Mrs. Love, period 2
The Love of the Game
• It's Friday night,
• I've got a game
• We play the Indians,
• My best friend's team
• My uniform's on
• It's only 4 o'clock
• Mom says we leave
• 5:30 on the dot
• Tonight's our first game
• I'm fast in my new cleats
• My glove's broken-in
• cause I've slept on it for weeks
• I'm still a little nervous
• but not about playing
• I'm wondering which girls are there
• and what I'm going to be saying
• This poem is a free verse. It doesn’t rhyme or
have a regular meter.
• The poem is also a ballad. It narrates the life
of a typical young baseball player.
Jon- My football Hero
• One day my little boy of three
• With great big smiling eyes
• Said, "I'm going to play some football mom
• With all the bigger guys!"
• Dressed in homemade football gear
• You raced out towards the street
• I chuckled to myself, but yet...
• My heart plunged to my feet.
• You came back in fifteen minutes
• No scratches on your skin
• With much dismay you then announced,
• "They wouldn't let me in"!
• You claimed they said you couldn't play
• Because you were too small
• I promised you you'd play one day
• When you grew strong and tall.
• My promise to you held so true
• For now that time is here,
• My smiling football player
• Is in his senior year
• I'm proud of you and all you've done
• And for all that you will be
• If I just had one wish, I'd wish
• That you could still be three.
• This poem incorporates rhyme scheme. Every
even number line rhymes, ex 2-4, 6-8, 10-12.
• This poem is also a ballad, written by a mother
about her son who is a high school football
• The bull is in the gate
• You lower yourself to rest on his back
• He moos a threatening sound full of hate
• You nod you’re out there's no turning back
• He takes off you hold on for life
• He twists you follow your body cracking
• 3 seconds in he's winning
• Your hand is weakening your fingers cramping
• 5 seconds in you’re full of pain
• Your body says give up
• Your mind says I can win
• 7 seconds in you’re almost done
• Your hand starts slipping
• 8 seconds in you hear the buzzer
• you let go, fall down, stand up
• Your legs are weak your body quivering
• But you won that silver buckle
• On your belt it slides
• Another trophy from your
• 8 second rides
In this poem, there is an onomatopoeia. In the
third line, the bull “moos.” Onomatopoeia is a
sound/noise made that is expressed in words.
Also, at the beginning and end of the poem,
rhyme scheme is used.
Tribute to Dale Earnhardt Sr.
• I have built this machine with bleeding hands
• I have shaped it to slice the wind
• I have shined it with polish and sweat
• I have balanced it with feel
• and powered it with iron and steel
• I will become one with it and give it life
• I will know the wind like the falcon
• I will know speed like the cheetah
• I will not have fear
• for this is where my spirit is free
• The author of this poem uses imagery to help
the reader picture the passion of the sport
and all of the hard work Dale Earnhardt put
into being the best driver.
• I liked this poem because of the word choice
and how the author used these words to bring
the poem some life.
• She stands so tall over the water, higher than all
Diving so smoothly, slicing in like a knifeShe carves
her strokes in perfect flightReaching over the
surfaces, she breathes in airFast through the water
she rips and tearsShe's ahead of the others, the
audience will cheerShe flips and heads back, now the
finish is nearPulling and straining with all of her
mightShe races to the end never giving up the fight
As she reaches the wall, she's beaten them all!
• This poem uses a simile “slicing in like a knife.”
This is a simile because it is a comparison
• I liked this poem because it captures the
intensity of the sport and describes it in a
• Basketball is the sport of kings,From the toss of the jump ball
to when the buzzer rings.In basketball you have to try your
best,Once you do you'll beat all the rest.If you want to win,
never lose hope,When there is a problem, learn to cope.Take
your shots with confidence,Never with incompetenceJump up
for a rebound with all your might,Don't ever do it in a state of
fright.Ask for help when you're in need,For if you don't, you'll
• This author uses a couplet in the poem, with
lines rhyming one after another.
• I liked the poem because as a former Rec
Basketball All-American, I appreciate the heart
that this fellow hooper put in to the poem.
How I Fly
• I am a skateboardFlying through the air.Doing anything becauseI don't really care.
Flipping and grindingWith all my might.Once I catch some air,I know I'm in flight.
• Spinning and twistingWith my natural-born flair.Swirling like the bladeThat is
cutting my hair.Being watched by my fans,While doing my best.With the sweat
running down my chest,I know in my heartI'm better than the rest.
• But I have to confessWhy I am the best? It is the heart that my God gave me
Planted in my chest.
The author of this poem uses a rhyme scheme.
There are multiple times in the poem where it
rhymes every other line.
What also draws me to this poem is the use of a
hyperbole. It is an extreme exaggeration
because the author isn’t actually a skateboard.
A cheerleader is special and shows great pride, With
poms in her hands
and a megaphone by her side.A smile on her face and
spirit in her heart, She leads the crowd
with moves that are sharp.Add In jumps and stunts
and chants to yell, Being a cheerleader
is really quite swell !!!!
• I chose this poem because there wasn’t many
other poems on the websites that I was
looking at. This is probably one of my least
favorite out of the poems I chose. I do like the
imagery used in the poem, it makes me think
of football season.
You Can Argue with a Tennis Ball
• You can argue with a tennis ballor argue with your hat.You can argue with bananasor a
broken baseball bat.You can argue with your locker.You can argue with your shoe.You can
argue all day longuntil your face is turning blue.You can argue with a pickle.You can argue
with a bee.It's a fact that you can arguewith most anything you see.You can argue with the
football fieldor argue with the bleachers.But I've found it isn't very smartto argue with the
• This poem exemplifies personification.
Arguing is a human trait, and objects like
tennis balls, pickles, and shoes can not argue
like the poem says.
• I like this poem because aside from the
unrealistic aspects mentioned above, the
poem is very truthful in saying it isn’t smart to
argue with teachers.
Basketball’s My Favorite Sport
• Basketball's my favorite sport.I dribble up and down the court.The ball
goes bouncing off my toesand beans the teacher on the nose.He stumbles
back and grabs his noseand hits the wall and down he goes.The other
players stop and stare.They've never heard the teacher swear.With no
one playing anymore, I grab the ball. I shoot. I score.I love this game! It's
so much fun.The teacher cried, but, hey--we won.
• This poem contains a very extreme
exaggeration, a hyperbole.
• When the teacher’s nose is hit, the poem says
that his nose falls off, this would not happen!
• My favorite part of this poem was the rhyme
scheme. (sorry if I’ve used this more than 2
times, I’m just saying I like it)
Strawberry Banana Yogurt, Xbox, A Good Friend
I love playing lacrosse
I like peanut butter and banana sandwiches
Common sense is important to me.
Sense of humor is important to me.
Kindness is important to me.
I am kind to most.
Sometimes, I am lazy, but most of the time I’m not.
Lacrosse is awesome.
I eat foods containing bananas everyday because they rock.
People need to be nice.
Baking, Eating, Smiling
Holiday dinner’s finale
Writing, Rushing, Rhyming
Words, Rhymes, Frustration, Depression
Crying, Whining, Dying
Old people, boring
Swinging, hitting, moving
Racquet, ball, stick, net
Running, slashing, shooting
Poetry is so fun
Just because I’m not poetic
Don’t make fun of me
Don’t give me a poor grade
Just because I’m not poetic
It doesn’t mean I can’t write a poem
It doesn’t stop me from finishing this project
It doesn’t mean I don’t have a way with words
Just because I’m not poetic
Still I struggle with finishing my project
Can’t wait until this is over
Just because I’m not poetic – please teach me your poetic ways