Hi Class,
Tonight's homework is to write a metaphor poem. Refer to your writer's notebook as a resource. I can't wait to read your poems!
Have fun,
Ms. S.
Rains like cats and dogs but happy as the sun everyone once I am so going crazy but let's say going nuts but whenpeoplestart crying like a weeping willow it makes me upset but nobody can forget everybody's happy everybody says sometimes a little mad like a bowling hot Teen but busy as a bumbling Beeyou go buzz buzz buzzbut everybody is just like a metaphor they are all different inside and outsidethat's my poem metaphor
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My family has a crack the glue is missing to hold us together the bandies and tape wont help us we need that glue to keep us together its gone forever my dad is my dad is old tape my mom is old bandies my brother is stronger duck tape but I am the glue that is gone forever into the depths nobody is strong enough to keep the wood together slowly it is being chopped into peaces until it is cut into 3 peaces. By Charlie blaker ☺ ☺
It’s raining bombs that explode on to the sidewalk in a perfect sploosh of water. Like that, it’s me Where ever I walk Flowers Droop No one wants to play with me, I’m chopped liver on the side. My best friend plays with Angeline, the stuck up bratty brute They look at me like I ruined their christmas or birthday Now go away, I’ll be like an old hermit over yonder in a hut.
On the fifth of June, I woke up shriveled like a prune. I ate like a bear and became the couch hog, while outside it's raining cats and dogs.
On the fifth of June, I was boiling mad, while later that day I was down in the dumps and was super sad.
The family's sturdy wood has rotted for good. The tape or glue, really won't do. A bomb has hit me with frustration. The wood has disappeared the family's house is gone - all on the fifth of June.
That day it felt like my life is medicine chest.My mother is powerful but not always effective.My father is the single small as an only book on the shelf.My brother is the sheep dog is a round cotton ball.My sister stained and dirty that pop's off the shelf.My cat is the middle-size twister,which picks and pokes and pinches brother.My dog is the strong and the super-size band aid.Me my days are ran like cats and dogs.THE END
When I was sad, I was as mad as a bulldog. I was so mad and sad and that that bomb of mixed emotions overwhelmed me. The only glue to the family, even if it was as rotten as a dead log, we had left, the only shelter I would ever accept. All the chickens I would never see again. All the seeds I would never feed again. I was a crippled paper falling down unsure were to land. The sunsets now seemed more beautiful than ever since I would never see them the same way. The valleys I would never laugh and play on as I feed my chickens again as I was as as happy as a kid on a ferris wheel! The old, dirty, rotten log had meant more to me than life, and now we left it. The nature and beauty were there and I needed to go back! Guess where I lived, with all the happiness and glory as the whole world itself.
I am so sad sometimes it is like there is a grey cloud but then sometimes I am as happy as a little kid eating a candy bar, my mom is sometimes as grumpy as a garbage can and then as positive as a penguin, my dad is sometimes as negative as a subtraction math problem but sometimes as silly as a tickled kid. That is the Bonastia family.
My mom cooks up a storm My dad is as strong as a bull My friends are as sweet as angels My brother is as quick as lightning My family is precious as gold I have the memory of an elephant
i look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,and ask what mask should i place on my face today.no not th sad one its too revealng, i dont want to show the world my true feelings.for the mask that you can see camoufouflages the true me its my public face that i remove each night,when i bare my souls the mirrors light.it's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.it tells of my youth and girlish ways,my adoleescents and my young womans dreams.
My family is the makings of a storm, My father is the clouds, he brings us to a place to start. My mother is the lightning, going unexpectedly. My cat is the thunder, he warns whenever something will happen. And I am the borders, that keeps us all together.
A teacher is like a gardener, planting seeds in children's minds. Ideas are like seeds as they grow and grow, into a beautiful plant. The children are like the plant growing and growing, from their seed. A garden is like a classroom, as the classroom grows and grows, its plants.
My school is like a race, it starts of fast than it slows down you begin to set a pace you wonder will win Then before you know it your celebrating because its over and you made it.
My school is like a race, it starts of fast than it slows down you begin to set a pace you wonder will win Then before you know it your celebrating because its over and you made it.
As it rained cats and dogs, I looked out the window wondering if the rain would ever end, the rain splashing looking like the clouds were sweating. The city looked as if the water would fill up to my window. I never thought it would ever end.
I look out threw my window bored as a tree, its raining cats and dogs that I can see. My mother is on fire looking threw her work my father is as red as a tomato my brother as you can see is a very busy bee looking at a log and its all because its raining cats and dogs. My Grandma is as hungry as a bear but she loves me very much but sometimes she just wants to have her lunch and again its all because its raining cats and dogs. My grandpa is as fast as a cheetah he runs up and down the stairs looking for a bear my mother is as confused as a nervous cat why my grandpa is looking for a bear and its all because its raining cats and dogs. But most of all I love my family as much as if it were valentines day.
