snowman

Christmas 2


The snowman was as still as a tree, said my cousin. No matter what he did to that snowman he still did not move nor flinch even the slightest bit. Whack! A snowball hit the snowman directly in the back of the head; he still did not move. My cousin turned to me and said, “Can you make him move?” I said “Oh no, he is too good for me. But I really think you can do it!” and let me tell you that made him smile. But as soon as I turned back to see what he was doing the snowman was no more. He looked up and said, “He slipped!”

Christmas time

CHRISTMAS


Sitting by the fire I heard the crackle of the wood popping in the background. String snapping and paper being torn is coming from every direction. Colby, Brady, and my brother are all tearing off the paper on their presents. Sitting in the rocking chair sipping apple sider my mom and I watch the craziness. Like every year they get older but still enjoy unwrapping those presents. We will always have this night in our minds for it is the day before Christmas.

The Smells of Christmas

Cinnamon sticks scattered around the house.

Candy cane cookies baking in the oven.

The pine Christmas tree blowing as the breeze sweeps through the room.

Melting mint chocolate drizzled over angel food cake.

White peppermint sticks melting in the window seal.

Yankee Doodle candles burning aroma throughout the house.

Fire burning logs and smoke arising into the air.

Oh the sweet, sweet smell of Christmas!

Christmas Alliterations

Frozen flakes freely fall upon the frowning, frosted faces.


Candy canes, crunchy Christmas candies can be quite tasty.


Santa’s special sleigh, slides down several slopes of snow.


Shivering Santa, sleigh is stuck in a sleet and shuddering storm.


Precious presents are protected by purple wrapping paper.


Reindeer roar and run rapidly until arriving on your roof.

Something Pretty from Something Ugly

In an old-car
junk yard,

where there is
no hope

and no sense
of redemption,

the sun shines down on
an old cracked windshield,

creating magnificent beams
of rainbow-colored lights.

gift truck

GIFT TRUCK


· 1975 Chevy truck, full bed, single cab, rusted blue, with dents in the doors and the sides
· Use it: chase coyotes, drive around take friends to the lake, go mudding chase girls, and have fun
· Fix it up” paint it hot red, buy new doors and get the dents taken out, buy chrome everything, tint the windows, put new (bigger) tires on it, put a bigger lift on it, put base and new speakers in it, replace everything I can in the engine, buy new exhaust, new suspension, new seats, paint inside, make everything on the inside new, anything else…
· Maybe build or buy a new garage to put it in, only I will drive it, everywhere (use it every day).
· It is a older truck and after fixing it up it is something not to break or mess up

food in five

FOOD IN FIVE


I love the potatoes my grandma makes every Christmas. They are different than any potatoes anybody else I know makes. She putts green leaves in them and something about it gives them a special taste. Walking into the house and automatically knowing they are on the stove cooking. With some visible chunks they look like skin-on mashed potatoes but they aren’t; I can’t wait until this Christmas and to fill my plate with those amazing potatoes.

happiness

ALPHABET POEMS


H aving good times

A lways laughing

P utting her before them

P utting your heart before others

I n a dream

N ever wanting to wake up

E ventually getting old together

S oaking up the sun

S itting in the rocking chair

brave new world

BRAVE NEW WORLD


Far, far away lived the Flupdie-doos of never, never land. Living in a world full of green grass and tall trees the Flupdie-doos reside in the high branches of the Swaying Susan tree. The swaying Susan tree is one that makes an orange\lemon cross fruit; this is all the Flupdie-doos eat. Breathing O2 like any other human the fruit deforms them, making them similar but not the same as humans. With a square head, only three fingers, and four toes they are quite a sight for your eyes. Living and roaming free the Flupdie-doos have an easy life of eating, sleeping, and making their fort in the Swaying Susan’s bigger.

"G"

Girls get giggly
When guys go around
Them. Green eyes get
Dark and they start to
Blush. Growing out of the fact that guys have gross cooties, she gets her heart broke until she got the guy that gives her happiness.
Growing old
Together she gets
Grouchy and the
Other guys stay out
Of her way.

it seemed like a good idea...

IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME


Trent had just built a swing next to the hay stack with a big three strand rope. The seat on the rope was at the bottom and really low so he had to jump to make it on. Landing flat on his back and losing his air, he remembered the three strand rope only had one left.

valentine

VALENTINE

Not a bracelet or a box of chocolates.

