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Pocket Poem
A poem in my pocket
is trying to get out -
pushing against my seam,
it wants to shout:
"I'm here,
hear me rhyme,
free me from
this linty grime!"
I take out my poem
and share it with you.
Check your pocket,
maybe you have one too?
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!!!
is trying to get out -
pushing against my seam,
it wants to shout:
"I'm here,
hear me rhyme,
free me from
this linty grime!"
I take out my poem
and share it with you.
Check your pocket,
maybe you have one too?
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!!!
Chocolate Bunny Obsession
My bunny doesn't hop,
his ears don't flop.
My nibbling I can't stop
until my tummy pops.
'Hoppy' Easter!
his ears don't flop.
My nibbling I can't stop
until my tummy pops.
'Hoppy' Easter!
The Hours Tick By
Quiet my thinking,
then I breathe in deep.
It's the only way
to get me some sleep.
then I breathe in deep.
It's the only way
to get me some sleep.
Poetry Playground Haiku 3
The following poem was create by the Poetry Playground students at Sunrise Drive School:
Under the cactus
the lizard scurried through the sand
during the cool night.
Under the cactus
the lizard scurried through the sand
during the cool night.
Mom's a Mover and a Shaker
Mom's a grump
when her rump is plump.
Now Mom jumps,
her muscles pump.
Exercise has trumped
Mom's plump rump!
Worry Wart
Mom's a major worrier,
she's a little too afraid.
She's constantly ready
with a million Band-aids.
I don't take risks -
well, not too many.
I didn't gulp a quarter,
it was only a penny.
When I broke my ankle,
it wasn't my fault.
I just used a curtain rod
to practice pole vault.
Mom's over-protectiveness
is beyond reason.
She's making me contemplate
committing family treason.
Now when I leave home,
I look like a fruit!
Mom's making me wear
a bubble-wrap suit.
she's a little too afraid.
She's constantly ready
with a million Band-aids.
I don't take risks -
well, not too many.
I didn't gulp a quarter,
it was only a penny.
When I broke my ankle,
it wasn't my fault.
I just used a curtain rod
to practice pole vault.
Mom's over-protectiveness
is beyond reason.
She's making me contemplate
committing family treason.
Now when I leave home,
I look like a fruit!
Mom's making me wear
a bubble-wrap suit.
Poetry Playground Haiku 2
The following poem was created by the Poetry Playground students at Manzanita School:
Woodchips under the slide.
The ants scuttle through the sand
in afternoon heat.
Woodchips under the slide.
The ants scuttle through the sand
in afternoon heat.
Poetry Playground Haiku 1
The following poem was created by the Poetry Playground students at Ventana Vista School:
On the rock garden
red ants are carrying food.
Sunny afternoon.
On the rock garden
red ants are carrying food.
Sunny afternoon.
In Opposition
I say up,
you say down.
You say smile,
I say frown.
You say big,
I say small.
I say short,
you say tall.
You and I
don't always agree,
but best friends
we will always be.
Happy Gotcha Day, Colleen
Today's the day
we got you.
Picked you up
on your day two.
Wailing, crying,
cute as a could be.
Overnight we became
a family of three.
we got you.
Picked you up
on your day two.
Wailing, crying,
cute as a could be.
Overnight we became
a family of three.
Allergy Season
This time of year
I can't go near
the Palo Verde trees.
Bright yellow blossoms
don't attract possums,
instead swarms of bees.
Those blasted tree blooms
make my allergies boom -
all I can do is cough.
I try hard not to sneeze,
or drip when I wheeze.
I'm ready for the blooms to fall off.
I can't go near
the Palo Verde trees.
Bright yellow blossoms
don't attract possums,
instead swarms of bees.
Those blasted tree blooms
make my allergies boom -
all I can do is cough.
I try hard not to sneeze,
or drip when I wheeze.
I'm ready for the blooms to fall off.
April Fools!
Brother put a cockroach
On my dinner plate.
I got so scared
I couldn't see straight.
Then he gave me
An exploding pen.
With blue fingers
I practiced Zen.
Next I got soaked
From his squirting flower.
Instead of drying off,
I took a shower.
My brother makes me feel
Like such a fool -
*sniff* I cry.
*slurp* I drool.
Then I remember
Today's April 1st -
April Fool's Day,
For better or worse.
On my dinner plate.
I got so scared
I couldn't see straight.
Then he gave me
An exploding pen.
With blue fingers
I practiced Zen.
Next I got soaked
From his squirting flower.
Instead of drying off,
I took a shower.
My brother makes me feel
Like such a fool -
*sniff* I cry.
*slurp* I drool.
Then I remember
Today's April 1st -
April Fool's Day,
For better or worse.