Poetry Project By: Morgan Bonner
Red, Red Rose O, my Love's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Love's like a melodies That's sweetly played in tune. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
BUBBLES Bubbles Some bubbles rise up to the sky Some bubbles don’t I don’t know why Easily popped by just one touch Easily missed by way to much
SWIMMERS’ STROKES silently slipstreaming, Simon’s swim huffing heavily Harry hurries him Pete plods, pants, pushes, paddles past Luke languidly lashes, lumbering last Alliteration Silently slipstreaming, Simon’s swim
SNOW Snow speaks to the people its falling above in the glooming sunlight. Its white sparkling voice echoes as it falls through the air. Personification Snow speaks to people.
Where the Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Hyperbole To cool in the peppermint wind
Repetition I can say so much How I feel, what I do But my feeling aren’t the same When I am without you I see all my friends Up and Go, happy, restless I try paint a picture of love And it seems impossible to Sketch this Repetition About how he feels
Work Cited Red, red rose By Robert Burnswww.poemhunter.com Bubbles By: Paula J. Harrisonwww.VoicesNet.com Swimmer’s Stokes By: Lee Emmettwww.VoicesNet.com Snow By: Jakewww.Thinckquest.org Where the Sidewalk Ends By: Shel Silversteinwww.Blogspot.com Repetition By: Jared Bradfordwww.poemhunter.com