Monday, April 14, 2008

A Special Place

Imagine a perfect place or a place where you can escape your troubles and worries!
Use the five senses to describe it! Post a poem or just some thoughts about it!

Here is a poem I wrote after imaging a place:

Hiding Place

In a bubble on the bottom
of the smooth floor
of the salty sea

the currents caress the hairs on the back
of my neck, diving and swirling against my skin

tiny capsules of air dance euphorically
rising beyond my view
toward the light

I can float to the surface
as the light gets brighter
and I break through
to the scent of mangoes

I am home

79 comments:

Tina Thomas said...

Walls
cracks in the ceiling
patters of paint
and chips and cracks
wall paper wrinkles
and holes
closing in on me
the closer I get,the safer
I feel
walls that surrond me
paper
that
peels
by tina thomas

tareeq said...

BEDROOM

My room safe and sound
not even a hound to bark and make the weirdest sounds
you enter and everything is peace
it maybe small but that is the most special place of my life
the most privacy i could get
how much do you bet
the walls so close to me
with the posters peeling off
trying to make you cry
not even a prick to poke you in your sleep
my room the safest place i could be

andrea__m said...

garden city
A place where i can relax
see all the lovely animals
place i can read
bitter taste
sweet smell
that wears out
pale

Haresh said...

The Blue Ridge

STILL and calm,
In purple robes of kings,
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world.
The forests cover them like mantles
Day and night
Rise and fall over them like the wash of waves.

Asleep, they reign.
Silent, they say all.
Hush me, O slumbering mountains
Send me dreams.

Pklease critize this is what I may be using for Mr.Byrds Homework. This took a long time to come up with

tareeq said...

Beach

The waves splashing people
silky sand in the palm of your hand
shining sun pouring down on you
children cheering as they run by
beach ball players boucing the ball back and forward
the beach is the best place to be
if your like me

lovepreet said...

mY hOuSe



My HoUsE Is A SAFE PLACE FOR ME.
iT KEEPS ALL OF THE BAD CROOKS OUT
OF THE HOUSE IT DOESENT ALLOW ANY BAD OR ROBBERS IN THE HOUSE AND THAT IS WHY I FEEL GOOD IN MY HOUSE, it also keeps bad spirts out but it allows good spirts to come in.....

lovepreet said...

mY hOuSe



My HoUsE Is A SAFE PLACE FOR ME.
iT KEEPS ALL OF THE BAD CROOKS OUT
OF THE HOUSE IT DOESENT ALLOW ANY BAD OR ROBBERS IN THE HOUSE AND THAT IS WHY I FEEL GOOD IN MY HOUSE, it also keeps bad spirts out but it allows good spirts to come in.....

Kiranpreet said...

Castle in the Clouds
When you enter
the immense and lovely
Castle in the clouds,
You will spot thousands
of short, white humals
That work under me
as my servents.
I am their wondeful, generous queen
and they are my hard working serfs.
They bring me my delious lunch
which is some fresh, sweet,
spicy and cheesy pizza every Fri.
It is brought on a
large golden plate.
I feel the warm pizza that feels
smooth and oily as
I move my hand slowly on it.
For entertainment, my peasents
play some soft slow paced music.
The Castle in the Clouds is
the best place for humals and me.

Japneet said...

The best place on Earth
Crickets and Robins chirping,
cows mooing,
a fresh breeze going past me,
the feeling of sand and grass,
the sweet smell of the country,
the delicious taste of the food,
little kids running around,
my grandfather driving a tracktor in the fields,
women making food,
dogs barking around.
Where is this wonderful place?
It's my home in India!!!

Kiranpreet said...

I SO AGREE WITH YOU jAPNEET!! i love India as well.

Anastasia said...

CLOSET

So dark and quiet
Frightening but relaxing
The creepy, pink subtle walls
Stare back at me
As i sit in amazement
Reading a book
The pages flpping
Then no sound, no noise
There is a chill
And i turn back to look
Nothing, not a single soul
I smell the air
Filled with flour and food
I just sit there reading
Sipping on my lemonade
And daze off into my book

IS IT GOOD....MY POEM MY SECND/IMAGINARY PLACE....HOPE YOU LIKE IT....

Anastasia said...

HI KIRANPREET YOU ON? LIKE MY POEM?

Anastasia said...

i love japneet and your poem...

monica iz smily see:-) said...