I give you nothing.
It is a gift from my heart,
It promises forever
Like the wonderful meaning of love

Here.
It will stun you with tears
Like a lover.
It will make you think
About how much it means

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a card or a rose.

I give you nothing.
Its kiss will stay on your lips
As we are,
Far as long as we are.

Take it.
It saves money for your ring,
If you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your thoughts
Cling to your life.

building poetry

BUILDING POETRY


School
Serious, painful
Learning, reading, writing
A place to make friends
Work

five sentence poems 2

FIVE SENTENCE POEMS


Love is rose red.

It sounds like laughter and seriousness.
It feels like the first kiss.
It smells like hair spray and cologne.
It tastes like the sweetest of sweets on your lips

five sentence poems

FIVE SENTENCE POEMS


High school is dark yellow.

It feels like a great day every day.
It smells like books and pencil shavings.
It tastes like a sour candy eventually getting sweet.It sounds like preschool, but with squeaks and deep voices

haiku with personification

Haiku with Personification


Brown grass waves its arms.
Excited to see someone walk by.
Wishing, but not moving up.

Someday Poem

SOMEDAY…
Someday I will graduate high school.
Someday I will go to college.
Someday I will write about things that matter.
Someday I will have a career.
Someday I will make a difference.
SOMEDAY.

Building Poem

Teenager
outgoing, youthful
growing, developing, changing
slowly becoming more mature
Adult

Alphabet Poem

Teeth chattering

Heavy breathing

Racing heart

Intensive shivering

Lack of focus

Lack of stillness

Shaking uncontrollably

Haiku Poems

Radiant, hot sun
strongly beats down upon you.
There is no escape.



Bright autumn colors
vibrantly blow in the wind
whisking across Earth.

Five Sense Poem

Happiness is pink.
It sounds like children’s laughter.
It feels like a blanket of sunshine laid upon your shoulders.
It smells like newly baked chocolate chip cookies.
It tastes like cold, wet lemonade sliding down your throat.

Three Word Poem

Breeze, cloud, sprinkle
cloud, sprinkle, rain
sprinkle, rain, pour
rain, pour, thunder
pour, thunder, lightning
thunder, lightning, FLASH.

Rhetorical Question Poem

I wonder if they like being roads.
I suppose they don’t.
Always being walked on,
hardly every being cleaned.
They are never ending,
and are usually very confusing.
Plus, they are many people’s trash cans.

List Poem

Things You Smell in School:
-Body odor
-Perfume
-White-board markers
-Cafeteria food
-Rotting locker foods
-Crayola markers
-Pencil lead
-Clay from art class

I am Poem #2

I am, creative and mysterious.
I wonder what the world would be like without violence.
I hear a magical bell.
I see a magical land.
I want to be someone calm and peaceful.
I am, creative and mysterious.
I pretend to fly in the clouds.
I feel as if violence is a stranger.
I touch a world of neutrality.
I worry our society is weakening.
I cry to see what we are turning into.
I am, creative and mysterious.
I understand that this is way beyond actuality.
I say that our world needs to open its eyes.
I dream of a land of peace.
I try to help make this reality.
I hope others join me in this wish.
I am, creative and mysterious.

I am Poem #1

I am
Youth, Faith, Pure
I strongly care about the life I live and my future.
Honesty, a sense of humor, and laughter are important to me.
I trust and believe in myself.
Everyone makes mistakes, but genuine people realize,
accept, and correct them
I think our world is getting lazy.
I respect people who speak their minds.
I do my best to make a difference.
I am.

bad day from the start

”COMIC-TRAGEDIES”


When I woke up, I slid out of bed and hit my head
On the night stand and my mom asked me
How I go t the knot on my four-head. She smiled
Because she already knew, I had done it before,
But she told me not to let it ruin my day.
I could already tell my day was only going to get worse.

As I walked down the stairs to my mom’s car,
I slipped on the ice and fell in the snow, I got up
And dusted myself off when I slipped again.
This time falling on my butt, my mom just
Gave a bad look!
I wish I could just stay home.

On the drive to school my mom started yelling
At me out of nowhere. I had absolutely no clue what
She was talking about until she said grades!
“You better get that C up Mr.” She said. “Yes mother,”
And I didn’t say another word.

