My Amazing Pomes
By:Brittlee Brock
SANTA
I am Santa clause.
I see a plat of cookes calling my name.
I hear the children sleeping.
I love delivering presents.
I fear of the kids waking.
I know I can get trough fast so the kids can not get me.
I hate how the kids cot me just like it was yester day.
I believe the kids were like tigers when they got me.
I am Santa clause.
(I am personification)
Christmas Night
Santa
Came down the chimney.
At my house last night
Santa was so hangry he ate the hole, house even me.
He also brought me presints.
(5w-Poem Hyperble)
All About Me
Brittlee
Funny,fabulous,fit,fast
Daughter of Sara
Who likes showing, basketball, torcose
Who feels happy, sad, fun
Who needs money, close, sun glasses
Who gives Carr, love, eventer
Who fears ghost, monster, scarry stores
Who would like to see Miranda Lambert, haven, Las Vegas
Justin, Texas
Brock
(Bio-poem Alliteration)
Summer
Sun in my eyes
u are as busy as a bee
meadow is pretty as a willow
meadow's are like haven
even now the sun is hot I still
run and play just like a busy bee
(Acrostic simile)
My Waerd Hand
Look at my hand it is as big as the earth whit its long sharp nails it looks like a algater and its big fat pinky it looks like a blow fish my hand is so weard it just might POP
(Free verse Onomatopoeia)
Cowerd
You are such a coward
Why are as dante as a flower
You should be brave
Made your life will be saved
Why do you thret ever thing like pouder
( Limerick Metaphor Line 1)