Atlantic City
you go on rides,
you swim with the slippery,
jellyfish
you enter the arcade,
and can play like there's
no tomorrow
you can,
I mean (only adults can only,
gamble
you shop for interesting things,
you can eat as much,
as you want,
for a life time.
watching the birds ask,
for your food
or somebody else food
when sunset is about to
appear the only thing
you want to do is
watch it come down
until night falls
then the fireworks come
out and you'll see the
bright colors shining
in the dark!
it's time to go back
home ,
and the only thing you
want to do again
tomorrow is to ,
Come Right Back ,
and do the same thing you
did yesterday!
that's my special plcae
Atlantic City

By: Monica O'Neill

Anastasia said...

GREAT POEM MONICA!!!!!!!!!!!

monica iz smily see:-) said...

i like your poem Tina,Gurpreet,Tareeq,Andrea,Haresh,Lovepreet,Kiranpreet,Japneet,and also Anastasia


good job guys,monica

Anastasia said...

THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT MONICA

Kiranpreet said...

yEAH I AM
i LOVE YOUR POEM
yOU ARE A GREAT POET

Kiranpreet said...

DO YOU LIKE MY POEM???
iS IT GOOD???

Anastasia said...

YEA I LOVE IT....THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENT....YOURS IS GREAT I LOVEEEE IT!!!! URS IS DEFINETLEY MORE SOFFISTICATED ! HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT WORD?

Jessica said...

My Room

My room is wonderful just the way
it is
It small yet comfortable
It's colorful yet cool
It's exciting yet great
It has a t.v, a bed, and a computer
It has everything an 11 year old girl would need
It is never messy nor never clean
It is just right for you and me.
But most of all my room is my personality at all times
My room is wonderful just how it is!!!!

By: Jessica
Garcia

Anastasia said...

LOVE THE POEM JESS...HOW ARE YOU?

andrea__m said...

belize
warm place ,hot
central america place for vacation
kids who can talk to .
house to live in
fresh fruits
the ocean is relly blue
i feel bug bites on me
i shiver and scratch to the bone.
i always see animals on the street walking

Ramandeep said...

THE PARK
Child laughter every were
The sound of swings back and forth
Running sounds as if they were stomping
The soft grass is what we play on
Slippery grass around the sprinkler
The sweet ice cream in my mouth
Popsicles and regular cones
The smell of pine trees and fresh grass everywhere
Just like a home but still different
Swings, slides, monkey bars, steps, baseball fields, tracks, benches, trees, grass everywhere, gates, walls to play hand ball
ARE ALL IN A PARK

Sincerely,
Ramandeep

Haresh said...

Nice poem.

Ramandeep said...

Haresh how do u get that car next to your name?

Anastasia said...

well ramandeep fix your profile and add a picture then send a comment and see what happens....nice poem

Ramandeep said...

Thanks!
:)
:)
:)
:)

Haresh said...

Nice profile page.

Anastasia said...

you welcome i cAN SEE YOU ALREADY DID IT....

Haresh said...

lamborghini right?

Anastasia said...

YEA TALKING BACK AS RAMANDEEP LOL

Ramandeep said...

Haresh I like your poem

Haresh said...

What

Haresh said...

Ne car again and thanks.

Ramandeep said...

which picture looks better?

Haresh said...

This one on right now. It's better than mine.

Anastasia said...

the one you have now!

Anonymous said...

haresh u still on

Anastasia said...

hi mohammadur

Ramandeep said...

hey mohammadur

Ramandeep said...

people blog a lot know that it comes to computers

Anonymous said...

my place

my place is numder one
my place it has warm pools to cool water slides
flowerly smells
a nice ocean breez
high trwling costers and cold
ice-cream
come to my place because it's cooler than cool it's ice cool

Anonymous said...

u still on ramandeep

monica iz smily see:-) said...

hey jessica and andrea i really like your poem good job*-*

monica iz smily see:-) said...

no problem Anastasia you are going to need the support for the other poems that you were supposed to type and let me live good comments on!


your's truly,
monica

Mr.Byrd said...

Your poems are great. All of you!
Gurpreet - Intense poem! I definitely would like to talk to you about it.
Haresh - the poem you found on Internet is great! Please credit the author and submit your own! I'd love to read your words...

Mr.Byrd said...

Great poem, Tareeq!

Mr.Byrd said...

Tina - As usual - very interesting and unique. Great word choice.

Mr.Byrd said...

Lovepreet - cute poem!

Mr.Byrd said...

Brilliant, Anastasia..

Mr.Byrd said...

