Poems On The View Of The World

Hello and welcome to my worldview. If you don't know, worldview is how you perceive the world, how you see everything. It is shaped from your experiences, you family, friends and much more. All of the poems in this book have something to do with worldview.
Below is a video explaining my worldview.

Table of Contents

4............................ My Animal Self
6....................................... My Dog
8....................... The Game Winner
10..................................... My Yard
12........... Life Through the Lenses
14.................................. The Move
16.............................. The Captain
18......................................... The 5
20........... The Coffee Shop Visitor

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Table of Contents

4............................ My Animal Self
6....................................... My Dog
8....................... The Game Winner
10..................................... My Yard
12........... Life Through the Lenses
14.................................. The Move
16.............................. The Captain
18......................................... The 5
20........... The Coffee Shop Visitor

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*While reading this poem, know that this was a self portrait poem. We were supposed to paint a picture of ourselves, and at the end, the reader would know something about our worldview.

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My Animal Self

I am like a wolf
Often alone
I am like a puppy
I excite easily
I am like a sheep
I have a pack but stray from it
I am like a butterfly
I develop every day
I am like a cheetah
Moving fast
I am like a sloth
I also take things slow
I am like a donkey
People burden me with weights
I am like a pig
I don't always keep my space clean
I am like a platypus
Unique in my own way
I am like a dolphin
I love to learn new things
I am like a bunny
When I have lots of energy, I play
I am like an old dog
I like to lie with my family
I am like a squirrel
Sometimes mischievous
I am what I am
Because of my worldview

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*While reading this poem, know that this was a self portrait poem. We were supposed to paint a picture of ourselves, and at the end, the reader would know something about our worldview.

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My Dog

Once when I was young
We got ourselves a dog
She ran and played and barked
Never sat like a log
And although she was a bit nippy
And ate my new doll
We loved her with all our hearts
But that wasn't all
Everyone in the neighbourhood met her
She made lots of new friends
She stayed near, and it was always clear
She'd stay with us till the ends
Her name is Roxy
She's a beautiful dog
I have gone through everything with her
And now she's a bit more like a log
Dogs change your life
They really do
If you don't believe me, pushaw
You'd see if you had one too

My Dog

Once when I was young
We got ourselves a dog
She ran and played and barked
Never sat like a log
And although she was a bit nippy
And ate my new doll
We loved her with all our hearts
But that wasn't all
Everyone in the neighbourhood met her
She made lots of new friends
She stayed near, and it was always clear
She'd stay with us till the ends
Her name is Roxy
She's a beautiful dog
I have gone through everything with her
And now she's a bit more like a log
Dogs change your life
They really do
If you don't believe me, pushaw
You'd see if you had one too

*Know that for this poem, we had to write about an experience. The experience I chose was having a dog.

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The Game Winner

Thump
Thump thump thump
Squeak
Whoosh whoosh
Slap
Thump thump
Slap slap
Swish
Clap clap shout clap clap shout
Buzz

*This sound poem is describing a play in basketball. The player runs up the court, fakes left, then right, passes the ball to another player whom makes a layup. Then the buzzer goes, signifying the end of the game, and everyone cheers.

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My Yard

As I step outside
Onto the growing green grass
My senses tingle with all the things that have helped shape my worldview
I taste the bittersweet tea we have everyday at 4
I see my brothers beat up hockey net
And my bruised basketball
I feel the warm rain on my skin
Vancouver rain
I smell the aromatic trees in the forest
Not a block away
I hear my families continuos banter
About who knows what
And I think to myself
I have a wonderful life

*This poem uses the five senses to describe a scene that has shaped my worldview