My book of poems

My book of poems By Keaton S

Imagery Poem The world is melting away I can feel the world melting away, Just like my ice cream cone on a hot summers day, I can smell all the fossil fuels during the day, I wish I could just spray it all away, I can taste all the puffs of smoke coming from a nearby Chevrolet, From all that traffic its putting my mind in decay, I can hear all the people coughing away, Want to know why this is happening well its happening from all that foul manure spray, I can see the worlds end already underway, To help the world why not just why not start today.

Sound Poem The sound of sports The Crack of a bat The swoosh of the ball The Nack of a the glove catching the ball The Pack of a puck being shot The Slee of a puck going by The bang of the puck hitting the glass The poof of the puck hitting the net The youppi of the crowd when their favourite teams score a goal The ehhh of the of the buzzer at the end of the day The cack of the hands clapping at the end of the game

Metaphor What is a metaphor Mining for a poem pining to go home to where the rhyme and meter make some sense. Digging for a clue for what my words should do all safely bound within a picket fence.

Found Poem worldview is beliefs Out of from the night that covers me, As Black as the pit from pole to pole, I say thank you to whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the foul clutch of circumstance I have not blinked nor cried aloud. Under the metal bar of chance my head is very bloody, but unbowed. beyond this point of plaronwathandiears and yet still he is the menace of the years finds and shall he find me unafraid. It does not matter how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll is, I am the master of my own fate: I am the captain of my own soul

Artist Biography: How did I like this project: In my opinion this project was lot’s of fun. I did not like poems at all before this project but again my teachers made something boring lot’s of fun. I liked how we were able to choose what poems we were able to write in the last 3. My favourite poem was the imagery I think it was my best poem.

Experience Poem The night out I couldn’t wait for tonight I can hear the thump thump of everyone walking to the stadium I can see the thousands of people going through the front door I can hear the sizzling and popping of the pop corn cooking I can see my favourite team the Canucks warming up Finally the game has started I can basically feel the energy of the stadium I can taste all my extravagant fries and burgers in my mouth I can smell all of the amazing perfumes coming from the food I cant even see the puck its going so fast As the seconds tick down the cheeering is picking up It sounds like this Youppi Houray The home team won the game The best night ever just happened Nothing better will take that day.

Personification poem Worldview walked through The door Wearing many hobbies It does nothing I hear nothing I walk up and feel my memories And experiences While it just stares at me blankly Understanding me That’s worldview The worldview is beliefs

Haiku Biking is the best I went biking yesterday I crashed really hard I live in north van It is a beautiful place My grandma died here Skiing is great It is my favourite sport When it’s the winter

About me poem I was born to play sports To me sports are my life All the different courts If I couldn’t play sports I would die from a knife. Mountain Biking the sport that brings you outside Biking the sport that makes you fly For biking there is no downsides There is so many skills you need to apply. Hockey the sport on ice The sport that’s Canada’s life This sport will make you exercise To me this sport is my life. If you don’t play a sport you should probably start It will help you mentality Sports will make you smart To lots of people sports are they’re reality.

My simile poem The mountains around me Up mount Seymour the snow is as soft as velvet, The snow is as white as a ghost. Up cypress the snow is as gentle as a lamb, And as light as a feather. Up grouse the lineups are as boring as watching paint dry, And the ice on the hills are as clear as a crystal. At whistler the hills are as smooth as silk, There the snow is as tall as a giraffe. The mountains here in our area are good as gold, Here when you ski or board you’re as free as a bird.

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