Tuesday, 20 January 2015

The Life Of A Cupcake (Rhyme poem)

The Life Of A Cupcake


They put me in the oven to bake.
Me a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat I started to bubble.
Watching the others I knew I was in trouble

They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife.
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside.
This was the day this cupcake had died.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-life-of-a-cupcake#ixzz3PGpGVyAy

When The Lights Go Out




When The Lights Go Out


The door went creak
In the still of the night
The floor went bump
Oh what a fright
All of a sudden, we heard a chime
The grandfather clock was keeping good time
We turned down a hallway and heard a loud crash
It seems that someone had dropped all the trash
So many sounds when the lights go out
It’s enough to make you scream and shout!

Monday, 19 January 2015

"ladies first" (rhyming)

“Ladies First”  by Shel Silverstein
Pamela Purse yelled, “Ladies first,”
Pushing in front of the ice cream line.
Pamela Purse yelled, “Ladies first,”
Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime.
Climbing on the morning bus
She’d shove right by all of us
And there’d be a tiff or a fight or a fuss
When Pamela Purse yelled, “Ladies first.”
Pamela Purse screamed, “Ladies first,”
When we went off on our jungle trip.
Pamela Purse said her thirst was worse
And guzzled our water, every sip.
And when we got grabbed by that wild savage band,
Who tied us together and made us all stand
In a long line in front of the King of the land-
A cannibal known as Fry-‘Em-Up Dan,
Who sat on his throne in a bib so grand
With a lick of his lips and a fork in his hand,
As he tried to decide who’d be first in the pan-
From back of the line, in that shrill voice of hers,
Pamela Purse yelled, “Ladies first.”

Poem (rhythm), Christopher Chia

Do Your Homework Now 

by Tyler
I've told you once, mom's told you twice
forgetting homework just isn't nice.
Homework is like getting dressed
got to do it to be your best.
You say it isn't fair,
but people do it everywhere.
Do it now, get it done.
I know, I know it isn't fun.
Homework is like cleaning your room,
except you don't have to use a broom.
Do it now, we'll give you a treat,
something tasty good to eat.
We're like parrots repeating stuff,
like our brains have turned to fluff.
JUST DO YOUR HOMEWORK NOW!  
Reference:  www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-your-homework-now


Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-your-homework-now#ixzz3PFl0tfzk
Family Friend Poems 
Poem, Rhyme, Zhi Qiang

Rhyming Poems
By Denzel

The day was windy, sunny and light,
All of a sudden away flew my kite.
Oh no, my dad was right,
I do not know how to fly a kite.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Poem,(Rhyme), Eugene Long

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

The Web (rhymes),(onomatopeia)(hyperbole)(symbolism)(alliteration)

   The Web by Dhruv Sharma



 A web was spun
it had begun a few years ago,
spun by the spider I
thought I had known
Alas it wasn't true.
Deep in the web was 
I the small fly
Hoping,wish wondering how painfully I'll die.
The goliath spider,
drank all my bodily fluids,
sigh the friend thought I knew
was not the friend I remembered for what was I now but his stew!



When the lights go out 
The door went creak
In the still of the night
The floor went bump
Oh what a fright
All of a sudden, we heard a chime
The grandfather clock was keeping good time
We turned down a hallway and heard a loud crash
It seems that someone had dropped all the trash
So many sounds when the lights go out
It’s enough to make you scream and shout!


Appetite

In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.



Directive(Robert Frost)

    First there's the children's house of make-believe,
    Some shattered dishes underneath a pine,
    The playthings in the playhouse of the children.
    Weep for what little things could make them glad.


    Rabbits

    Rabbits running so very fast
    In the field of green, green grass.
    Sniffing for scents of snack time treats,
    Hippity Hopping on their happy bunny feet.
    When carrots and other foods are found
    The rabbits prance and pounce. 

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    Poetry Writing Competition

    Newspaper Blackout Poetry!

    Words Go Round wants your students to be creative with newspapers! This year’s contest, inspired by poet and cartoonist Austin Kleon, challenges students to black out a poem.

    $300 Kinokuniya book vouchers are up for grabs for each Top Prize winner! And just as awesome, you can be a literary star as all winning entries will be published in the newspapers! Teachers, you stand to win a Livescribe pen and Moleskine notebook for roping in the most number of participating students.