In biology I got my test back and couldn’t believe
My score, 95%! But then Mrs. Yowell took it back because
It wasn’t mine she said. Aww man I got a 65%. Now I had a
C in that class too, Oh No!
If only I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

magic pictures

Magic pictures


What’s that crab doing
Under the sand?
And look—broken she shells
On the sand, scattered around
Everywhere like poka dots.
Pretty cool.
Doesn’t the air smell fresh!
I love the push that comes off the waves.
Kind of relaxing.
Those clear dark waves crashing on the sand are
Tempting, but I don’t think
I’ll go in today.

changing scenes

CHANGING SCENES


Darkness,
Cold and foggy;
Worried I was alone,
Unusually silent and calm.
Nobody was awake
For it was too late to be outside.
Shining brightly
The sun appears on the east horizon.
Warmth, joy, and happiness
Fills the air quickly.
Life being shown,
Enjoyment shows on faces.
Warmth being the key
For smiles and laughing,
Both dark and light
Are “day.”
Equal amounts of both,
Cheerfulness and doubt
All in a 24 hour span.

School Days Poems

Spanish is a newborn baby hearing words for the first time,
dazed and confused and completely clueless.
Spanish is going out to dinner and barely understanding,
your waiter, because of his accent.
Spanish is hearing an unfamiliar tune and breaking out in
dance, without knowing what culture you’re representing.
Spanish is being asked a question and being stared at until
you give a reply, and you have nothing to say.
If all the people in America knew Spanish, there would be
a huge decrease in confusion and misinterpretation.
Spanish is passing your friend in the hallway and
jokingly saying “Que Pasa Amigo!”
Spanish is doing the cha-cha and shimmy at your
local high school dance.
If a friend jokingly tries to greet you by rambling the words
“me gusta comer pastel” just because they sound Spanish
and you know that means “I like to eat pie,”
then who knows Spanish better? 

school days

SCHOOL DAYS POEMS


Geometry is a big equation of numbers for the math engineer’s ancient times.
Geometry is finding how much space a piece of wood takes up
Geometry is finding how much water you can put in your bath tub.
Geometry is much more that your check book and finding your balance.
If everybody on the streets knew geometry the world would be more complicated than it is now.
Geometry is homework you didn’t do so you could get help, which you never get.
Geometry is the one failing grade you need to get up before semester.
If your father only knew geometry he would understand how hard the class is.

Quality Poem

Quality Poem

I sat alone on the trail
resting walk- tired spirit
waiting to be refreshed.
The silence broke; a warm breeze
whipped my hair towards the east.
With a pleasant touch, love
gently swept across my face.
I felt her compassionate hands;
she told me I was not alone.

Month Metaphor

Month Metaphor

July struts in
ferocious and feisty.
Blowing her breath of heat
left and right, up and down.
She smothers the land
with her fever,
and then prances out,
flaunting her radiance.

Question Poem

Question Poem

Can you see me?
Is this really occurring?
Or am I only dreaming?
or fantasizing? or imagining?
Is this reality?
or just a part of
the creative journey
within my imagination?

Impossible!

Impossible Poem

How can this be?!
Not even 12 hours ago I was here.
Sitting comfortably in my living room,
dazing into the luxurious big screen.
Not only 12 hours ago was I inside,
slowly getting ready for the day.
12 hours later I return,
to this. To what?!
To nothing.
An empty field now sits
where my house used to be.
Not a board, not a shingle,
not even a nail on the ground.
Almost like it was never there.
How can this be?
Impossible!

month metaphores

MONTH METAPHORES


December strolls in
With its cold thoughts of snow
And breathe of ice.
It stomps on any green grass left
And turns the ground white,
Skipping its way away!

contest entry

Trent Capraro
Genoa-Hugo School
Hugo, Colorado

MIDNIGHT

Stars fall
And disappear in seconds.
Coyotes howl,
Voices echoing off the trees.
Crickets chirp,
Calling for a mate.
Silence becomes,
Everything is asleep.

quality poems

QUALITY POEMS


I stood alone on the never ending plains
Resting walk—exhausted legs spread on
Green luscious grass.
Just out of my reach, clouds float
Slowly in the blue ocean.
With tight arms, happiness comes over me
Holding on with a firm grip
I felt it grin.
Silently, it floods in
And changed my thoughts of the huge world.