I Am Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5

Bio-Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7

Re-Creation Poem. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9

Lorca Imitation Poem. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11

Definition Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

Limerick Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15

Ode Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17

Found Poem (Time Traveler’s Wife) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19

Choral Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21

Rupi Kaur . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23

Poetry responses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24

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I worry that they’ll never get back together

I cry every March 25th

I am an advocate for four boys

I understand why Zayn left; the same as Timberlake

I say Louis is small like a mouse

I dream about the day I meet them

I try to find money for Niall’s concert

I hope Liam releases an album

I am a Directioner

I am in love with One Direction

I wonder if I will ever meet Niall Horan

I hear the roar in the stadium when the lights go down

I see Harry Styles fall on stage like a clown

I want the band to get back together

I am One Direction fan

I pretend I’m going to marry Niall Horan

I feel excited when I hear a new song

I See Different Directions

Brittany

Sarcastic, smart, short, bossy

Sister of Brandi

Lover of glitter, One Direction, and Kyle

Who feels estatic on three day weekends, irritated playing softball, and loved by people

Who needs acaí bowls, books, and to meet Niall Horan

Who gives gum, chapstick, and good advice to people

Who fears spiders, sharks, and clowns

Who would like to see Ireland, London, and France

Resident of sunny San Diego

Munday

Down to My Core

A normal gray December;

There's snow night and day

My breathe gets trapped like fog hanging in the air

Snow hisses down from the cold sky;

My hair is stained white

Frost is cracking my lips

Rouge faces are illuminated against the white background ;

Lights are burning bright like a fire

Newly planted trees are decaying from ice

and the day always feels like night;

This is a normal gray December

Gray December

Some words are from Gary Soto’s poem “Oranges”

At three in the morning

Red aluminum boxes

At three in the morning

pulling in from every direction

At three in the morning

Machines wheezing for the lost breath

At three in the morning

Surrounded by bodies filled with tears

At three in the morning

Three weeks after that heartbreaking three in the morning

His heart was bursting with life everyday at three in the morning

At three in the morning

I was awoken from my slumber

All pertaining to that dreaded three in the morning

Pools dripping above my face

At three in the morning

Red lights in the windows shining like suns

At three in the morning

Death rung through the air

At three in the morning

Air colder than ice grabbed my cheeks

At three in the morning

Headlights glared at the dark city

The Heart that Healed

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

Love: [luhv], noun and verb, plural loves., deep; connection;

passion; best friend, boyfriend, sibling, teacher, family, pets, things;

My newly painted nails; a back massage after a long day;  

Hugs and roses, cuddles and kisses, and laughter and joy;

Finding extra fries in my Del Taco bag; Ice cream dates;

Opening the door to a boy standing in front of me with flowers;

Teachers who let me eat in class; Ice cold water on a hot day;

The perfect messy bun; Laughing with my friends;

Caramel, coffee, and Cold Stone; seriously funny people;

Love isn’t always what the definition says it is.

Love

"Drip, drip, drip" there goes the rain

Dripping quickly down the drain

If it's left frozen at night,

In the morning it might

Melt and leave a gigantic stain

Water

My loving boyfriend-

Sweet like honey;

Down to Earth;

My day one since 10 years old

My best friend and number one supporter;

Selfless towards others, not only me,

Pays attention to the small details

He knows me down to my core

He does little things to make me happy

Kyle William Nipper-Sebastian,

My loving boyfriend

Ode to Kyle

I dream of the sun escaping the night,

staining the horizon orange;

Roses shimmering under the new dawn

The morning dew like glass lingering to the grass

Vines dangling freely

Doves singing in the garden;

Light leaks through the windows

Golden shadows are created by

crows flying against the blue sky;

A vibrant and beautiful dream

of a perfect day

Natural Beauty

My name is Mr. Ninja

I am a Chinchilla

I am small

I am soft

I am cuddly

I am a Chinchilla

My ears are big like the sky

I am covered with black and white,

and I blend in

with the night

I am a Chinchilla

I can be wild or free

or I can be caged for show

I am sweet or fiesty

so don't try your luck

My name is Mr. Ninja

I am a Chinchilla

Mr. Ninja