    What are you waiting for? Newspaper Blackout Poetry opens for submission on 1 January 2015, so get those markers out and start composing!

    Entries in English, Chinese, Malay and Tamil are accepted.

    Tell your friends

     
    HERE'S WHAT TO DO

    WITH MARKER


    Step 1: Choose a newspaper article that is no bigger than A4 in size (in either landscape or portrait orientation).
    Step 2: Scan or take a digital picture of the article (be sure it’s readable).
    Step 3: Use a marker to black out the words that are unwanted, leaving the unmarked words behind to form a poem. Distortion of the original newspaper text is not allowed.
    Step 4: Scan or take a digital picture of the poem (be sure it’s readable).
    Step 5: Upload the original article followed by the poem.
    Helpful tip: Use a pencil to circle all of the words for the poem before blacking out the rest of the words in the article.

    WITHOUT MARKER


    This version will require you to use an image editing programme.
    Step 1: Choose a newspaper article that is no bigger than A4 in size (in either landscape or portrait orientation).
    Step 2: Scan or take a digital picture of the article (be sure it’s readable). Save the file on your desktop.
    Step 3: Open the file with an image-editing programme like Paint or Photoshop.
    Step 4: Black out the words in the newspaper text to form a poem. Distortion of the original newspaper text is not allowed.
    Step 5: Upload the original article, followed by the poem.
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    ELIGIBILITY

    Each student can only submit 1 entry. If more than 1 entry is submitted, the first entry submitted will be the only one eligible.
    This contest is open to all students in Singapore, from 7 to 19 years old, of any nationality, who are studying full-time in a Singapore-based school.
    The three age categories are:
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    2. Youth: 12 to 15 years old
    3. Senior: 16 to 19 years old

    Entries in all four official languages – English, Chinese, Malay and Tamil – will be accepted.

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    After submissions close on 5 February 2015, a panel of judges will score the entries and select the 3 top entries per category per language. These 3 entries will then be uploaded online for public voting which will start on 11 February and close on 27 February.
    The popular vote will count for 50% of the final score. Our judges’ scores will count for the other 50%.
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    Poem(Hyperbole) Deshane

    Thanksgiving

    A mountain of baby carrots,
    a turkey the size of a cow.
    A river full of gravy
    a dog that says meow
    Every pie known to man
    and gallons full of ice cream.
    By the time my dinner is over

    I surely won’t be lean.

    Poem (Onomatopoeia,Alliteration,Hyperbole,Personification,Symbolism,Simile,Metaphor) Ang Xuan Yi

    Mum and Dad are Home(onomatopoeia)
    Slam! Slam!
    Go the car doors.  
    Jangle! Jangle!
    Go the house keys.
    Jiggle! Jiggle!
    Go the keys in the door.
    Squeak!
    Goes the front door! 
    Thump! Thump!
    That is me running down the stairs.
    Guess what?
    Mom and Dad are home!!


    A laughing lie(Alliteration)
    Everyday I walk and smile, Every day I try to laugh, Building a wall of lies for people not to see, The pain I really feel is so real. Trying to pretend everything's ok, Trying to live on, like nothing's wrong, A nervous laugh, a smile, it's not me. I want to curl up and cry for days, Let the pain go, feel again. Something more than a laugh. Being told to move on, What a joke,you don't know what is like, To carry this pain, bear these memories And living a smiling lie. When your wrists carries the scars, Your head carries the memories, Your heart feels broken, But that's that,keep going like nothing's wrong. 


    Superstition(Hyperbole)
    I saw the man run. 
    He was chased by a black cat. 
    Superstitious fool!

    Trees of Maytime(Personification)
    Emerald frocked trees 
    strut down 
    May's fashion runway.. Inspired O!(Symbolism)
    Child of nature 
    Look up to the frozen sky 
    For inspiration


    Government(Simile) 
    The government is like a laundromat with this difference: 
    the people who work there are paid 
    to keep their laundry dirty.


    Patience(Metaphor)
    Hears birds retort 
    wind whispers riddles untold 
    patience hears





    Poems using different poetic devices, Yupar

    Poems ( Rhyme)
    The Life Of A Cupcake

    They put me in the oven to bake.
    Me a deprived and miserable cake.
    Feeling the heat I started to bubble.
    Watching the others I knew I was in trouble...


