My poems

Any rhyme

As I sail

The people run

A nail in the rail

And the children have fun

Out playing in the sun

Alliteration

The monster is chuby

It lives in Chubyville on chuby chub island

And eats chuby Chubyvile chub

But love to go laugh at chuby people in Chuby palace,even though its just as chuby as a cuby chuby whale that lives in the chuby sea,it brought me to Chubyville to kill me, but it killed Chubyville and everyone on it and the chuby monster ran away

Me poem

If I were an animal I'd be a German Shepherd

If I were a car I'd be a Hellcat

If I were a city I'd be Los Angeles

If I were a river I'd be the Missouri

If I were a pet I'd be an Independent Bulldog

If I were a food I'd be an American Porterhouse

If I were a planet I'd be Pluto

If I were a board game I'd be Monopoly

If I were a building I'd be the Eiffel tower

If I were a famous person I’d be Adam Sandler

If I were a sport I'd be NASCAR

If I were a drink I'd be Mountain Dew

If I were a TV show I'd be Gravity falls

Experience poem

I remember a funeral when I was young

I remember a wedding or 2

I remember the fun time and the bad

I remember the first time I shot

I remember the first car I drove

I remember the Hellcat

And my first hunt to

I remember my first deer and last Christmas too

I will remember and I will forget but I will always have memories good and bad  to come but I will always remember the ones that were once fun

Cinquain

Turtles

Live in the

Sea like people

Live in the world

Turtles

Acrostic poem

Steak

Eggs

Taste great

Hate

Ham

Amazed

Young

Smart

Free verse poem

It's a prison

They feed you slop

They watch you like a hawk

When you don't come they look for you

When they look you can't hide so you run

Then they put you in a cell for hours at a time

Then it repeats till 3:36 when the sentence is done

Then its repeated till you're 18 and done

Then you celebrate the long years and watch more suffer the wrath of the prison where they get fed slop and can't run and play and you wish them good luck as they go in and stay till 3:36 on every day and you can do nothing but say sorry, but your not lucky at all

Shape poem