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"I Am" Poem
"Where I'm From" Poem
Cinquain
Limerick
Diamante
Blank Verse
Free Verse


"I Am" Poem

I am energetic and talented
I wonder about life
I hear the songs of birds
I see the light of the sun
I want the air beneath my wings
I am energetic and talented

I pretend to be a professional dancer
I feel how everything around me is changing
I touch out to my world
I worry about my tomorrows
I cry of death
I am energetic and talented

I understand my nature
I say what is needed to be said
I dream of many expectations
I try to thrive in excellence
I hope in my future
I am energetic and talented

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Where I'm From Poem

I am from my room
From for yellow walls and posters
I am from my carpet
Wear-out, and old.
I am from the Calvin’s house
In every room
Whose longing a mystery of tales.

I am from practices and games
From football and basketball
I am from meets
And relay races
From winnings to loses
I’m from pride in my soul
With a winning medal
And a long year I can say myself.

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Cinquain

Cheerleaders
Loud and Flexible
Flipping, Building and cheering
Building spirit all day long
Athlete

Cell Phones
Loud and Vibrate
Ringers, Screensavers, Games
Having a good conversation
Talk

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Limerick

When a detective is feeling blue
Walking in a scary night of dew
With no type of clue
You probably need some one new
Cause that’s not me, how bout you?

There was a beautiful lamp of light
That was ever so bright
Went out one day
In a ordinary way
I miss that beautiful sight

There was a frog that hop
He jump on a lilypad that pop
He jump up in fright
Ready to fight
And seen the lilypad chop

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Diamante

Basketball
Many, brag rights
Shooting, blocking, scoring
Triple digits, basketball hoop/ field goal double digits
Blocking, fumbling, scoring
Memory, fame
Football


Cheerleader
Loud, flexible
Cheering, building, stunting
Crowd cheers/music, shoes
Expressing, talented, taping
Quiet, form
Dancer

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Free Verse

Once a raindrop fell
In my hair
And soaked it
I hate it
And I cried
It was angry and called his friends of boys and girls
And the raindrops hated me then I reached for my hair
And became snow and
I stood there then turn real cold

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