    Poems ( Alliteration )

    Three Grey Geese By Mother Goose

    Three grey geese in a green field grazing, Grey were the geese and green was the grazing.
    Poems ( Onomatopeia )
    When The Lights Go Out
    The door went creak
    In the still of the night
    The floor went bump
    Oh what a fright
    All of a sudden, we heard a chime
    The grandfather clock was keeping good time
    We turned down a hallway and heard a loud crash
    It seems that someone had dropped all the trash
    So many sounds when the lights go out
    It’s enough to make you scream and shout!
    Poems ( Simile )
    Treasure by Marissa Faries
    Our bond shall always be a treasure,
    As its worth has always been beyond measure.
    Like how words are hard to find,
    Times we have shared are buried in your mind.
    I swear though, I will always remember,
    All the things we have done together.
    Though we said farewell as we buried those rarities,
    Only time will tell when it will be
    When we reunite like the explorers by the sea.
    Then, and only then, will we see with clarity,
    What true treasure between us
    Truly means to me.
    Poems ( Metaphor )
    A Broken Family Tree
    I am one of many
    Small branches of a broken tree
    Always looking to the ones above
    For guidance, strength and security....
    Poems ( Hyperbole )

    The Last Shot


    The crowd was as tense as a mouse meeting fear;
    Their backs are straighter than rulers.
    Time is like the speed of light.
    Everybody’s eyes are as large as saucers.
    I am always given the last shot;
    My aim is as certain as the rising sun.

    Poems ( Personification )

    Take a Poem to Lunch by Denise Rodgers

    I'd love to take a poem to lunch
    or treat it to a wholesome brunch
    of fresh cut fruit and apple crunch.
    I'd spread it neatly on the cloth
    beside a bowl of chicken broth
    and watch a mug of root beer froth.

    I'd feel the words collect the mood,
    the taste and feel of tempting food
    popped in the mouth and slowly chewed,
    and get the smell of fresh baked bread
    that sniffs inside and fills our head
    with thoughts that no word ever said.

    And as the words rest on the page
    beside the cumin, salt and sage,
    and every slowly starts to age,
    like soup that simmers as it's stirred,
    ingredients get mixed and blurred
    and blends in taste with every word
    until the poet gets it right,
    the taste and smell
    and sound and sight,
    the words that make it fit.
    Just write.
    Poems ( Symbolism )
    Freedom
    This place, inside, where all my feelings keep. That lies somewhere between my heart and soul. Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek, Protection from those, who would see them stole. So many times have you this bastion breeched, With scant regard for all the dangers posed. That my hopes and dreams should not be reached, By eyes that only wish my heart exposed. These inmates with their liberty restrained. That strive against their shackles and their chains. Am I their jailor too cautious to be blamed, To free them no matter what their claims. And if freeing them should reveal my heart, I might be also freed.. my life to start.

    Poems (Imagery)

    Summer Night By Alfred Tennyson

    Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
    Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
    Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
    The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
    Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
    And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
    Now lies the Earth all Danaƫ to the stars,
    And all thy heart lies open unto me.
    Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
    A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
    Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,And slips into the bosom of the lake
    So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
    Into my bosom and be lost in me.
    Poems ( Free verse) 

    Fog by Carl Sandburg

    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.

    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.


    Poem (Imagery), Chong Wei Jun

    Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
    Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
    Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
    The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
    Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
    And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
    Now lies the Earth all Danaƫ to the stars,
    And all thy heart lies open unto me.
    Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
    A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
    Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,And slips into the bosom of the lake
    So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
    Into my bosom and be lost in me.

    Poem (Simile) Isabella

    Flint

    An emerald is as green as grass
    A ruby red as blood.
    A sapphire shines as blue as heaven
    A flint lies in the mud.

    A diamond is a brilliant stone
    To catch the world's desire.
    An opal holds a firey spark
    But a flint holds the fire.

