poems

8th grade pomes

This is a bunch of pomes that were doing in 8th grade cuz were in our pome unit so enjoy

okay the frist one our teacher cut up the stanzas and stuff so we put it together with out knwing what the real pome was so here is what i thought it was.

TAUGHT ME PURPEL

Beyond the fithy street

Wash-gray was her circal

Although she never wore it 

The tentment her orbit

And held me up tto see it 

My mother reached for beuty 

My mother tought me purple

My mother toaught me gold

But she could not teach me pride

Above the broken molding 

Who knew so much duty

And for its lack she died

Fary Tall Limrick pome

These pomes have 5 lines of a AABBA patern and is usely humerus 

Repunsal 

I wish for beuty, I wish for money

I don't with to be saved fom my dark cave, so lonely

I didn't want to leave my tower,

so I lost all my power,

So now I am not that dreamey 

ICE CREAM POME 

I am Jordan Marie DeArmond,

I run DEARMOND’S ICE CREAM STORE,

there are flavors in my freezer

that you have never seen befor,

five devine creations

too delicious to resist,

why not do yourself a favor,

try the flavors on my list:

 

ORANGES ONIONS TANGERINES

LEMON LIME PIE

CHERRY BERRY BLUEBERRY

BARBECUE STEAK HOTDOG BUN

 

I am Jordan Marie DeArmond,

I run DEARMOND’S ICE CREAM STORE,

taste a flavor from my freezer,

you will surely ask for more.

This is the story of my life

My life is a rollercoaster.

Full of ups and downs.

There is good and there is bad.

Always fighting always yelling.

Back and forth back and forth.

Picking and choosing.

Running and hiding.

Hoping to get somewhere but end up nowhere.

Until one day someone listens to my story.

But until then my life will be a really, really bad rollercoaster.

So I will wait.

Wait for a better day to come and save the day.

My name is Jordan Marie and this is my story.  

Jordan Marie DeArmond   

When a Leaf Blows  Away

A leaf will float gently to the ground.

It will sit for awhile on the forest floor.

Till it is picked up by the wind to be taken away,

To a new home on the forest floor.

Once the leaf has landed it will not stay for long.

The wind will toss it and turn it till it can’t take anymore.

The leaf will crack and break under pressure.

It will hold on for as long as possible but will be picked by a hand or rake ,

and be crushed into tiny little pieces.

For this is the life of a leaf.

It will not stand for long.

See a leaf can’t bare as much weight as you

It doesn't matter if the leaf is a mouse ,

Or a big gigantic tree

Its life is a leaf.

Jordan Marie DeArmond