Myr Poetry

[partly]

In English, Myria is studying poetry and they had to write a "Poetry Booklet" with different kinds of poems. I love poetry, I just not very good at it. Well, I'm okay with small things. Like haikus. I love haikus, and I can write a decent one of them. Sometimes.

Anyhow, as a proud parent, I thought I'd share her poems. I like the two Five Senses Poems and the seed haiku the best, but they are all good.


Myr Poems

Five Senses Poem

Sadness
Sadness is black
It smells like brunt cookies
It tastes like salt
It feels like a burn
It sounds like a baby crying.

Joy
Joy is yellow
It smells like dew on the grass
It tastes like birthday cake
It feels like a puppy lick
It sounds like a surprise party

Me
I Me Myself
Pictures of fun on the shelf
Loving talking kid
My life is in the mid
Book reading is what I do
I am good at math, too
My puppy, Sadie, loves to play
My birthday is in May
My mom, Becky, and Wil, my dad
Their love for me is no fad
I love to eat an ice cream cone

Cinquain

Friends
Fun talkative
Talking whispering enjoying
Love safety
Amigos

Dog
Wet nose
Wagging playing jumping
Devotion joy
Sadie

Alphabet Poem

Puppy
Playing
Unorganized
Persistent
Pre-morning bark
Yo-yo like jumping

Reader
Reads
Enthusiastic
Apple in my ey
Day and night
Elephant memories
Roaming minds

Two Word Poems
(Two words with something in common)

Diary
Person
(They both have secrets)

Dad
Pencil sharpener
(They both shave)

Haiku

Fall is red and orange
Shows the color of the world
Fall is a paint mess

A tiny seed drops
Water sun and earth make it grow
To start again then

Photoetry
(Poems from a picture)

Twinkle twinkle little comet
Of blue red and yellow so bright
I see eternity at the sight of you
Your beautiful light shrouds me in mystery

Dark then the light of the endless space
You pass so slow but so fast
Like a flying rainbow
We will see you again in 76 years Hailey
(For a picture of Hailey's comet)

Photoetry

Sleep
Warm bed
Dreaming snoring resting
Comfort security
Snooze
(For a picture of a sleeping fox cub)

Comments

[k-kinnison.livejournal.com]

I still remember the day when she was about 3 or 4 playing on an old typewriter and rhyming words together "dack, clack, back, crack.."

so cute. *sigh*