My Poems
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Page 1: SimilePage 2: Metaphor
Page 3: Found Poem
Page 4: My Haikus
Page 5: My sound poem
Page 6: Experience poem
Page 7: Personification poem
Page 8: Self-portrait poem
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Hi my name is Charlie and I am the author of this ebook. I like playing soccer, playing piano, and doing electronics. Be sure to check out my about me video and my blog. https://www.blog44.ca/charliem/My Simile
Knowledge like school
Knowledge like books
Knowledge like learning
Knowledge unlike crooks
Values as in water
Values as in shelter
Values as in food
You shouldn’t be cold, but you shouldn’t swelter
What’s the most important? I’ll let you decide
But no matter what you choose, hold your head up with pride!
Knowledge like books
Knowledge like learning
Knowledge unlike crooks
Values as in water
Values as in shelter
Values as in food
You shouldn’t be cold, but you shouldn’t swelter
What’s the most important? I’ll let you decide
But no matter what you choose, hold your head up with pride!
My Metaphor:
My metaphor:
There should be no racism
There should be no war
There should be no greed
Or people thinking more, more, more
Everyone should have shelter
Everyone should have food
Everyone needs education
And everyone we must include
There should be no racism
There should be no war
There should be no greed
Or people thinking more, more, more
Everyone should have shelter
Everyone should have food
Everyone needs education
And everyone we must include
My Metaphor:
My Found Poem
Original Text:
Lord of the mountains of rain and night
Former Baron
In the Kingdom of Araluen
Looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain
And, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed.
This was all that was left to him now
A jumble of rugged granite cliffs
Tumbled boulders and icy mountains
Sheer gorges and steep narrow passes
Of gravel and rock
With never a tree
Or a sign of green to break the monotony.
Former Baron
In the Kingdom of Araluen
Looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain
And, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed.
This was all that was left to him now
A jumble of rugged granite cliffs
Tumbled boulders and icy mountains
Sheer gorges and steep narrow passes
Of gravel and rock
With never a tree
Or a sign of green to break the monotony.
Morgarath, lord of the mountains of rain and night, former Baron
of Gorlan in the Kingdom of Araluen, looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain
and, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed
This was all that was left to him now-a jumble of rugged granite cliffs, tumbled
boulders and icy mountains. Of sheer gorges and steep narrow passes. Of gravel
and rock, with never a tree or a sign of green to break the monotony.
of Gorlan in the Kingdom of Araluen, looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain
and, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed
This was all that was left to him now-a jumble of rugged granite cliffs, tumbled
boulders and icy mountains. Of sheer gorges and steep narrow passes. Of gravel
and rock, with never a tree or a sign of green to break the monotony.