When I open my book the words jump out and dance with me. My emotions go up and down like a roller coaster. My eyes are glued to the page I can't stop reading. The climax surprises me like a battlefield cannon booming. It all comes together like a big explosion as I come to the conclusion and close the book
In the Summer it's a jungle, which the hot sun's pouring over everyone. In the Spring it went from in like a lion to out like a lamb by going from harsh cold to a warm start. In the Winter we are hanging by a thread trying to keep warm in the cold of day and night. In the spring kids are taking a dive back into their daily school routine. These are the seasons of New York of which New Yorkers live through.
In the summer it's like being on the amazon, hot, and humid, it's a giant sweat box, sweating bullets I'm miserable in the heat, In the winter it's like being in Antarctica, the houses are igloos, frozen shut with snow, there is no exit The fall is wonderful, leaves fall everywhere, making the floor a rainbow of colors, there is a breeze light as a feather, blowing in my face. The spring brings allergies, worse than wasps, I'm bathing in pollen, I'm a dog that can't stop sneezing, the sky is perfect blue, it's a movie back round. This goes to show you that seasons have their goods, and they have their bad's!
Bananas o bananas they are heaven I wish I could eat more than seven The best in the world They make me feel best when I am down They stop a very big frown The bad turns to good even though it is just food They are as good as gold even when they are just mold Bananas oh bananas I love them I've told
Dad's as busy as a bee, working for more and more honey. Mom shines as bright as a sun for me, making the world cheerful. Sisters are like honey both sweet and loved, they are a box of sweet's is what I like to call. I am the one who love them for who they can be, like a bee with stripes.
my dog as lazy as a bean bag my cat as sleepy as a dog my mom as pretty as a angel my dad as smart as a president me as happy as a dog my fiernds as loving than a a pet my school as awsome a race car.
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Today I'm just lying in my bed sweating bullets while the A.C. is on.I have eyebrows the size of a mouse and i look like I'm twins with an elephant.I have a friend named Anna it rhyme's with banana and she's as smart as a 9th grader. I love my exageration's.
My sister is like a band aid when my feelings get hurt. My sister is like a moving toy when I am bored. Shes like a robot that helps me anytime I need her. That's why I love My sister.
after all these years of learnng now school s now closed summer s commng now everybody s gone tll next year am gone and so are my classmates me and my frends had a wonderful 2 years at ms.s classroom she s a wonderful teacher from the past 2 years she been a wonderful teacher.
Rains like cats and dogs but happy as the sun everyone once I am so going crazy but let's say going nuts but whenpeoplestart crying like a weeping willow it makes me upset but nobody can forget everybody's happy everybody says sometimes a little mad like a bowling hot Teen but busy as a bumbling Beeyou go buzz buzz buzzbut everybody is just like a metaphor they are all different inside and outsidethat's my poem metaphor
ReplyDeleteCracked.
ReplyDeleteMy family has a crack the glue is missing to hold us together the bandies and tape wont help us we need that glue to keep us together its gone forever my dad is my dad is old tape my mom is old bandies my brother is stronger duck tape but I am the glue that is gone forever into the depths nobody is strong enough to keep the wood together slowly it is being chopped into peaces until it is cut into 3 peaces. By Charlie blaker ☺ ☺
It’s raining bombs that explode on to the sidewalk in a perfect sploosh of water.
ReplyDeleteLike that, it’s me
Where ever I walk Flowers Droop
No one wants to play with me, I’m chopped liver on the side.
My best friend plays with Angeline, the stuck up bratty brute
They look at me like I ruined their christmas or birthday
Now go away, I’ll be like an old hermit over yonder in a hut.
On the fifth of June, I woke up shriveled like a prune. I ate like a bear and became the couch hog, while outside it's raining cats and dogs.
ReplyDeleteOn the fifth of June, I was boiling mad, while later that day I was down in the dumps and was super sad.
The family's sturdy wood has rotted for good. The tape or glue, really won't do. A bomb has hit me with frustration. The wood has disappeared the family's house is gone - all on the fifth of June.
That day it felt like my life is medicine chest.My mother is
ReplyDeletepowerful but not always effective.My father is the single
small as an only book on the shelf.My brother is the sheep dog is a round cotton ball.My sister stained and dirty that pop's off the shelf.My cat is the middle-size twister,which picks and pokes and pinches brother.My
dog is the strong and the super-size band aid.Me my days are ran like cats and dogs.THE END
When I was sad, I was as mad as a bulldog. I was so mad and sad and that that bomb of mixed emotions overwhelmed me. The only glue to the family, even if it was as rotten as a dead log, we had left, the only shelter I would ever accept.
ReplyDeleteAll the chickens I would never see again. All the seeds I would never feed again. I was a crippled paper falling down unsure were to land. The sunsets now seemed more beautiful than ever since I would never see them the same way. The valleys I would never laugh and play on as I feed my chickens again as I was as as happy as a kid on a ferris wheel! The old, dirty, rotten log had meant more to me than life, and now we left it. The nature and beauty were there and I needed to go back! Guess where I lived, with all the happiness and glory as the whole world itself.
