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Unkown Island Down in the Pacific Where the skies are blue There is an unkown island A empty Island No one lives there Not a soul No indians or insects No animals Just trees Lonely they are
White Out Careful for a flame or a fire If not I explode Careful when you use me If not your finger gets white Or I spill Can you guess what I am?
My CD Player Playing Music Clasical, Jazz, Pop, Rock, Punk Making me sing, dance, and sleepy It can make me concentrate It has a special touch Not any CD player can make me Sing along, dance or sleep Only my CD player It is special to me
Stapler Stapling, Stabbing Making hole White, purple And some gold Sticking, Snapping What more?
Poetry Glog
To Be Alive By Gregory Orr To be alive not just the carcass But the spark. That's crudely put, but. . . If we are not supposed to dance, Why all this music?
Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Poets Trade Poets look at everyday objects in a fresh, new way Poets use line breaks Poets pay attention to the sound of lanuage Poets sometimes reapeat a word or a phrase Poets use comparisons Poets write about topics that matter to them
