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My Poetry Book During Grade 8

by Sofia The Seahorse

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My Poetry Book During Grade 8
By: Sofia The Seahorse
2022
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Index
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Artist Biography Page
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Pg. 1. Artist Biography Page

Pg. 2. My Simile Poem

Pg. 3. My Haiku Poem

Pg. 4. My Metaphor Poem

Pg. 5. My Found Poem

Pg. 6. My Imagery Poem

Pg. 7. My Sound poem.

Pg. 8. My Experience Poem

Pg. 9. My Personification Poem

Pg. 10. My Self Portrait Poem
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Hi, I am Sofia! I am in grade 8 and I am in a PLP program. Some things that interest me are Volley ball, the ocean, and peoples stories from history!
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The video right there is a video about me and poetry, feel free to check it out. Before you check it out I put in my Imagery poem in it so if you don’t want a spoiler you can read the book first if you want!
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Here is the link to my blog if you wanted to check it out, I post about projects we do if you are interested.
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Artist Biography Page
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Hi, I am Sofia! I am in grade 8 and I am in a PLP program. Some things that interest me are Volley ball, the ocean, and peoples stories from history!
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The video right there is a video about me and poetry, feel free to check it out. Before you check it out I put in my Imagery poem in it so if you don’t want a spoiler you can read the book first if you want!
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By the way this is me!
Sorry I dont have very many photos of myself without a mask on, it’s also on for safety reasons.
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Here is the link to my blog if you wanted to check it out, I post about projects we do if you are interested.
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My Simile Poem
I can be as cool as the breeze.
I can as chill as a swaying palm tree.
I can be as tempered as a tiger.
I am as sweet as honey drizzle.
I can be annoying as a woodpecker.
I can be as helpful as a map
But
I can also look around to find my own like
seeking something through a telescope.
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The blue jays fly high.
Flapping their wings through the clouds.
They can touch the sky.

Nearby flowers bloom.
Tulips, Lillies, and roses.
All so beautiful.

Beauty all around.
Mother Nature’s art is here.
For all, to enjoy.
My Haiku Poem
The blue jays fly high.
Flapping their wings through the clouds.
They can touch the sky.

Nearby flowers bloom.
Tulips, Lillies, and roses.
All so beautiful.

Beauty all around.
Mother Nature’s art is here.
For all, to enjoy.
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My Metaphor Poem
My life is a song.

I try my best to get along.

It is a crazy mystery.

It can be hard, but not when I get my victory.

My life is a walk in a park.

I try to get home before dark.
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So I will call upon Your Name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine
And You are mine
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Saviour
My Found Poem

When oceans rest in your embrace.

For my trust is without boarders.

My faith will be made stronger by my saviour.

I want to walk on the waters farther then I could ever wander.

I keep my eyes above the waves when the ocean rises.

I will call upon the ocean and my soul will rest in its embrace.

Source (what song I used): Oceans (where feet may fail).

Lyrics I used ⬇️
So I will call upon Your Name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine
And You are mine
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Saviour
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My Imagery Poem
The sun is warm, like it’s hugging my shoulders.
The sky is blue with white clouds dancing like they haven’t before.
I walk more to see a leafy, clear pond with a dazzling waterfall.
The waterfall is shimmering asking me to come join it in the heavens of nature.
I hear birds chirping, it sounds calming and cheerful, like it’s giving me hope.
The trees are as green as if it was neon, the leaves fall as I walk through the trail.
The crisp air smells as if I have been here before which makes me wake up and realize,
it was all just a dream.
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