I am so sad sometimes it is like there is a grey cloud but then sometimes I am as happy as a little kid eating a candy bar, my mom is sometimes as grumpy as a garbage can and then as positive as a penguin, my dad is sometimes as negative as a subtraction math problem but sometimes as silly as a tickled kid. That is the Bonastia family.
ReplyDeleteMy mom cooks up a storm
ReplyDeleteMy dad is as strong as a bull
My friends are as sweet as angels
My brother is as quick as lightning
My family is precious as gold
I have the memory of an elephant
i look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,and ask
ReplyDeletewhat mask should i place on my face today.no not th sad
one its too revealng, i dont want to show the world my true feelings.for the mask that you can see camoufouflages the true me its my public face that i remove each night,when i bare my souls the mirrors light.it's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.it tells of my youth and girlish ways,my adoleescents and my young womans dreams.
My family is the makings of a storm,
ReplyDeleteMy father is the clouds, he brings us to a place to start.
My mother is the lightning, going unexpectedly.
My cat is the thunder, he warns whenever something will happen.
And I am the borders, that keeps us all together.
A teacher is like a gardener,
ReplyDeleteplanting seeds in children's minds.
Ideas are like seeds as they grow and grow,
into a beautiful plant.
The children are like the plant growing and growing,
from their seed.
A garden is like a classroom, as the classroom grows and grows,
its plants.
My school is like a race,
ReplyDeleteit starts of fast than it slows down
you begin to set a pace
you wonder will win
Then before you know it your celebrating
because its over and you made it.
My school is like a race,
ReplyDeleteit starts of fast than it slows down
you begin to set a pace
you wonder will win
Then before you know it your celebrating
because its over and you made it.
As it rained cats and dogs, I looked out the window wondering if the rain would ever end, the rain splashing looking like the clouds were sweating. The city looked as if the water would fill up to my window. I never thought it would ever end.
ReplyDeleteRain Falls Down
ReplyDeleteI look out threw my window bored as a tree, its raining cats and dogs that I can see. My mother is on fire looking threw her work my father is as red as a tomato my brother as you can see is a very busy bee looking at a log and its all because its raining cats and dogs. My Grandma is as hungry as a bear but she loves me very much but sometimes she just wants to have her lunch and again its all because its raining cats and dogs. My grandpa is as fast as a cheetah he runs up and down the stairs looking for a bear my mother is as confused as a nervous cat why my grandpa is looking for a bear and its all because its raining cats and dogs. But most of all I love my family as much as if it were valentines day.
When I open my book the words jump out and dance with me. My emotions go up and down like a roller coaster. My eyes are glued to the page I can't stop reading. The climax surprises me like a battlefield cannon booming. It all comes together like a big explosion as I come to the conclusion and close the book
ReplyDeleteIn the Summer it's a jungle, which the hot sun's pouring over everyone. In the Spring it went from in like a lion to out like a lamb by going from harsh cold to a warm start. In the Winter we are hanging by a thread trying to keep warm in the cold of day and night. In the spring kids are taking a dive back into their daily school routine. These are the seasons of New York of which New Yorkers live through.
ReplyDeleteIn the summer it's like being on the amazon,
ReplyDeletehot, and humid, it's a giant sweat box,
sweating bullets I'm miserable in the heat,
In the winter it's like being in Antarctica,
the houses are igloos,
frozen shut with snow, there is no exit
The fall is wonderful,
leaves fall everywhere, making the floor a rainbow of colors,
there is a breeze light as a feather,
blowing in my face.
The spring brings allergies,
worse than wasps,
I'm bathing in pollen,
I'm a dog that can't stop sneezing,
the sky is perfect blue,
it's a movie back round.
This goes to show you that seasons have their goods,
and they have their bad's!
Bananas o bananas they are heaven
ReplyDeleteI wish I could eat more than seven
The best in the world
They make me feel best when I am down
They stop a very big frown
The bad turns to good even though it is just food
They are as good as gold
even when they are just mold
Bananas oh bananas I love them I've told
Dad's as busy as a bee, working for more and more honey. Mom shines as bright as a sun for me, making the world cheerful. Sisters are like honey both sweet and loved, they are a box of sweet's is what I like to call. I am the one who love them for who they can be, like a bee with stripes.
ReplyDeletemy dog as lazy as a bean bag my cat as sleepy as a dog my mom as pretty as a angel my dad as smart as a president me as happy as a dog my fiernds as loving than a a pet my school as awsome a race car.
ReplyDeleteToday I'm just lying in my bed sweating bullets while the A.C. is on.I have eyebrows the size of a mouse and i look like I'm twins with an elephant.I have a friend named Anna it rhyme's with banana and she's as smart as a 9th grader.
ReplyDeleteI love my exageration's.
My sister is like a band aid when my feelings get hurt. My sister is like a moving toy when I am bored. Shes like a robot that helps me anytime I need her. That's why I love My sister.
ReplyDeleteafter all these years of learnng now school s now closed summer s commng now everybody s gone tll next year
ReplyDeleteam gone and so are my classmates me and my frends had a wonderful
2 years at ms.s classroom she s a wonderful teacher from the past 2 years she been a wonderful teacher.