Hi! So I wrote a poem for Language Arts, (it's emulated from the poem Oranges by Gary Soto) and I want to know if I did a good job! (I've been relying on opinions lately. . . :T) I've been writing poems since I was five so I am confident I did a good job, so without further ado, here's my poem:
The first time I made
A friend, I was five,
Alone and sad
With two eyes wet with tears.
February, pink petals
Beneath the spring trees, my tears
Upon my face, then gone,
As a girl walked toward
Me, the one whose
Eyes emitted happiness
Sparkly and welcoming, in every moment.
A wind roared in my ears, until
She invited me to play
At the playground, smile bright
With joy. I sniffled,
Followed her, and she led
Me to the playground, nearby
A swingset and a row
Of freshly painted benches,
Until we were standing
Before her friends. We
Ran, the school bell
Bringing all the children
To the school doors.
I looked at the girls
Running like sprinters,
And joined them in the run -
Happiness in their eyes, laughter
Starting as a quiet giggle
Then a roar. I felt
A tickle in my throat,
And when I least expected,
That tickle surged up my throat,
I started to laugh.
I looked at
The girl, then the others,
And stopped laughing at
The moment. When I smiled,
Their eyes met mine,
And smiled, knowing
Very well what I was to
Them.
Inside,
A few students walking past,
Sunlight shining like bright
Spotlights on the tile.
I took my friend?s hand
As we skipped down the hall.
Then released it to let
Us go to our classes.
I walked into my class
That was so warm unlike
The cold of February
That, for once,
My tears hadn't remained and
I finally felt warmth inside my heart.
A friend, I was five,
Alone and sad
With two eyes wet with tears.
February, pink petals
Beneath the spring trees, my tears
Upon my face, then gone,
As a girl walked toward
Me, the one whose
Eyes emitted happiness
Sparkly and welcoming, in every moment.
A wind roared in my ears, until
She invited me to play
At the playground, smile bright
With joy. I sniffled,
Followed her, and she led
Me to the playground, nearby
A swingset and a row
Of freshly painted benches,
Until we were standing
Before her friends. We
Ran, the school bell
Bringing all the children
To the school doors.
I looked at the girls
Running like sprinters,
And joined them in the run -
Happiness in their eyes, laughter
Starting as a quiet giggle
Then a roar. I felt
A tickle in my throat,
And when I least expected,
That tickle surged up my throat,
I started to laugh.
I looked at
The girl, then the others,
And stopped laughing at
The moment. When I smiled,
Their eyes met mine,
And smiled, knowing
Very well what I was to
Them.
Inside,
A few students walking past,
Sunlight shining like bright
Spotlights on the tile.
I took my friend?s hand
As we skipped down the hall.
Then released it to let
Us go to our classes.
I walked into my class
That was so warm unlike
The cold of February
That, for once,
My tears hadn't remained and
I finally felt warmth inside my heart.
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