    The Door

    "GRRR....."the sound was so clear.
    I wondered what could it be.
    Was it tiger?
    Was it a lion?
    I wondered what it could be.
    "GRRR...."came the sound again.
    I froze.
    I wondered what could it be?
    I muttered a silent prayer and walked forward...
    The room was dark. Not a single sound could be heard.
    I wished I never came here.
    My hands were clammy, my face was beaded with sweat.
    With silent steps I walked up the stairs.
    And I came to a door I never had seen before.
    "CREEEK"I opened the door I had never seen before.
    I stopped dead in my tracks. My mouth hung open.
    There was gems, gold. diamonds any man would wish.
    There was only one question left.
    What was to be done with it? I knew.
    I took to my feet and dint look back.
    I had to tell them



    Poem (Imagery)

    I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose (Emily Dickinson)

    I'll tell you how the sun rose,
    A ribbon at a time.
    The steeples swam in amethyst,
    The news like squirrels ran.
    The hills untied their bonnets,
    The bobolinks begun.
    Then I said softly to myself,
    "That must have been the sun!" 


    But how he set, I know not.
    There seemed a purple stile
    Which little yellow boys and girls
    Were climbing all the while
    Till when they reached the other side,
    A dominie in gray
    Put gently up the evening bars,
    And led the flock away.


    (Onomatopoeia) Poems ,Yar Xin Ning

    Gathering Leaves (by Robert Frost)

    Spades take up leaves
    No better than spoons
    And bags full of leaves
    Are light as balloons.

    I make a great noise
    Of rustling all day
    Like rabbit and deer
    Running away.

    Poem (Onomatopoeia) Ryan Ng


    {Camping}

    Crack! Crack!
    The fire crackles under the stars.
    Sizzle! Sizzle!
    The water sizzles above the fire.
    Crunch! Crunch!
    The campers crunching on potato chips.
    Click! Clack! Click! Clack!
    The tent poles clicking and clacking together.
    Rustle! Rustle!
    As we prepare our sleeping bags to go to sleep.
    Chirp! Chirp!
    The crickets say, “good-night”.

    Saturday, 17 January 2015

    Poem (Rhyme)

    Finding my missing items By Russell Ong
    My mother would always say,
    "It won't grow legs and walk away!
    So you better find it,
    for you didn't buy it!"

    And so I would bend down,
    though it won't be underground,
    hoping to find my missing item,
    for, if found, would bring me great satisfaction!

    Maybe it would be under the sofa,
    maybe it would be under my bed.
    Maybe it fell under my table,
    but definitely not under the dead!

    Those are just some of the most common places,
    where I may lose my stuff.
    It may be anywhere, even in my father's blazers!
    But that, of course, is exotic enough!

    Poem (Onomatopoeia) Aye

    Mom & Dad Are Home

    Slam! Slam!
    Go the car doors.  
    Jangle! Jangle!
    Go the house keys.
    Jiggle! Jiggle!
    Go the keys in the door.
    Squeak!
    Goes the front door! 
    Thump! Thump!
    That is me running down the stairs.
    Guess what?
    Mom and Dad are home!!

    Poem (Onomatopoeia) Phyllys

    The Game

    Clap! Clap!
    Stomp! Stomp!
    Swish! Swish!
    This is the way we get through
    Our games.
    The crowd shouts,
    ”Yahoo!”
    The ball soars through the air.
    Then, bounce, bounce, bounce.
    The audience holds its breath.
    SWISH!
    The ball goes in;
    We win!

    poems Alliteration

    Peter Piper Picked a Peck of pickled Peppers.
    A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
    If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
    How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

    Poems (Alliteration)

    I need not your needles, They’re needless to me, For kneading of needles, Were needless, you see; But did my neat trousers, But need to be kneed, I then should have need of your needles indeed. 

    Poem (Alliteration) Caleb

    Betty Botter bought some butter, but, she said, the butter’s bitter; if I put it in my batter it will make my batter bitter, but a bit of better butter will make my batter better. So she bought a bit of butter better than her bitter butter, and she put it in her batter and the batter was not bitter. So ’twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.

    Friday, 16 January 2015

    Poems (Simile) Ryan Leong

    Does it dry up 
    like a raisin in the sun? 
    Or fester like a sore-- 
    And then run? 
    Does it stink like rotten meat? 
    Or crust and sugar over-- 
    like a syrupy sweet? 

    Maybe it just sags 
    like a heavy load. 

    Or does it explode?