Poetry is....

Today was the first meeting for the 2014-15 school year.  Creating writing club members started out the year by writing a group poem describing poetry using similes and metaphors to compare poetry to an animal, activity, food, and a place.

Which line do you like the most? What is poetry like to you? Respond in the comments!

If you're interested in joining the club, please come to our next meeting on Wednesday, October 1 @ 8:45 in room 135.

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by Grady Riester, Grant Kaplan, Valentina Villarroel, and Rishab Jain

Poetry is like skating.
Picking up speed
not waiting as your ideas develop,
and maybe you mess up,
but you get back on,
and keep going...

Poetry is like a field of roses in spring
Sprouting a new bud with every expression
of the soul;
forming one large plane of ideas.

Poetry is like a Thanksgiving feast with your family
overflowing with emotion,
full of variety to fit everyone's preference,
and a feeling of satisfaction by the end.

Poetry is like a human:
diverse, unique, and full of expressions.
Poetry has many turns and falls
until matured to perfection with a purpose.

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by Julia Rubin, Harriette Hanley, Laura Bea, and Autumn Desanti

Poetry is like a peach.
Juicy, colorful with a deep pit
Full of surprises in every one.

Poetry is like flowing water
along the paper
with the end being refreshing.

Poetry is like New Orleans.
All the ideas and all the cultures
flowing together to create
one harmonious thought.

Poetry is like a puppy dog
always fun
and making others happy
and filled with joy.

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by Jordyn Kurlander, Hannahh Isaacs, Ileana Toro, and Kian Bagherlee

Poetry is a soft flow of words
like a wave.
The wave goes in and out softly,
taking in sand to be abandoned
in the middle of the sea
as our minds are abandoned in though.

A poem is like a deer
Giving you mixed feels of
happiness
peacefulness
and at times
curiosity
of the deep thoughts
it has inside itself.

Poetry is like a tall building
staring at us.
People walking everywhere,
and statues look like
they are looking at us.

Poetry is as scrumptious as a cake.
The different words and thoughts bursting
after you let it bake.
Craving more
after each inspirational bite.
Pulling out the mix for a long
waiting period to be spread with happiness
at first sight.