Ramandeep - love the description!
Japneet - I can picture it!
Monica - you are so descriptive!
Kiranpreet - your poem is imaginative. Humals, huh? Interesting...

Ms. Shulman said...

I reallly am impressed by what I am reading. I would like you to try a sensory poem about your room at home.

Mr.Byrd said...

Ms. Shulman - I would love to read some details about your ideal place!

Ms. Shulman said...

My Room

Soft green creating serenity
Near the beach
The fresh scent of the ocean
The sound of the crashing waves
I can almost taste summer
Peaceful, calm, safe.

Ms. Shulman said...

Mr. Byrd,

That one was for you!!!

Mr.Byrd said...

Ms. Shulman - good job! I guess there is more than one special place we could describe in a poem! (hint, hint)

Anonymous said...

Beach.

Waves splashing together,
The silky sand squishing in between my feet,
Kids laughing and screaming,
The sent of hot dogs grilling,
The tast of salt water splashing into my month.


and tareeq I did not copy your poem ask anna she helped me make it up.

Anastasia said...

SHADY TREES

Under the shady trees
Kids are playing
Adults are laughing
"Whoosh!"
There goes the ball
"Good job!"
Screams their mom
Then the fresh
Air fills my body with excitement
I touch the shady tree
And sit down on the hot ground
Eating a peanut butter And
Jelly sandwich
Reading my favorite book

Japneet said...

school
kids learning,
teachers teaching,
kids asking questions,
my pencil moving to do work,
kids running sround at recess,
the yummy pizza served on friday,
smell the food in the cafeteria.
a lot of things happen at school.
school is great

Anastasia said...

SHADY TREES

Under the shady trees
Kids are playing
Adults are laughing
"Whoosh!"
There goes the ball
"Good job!"
Screams their mom
Then the fresh
Air fills my body with excitement
I touch the shady tree
And sit down on the hot ground
Eating a peanut butter And
Jelly sandwich
Reading my favorite book

Les_29 said...

My Candy Land
The chocolate running
like a waterfall
the sticky, rubbery twizzlers
and the sweet taste of cotton candy
the fruity aroma
and the bent chocolate trees
while I float away on a cotton candy cloud

Mr.Byrd said...

Good job Anastasia, Japneet, and Leslie - great images!

Anonymous said...

Monica-
OH-MY-GOD,I LOVE YOUR POEM.I THINK IT IS LIKE SO COOL.
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Anonymous said...

Leslie-
I really like your poem too.I think I like it because it mentions the word ''CHOCLATE.''
Your poem is making me hungry.Grrr,now I am craving cotton candy. =[

christine rockz (that's me) said...

christine r said...

i brace my back
against the bark
of the towering cherry blossom tree.

i grasp my cool glass of lemonade,
and press it against my cheek.

i touch the soft grass underneath me
and smell the fresh, spring air.

i open my eyes,
and in a flash,
i'm back,
where reality takes over.

christine rockz (that's me) said...
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Mr.Byrd said...

Great job, Christine R. ! Awesome!

Paul said...

Home sweet home
home is a place where i dwell
i am alert and
sleep so well
i imagine and learn
play and discern,
all disturbing thoughts

i made this :)

monica iz smily see:-) said...

guys i can't keep up well i love all you guys poems i think it's my turn to make one up

monica iz smily see:-) said...

hey christine r. are you still there?

Mr.Byrd said...

Great job, Paul! You didn't have to rhyme that one!

Anonymous said...

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Me,myself and I
*CRAZY
*funny
*talkative
*reserved
*shy
*CRAZY
Did I mention CRAZY?
And who is this we're talking about?
Me,Duh !!!


(This poem is just a poem I made in like three minuites because I could'nt think of another poem.)
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Mr.Byrd said...

Good one, Krystal! Quick poems work, too!

Kiranpreet said...

A special place forme is India. I haven't been there for at least 6 years. I am looking foward to go there during this summer. i can't wait to meet my relatives, play, travel and buy awesome and cute clothes!!!!!!! India is the best place for me!!!!!!!!!!!!

monica iz smily see:-) said...

hey Krystal i like your poem good job make another crazy poem about yourself. any ways good job keep up with the good work.


your's truly,
monica

monica iz smily see:-) said...

but next time don't copy my ending of my poems again (just joking,but really don't)

Anonymous said...
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Unknown said...

The Beach
Smelly seaweed on The Beach
Hearing People Speak
seeing waves splashing on me
Wishing That i was on the beach...
By Diana Ortega