times you let others control you.
Instead of listening to your heart you listen to your 'boys'.
But I didn’t let you hold me back, I moved on stronger then ever, and I’m gonna show you what you lost.
In spite of what happened I’m still smiling.
Above all I say to myself.... we may not be together right now.... its just were not meant right now.... we may get back later... but for now I move on....
After three months of not being together,
Above all odds he came back to me.
Thought those three months he realized what he lost.
Besides being sad and lost he said he was incomplete.
Before we knew it we were back together.
Through all the sad and hard times,
Between us nothing went wrong.
Behind us was our breakup,
But ahead be our future.
By means of LOVE we have become one.
Because you came back lets forget the past.
As of today I will love you forever.
Until our time is done you will be my number one.
Here is my pic thingy: [IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/w8un47.jpg[/IMG]
Back To School
ReplyDeleteTo the car
Off to school
Throughout the day
Upon the desk
With a little drool
After the ring
Out the door
To the car
Over to home
Into bed
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Dear Alexa,
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem and very touching! Good use of punctuation.
Dear Reese,
Great poem! It was very interesting. I'm glad you can prove "them" wrong. The repetitive use of "they" really caught my attention.
Sincerely,
TJ West Pd. 5
This post is from Kara Higa
ReplyDeleteWinning Point
Under the blazing sun,
Below the thin clouds,
Across from you the ball is served.
Over the net it flies.
Next to you the ball lands and you hit it back.
Between your opponents on the court it lands.
Towards your partner it returns and they hit it back with ferocity.
Past your opponent the ball lands on the line.
With your partner you cheer,
Around you other people are cheering too.
Along the net we meet our opponent and thank them for playing.
Despite the heat and the hard work, the game had been fun to play.
Soccer
ReplyDeleteAt midfield
receiving the ball
dribbling through opponents
juking from left to right
through another opponents legs
picking up speed
racing to the net
kicking the ball through the net
gooooooaaaaaaaaallllllll!!!!!!!!!!
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Dear tj,
ReplyDeleteI really like your poem. It tells me that you obviously don't like school and can't wait till the day is over so you could go to sleep.
Sincerely, Edsel
Dear Reese,
ReplyDeleteYour poem really caught my eye. It sounded like the commercial of Tim Tebow or Manny Pacqiuao. I can picture you saying that in one of those commercials for football.
Sinceely,
Edsel
Just Being Lazy
ReplyDeleteon the couch sitting down,
during the day, I am
inside of my house just being lazy
despite being behind on chores I am
on the computer
in addition to watching TV
as I am wasting day just being lazy
down on my luck, but its in the
past,it doesn't matter, but
as some may see this type of day as a waste,
after a rough day there's no better way to get
over it than to spend the next day just being lazy
Dear TJ,
ReplyDeleteI like your poem because That is what I would do tomorrow if it wasn't for football
Sincerely,
Kawika Wellington
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ReplyDeleteMotocross
ReplyDeleteAt the gates the bikes roar.
Over the gates the bikes roost.
through the woops the bikes Blitz.
As the bikes approch the burm the bikes broad.
pass the green flag means six laps to go.
on the stands I see my father as he prays his son will be safe.
At five laps i pick up the pace.
Pass the checkered flag i win the race.
my first,first place.
Dear Aljun,
ReplyDeleteI liked your poem, it was very touching and I also liked the words you used.
Dear Anthony,
ReplyDeleteYour poem is very good. The poem really sounds like you.
Sincerely,
Kawika Wellington
Dear Kawika
ReplyDeleteI liked your poem, it describes what layz is . It kinda sounds like me when im at home.
Dear Miah,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your poem because i could easily relate to. I love the feeling when youre racing on a motorbike, the adrenaline is so powerful!
sincerely,
Penny Keough pd 5
Dear Kawika,
ReplyDeleteYour poem was quite hilarious! I'm just like that, infact, stead of getting out and exploring what the day had to offer, i just sat at home all day being lazy!
Sincerely,
Penny Keough period 5
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ReplyDeletethe picture for my poem!
penny keough period5
This post if from Penny.
ReplyDeleteBefore you all I stand. I stand wishing to be
on top. On top of it all.
On top of the world. I want to be
Above the clouds, as free as a bird that chirps so melodically in the morning.
Against the wind, taking on any challenge that knocks at my door.
Across the Pacific Ocean, traveling. Gaping at the natural beauties I never knew existed.
To follow shouldn’t ever be an option.
To lead is the question,
But yet, also the answer.
In someones heart, I wish to touch
in any way possible. Simply to be
Beside them,
with their hand for me to hold. A hug when they need it the most. Perhaps,
on the Opposite end of a telephone call giving advice
to a broken hearted girl. Even a greeting
Of just a simple “good morning” that brightens up their day. So
With me are memories to cherish for a lifetime. And
Behind me, people I’ve inspired in ways never forgotten.
From a tiny rock of Kauai to the Eiffel Tower of Paris, I WILL leave my mark.
Since time doesn’t wait on anyone. I will forget about my
Past, focus on my present, influence my future, and make a difference.
(Please note that some of the formatting was lost when I cut/pasted this poem)
This post is from Lilia
ReplyDeleteunderneath clouds, white as snow.
in a sea of oxygen,
beside a flock of birds,
against the trade winds,
among me, kites are dancing.
like fish in open ocean.
without direction.
till the sun falls.
Lilia's picture:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.sciencephoto.com/image/83369/530wm/C0018982-Water_birds_chasing_a_red_kite-SPL.jpg