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Thursday, February 9, 2012
Bell-Ringer: Another Life Poetry
As a bell-ringer, students wrote poems based on the following prompt from The Daily Spark: Poetry.
Another Life
Write a poem from the point of view of a homeless person or a billionaire. Remember to be responsible and respectful.
FIFTEEN LINES MINIMUM!
Add your poem as a comment.
When you are finished, you can read your peers' poems quietly.
You wonder why I'm a hobo and sleep in a cardboard box Well its not because I'm lazy, I just don't want to be rich like Megan Fox I am who I am, a hobo forever Your probably thinking I should change for the better I have no money and my family has left I wish I had tooth paste to cover my bad breathe I go to the bathroom wherever my heart desires I sometimes sit and wonder what it would be like to be a famous race car driver I only have one friend whose just like me his name is Landon I know he will never leave me abandoned In all you may feel sorry for me at times But to tell you the truth you shouldn’t because I love my life I may be the best hobo there is because I don’t ask for money I dig through trashes to eat and stay alive I sometimes even find a half eaten take five By:Gabriela Lizeth Gomez
Brighter than a penny Bigger than a nickel Worth more than a dime And glistens with a shine I have found a quarter this afternoon stroking it ever so gently, I cradle it to my body I know this will be one of many I am blessed for my patience For no one understands me than greater than this quarter Who has been left to fade away unnoticed at the bottom Through time it will fade and dirty will be its friend But till the end, it will hold its value Why will no one search for me, treasure me, or hold me dear I promise just like the quarter I will remain the same My value will never change It is only hidden
I am rich and stuck up and not a nice guy you are poor and weak with nothing to buy i rule the world in my own mind you are always caught up in a bind it must suck to me broke i am rich and you are a joke i have never been hard up for cash like you you stink and people say "pee you" you are a hobo that has no family i am a saint that loves no body if you see me i wont akknowledge you but dont take it personally because im better than you im not bragging but your always begging im rich with clothes that rock your poor and live in a box
I may be rich, but I don't have friends. They use me for my money. They are always in need of something. I have a purse dog, her name is Minnie. I dress her up in clothes. She goes everywhere with me. I didn't come from a rich family, I made my own way. I suddenly have TONS of new family members... I live in a mansion, With a pool and everything. With extreme parties, And other rich people, including celebrities. My life is never a bore!
I am a hobo Proud to be one Don't feel any sympathy for me none at all I feel no sympathy for you You can give me money I won't accept it My life is great I have no friends I am a loner
By: Dylan Moricz You have bathing supplies I have the leftovers from the trashcan I love my box So cold and quiet I feel at peace when I'm in my box Sometimes a stray cat walks by and I say hi It just walks away in terror That's ok I enjoy being a hobo who is able to go to the bathroom wherever and whenever I want
I love my dumpster who would wanna be a millionaire they'd have friends they didn't know existed I get free food, free house.. people feel sorry for me but why? I love this place my friends I quite miss but this dumpster provides me bliss Trisha wishes she could be like me we all know this dumpster is the place to be I'm open to any visitors whether it be a coon or rat I give nightly tours I steal cars every night put them back in the morning Ms. Shaw has yet to find out who took hers
I am the richest guy in the here I have real diamonds in my ear I own the 30 of the nicest cars you will find In them are the nicest seat warmers for you behind I like to race them around the track But my driving skill suck I'm always in the back The stuff in my house really shows who I am My favorite thing to eat is Spam in a can My house rises to the highest floors In the front is my 30 foot door I have a giant pool in the back It sits right next to my basketball shack I love my life of money But i have no real friends or a hunny It is so true, money can't buy you anything
I wanted this, yet in the end it turned out to be a nightmare. People hounding your life at all hours, begging out for money. Why must it have such a strong appeal?
To be honest, it lured me in the beginning. But now after gaining the world, I have lost anyone that has ever meant anything to me. Its horrible price was the absence of love.
Others may weigh money as more precious than love, but money can't hold you strongly, as you lie on your deathbed. Money makes life easier and gives you freedom, but in reality, its allure is a deceitful.
Money does not buy happiness, I mean sure, its not as good to have less, but you love what you do and you never feel blue, it doesn't matter what you make, but rather, what you take, from what you learn. You must always yearn, yearn to live and thrive, live to survive. I've lived a fair life, with little to no strife. I earn my money honestly, and never obsess over worldly objects that are only worth air, I am a billionaire.
What's in a dollar? I've asked myself the same question for many, many years I've gone in circles trying figure it out. And it's not a simple question either, otherwise I'd be much happier. It's not that rectangular piece of paper (I ripped a 100 dollar bill) That gets you that new car you want Or that special gift for a special someone (I ripped a second 100 dollar bill) No, if it were that simple, I wouldn’t be going mad What is in a DOLLAR?? Is it that little artifact that runs this country? The object that drives the sanest people (I grabbed ten 100 dollar bills and tried to see how easily they’d rip.) To do things they wouldn’t normally. All for that piece of paper. That rotten thing that governs my entire way of life.
I am rich for a reason its good that I am rich then to be broke not having any worries such as what to eat or what to wear I am better the the 99% of the Americans there is only 1 percent of of people in United States like me what ever I want I can get I have good cars and many big houses Its a good life Many people wish they could have what I have I do what I can to help people I give away money but I sill have a lot
I'm a hobo living on the street. I walk all day on my bare feet. Many people drive by and stare, But I know they don't care. I spend my time begging for money, And many times I get laughed at, like it's funny. I keep my head up strong, Because I have to provide for my young. There's no place like this city, No one here gives you any pity. But I won't ever get down, There are great times when I work as a clown. I will fight every day. To work hard and get some pay. And that's all I have to say.
Alone, always feeling alone surrounded by piles of stuff meaningless abundance of junk what is the point of success if one has no one to share it with I have not always been this way when work completely consumes me My family is now gone I have accumulated money I could have any object in the world but nothing could compare to family all is gone, all has left alone and broken with nothing left money is cold and harsh, not good Complete emptiness fills my heart Nothing more and nothing less
Things are never done alone You've got to give it a little push Some people say I'm selfish I rarely help others They're not the ones that have helped me They don't know how much I've given to obtain my spot With determination anything is possible Others sit there and expect things to happen I always knew I'd rise above While others sit and stare around I wonder how much longer I'll remain rich Unless the economy goes really broke and I loose it all They all wish they could be like me Try harder and maybe you will Until then look up at me from down there I'm soaring in the sky I'm smiling You're wondering for your next meal And pouting! For now I'll enjoy my life!
My Hobo Poem
ReplyDeleteYou wonder why I'm a hobo and sleep in a cardboard box
Well its not because I'm lazy, I just don't want to be rich like Megan Fox
I am who I am, a hobo forever
Your probably thinking I should change for the better
I have no money and my family has left
I wish I had tooth paste to cover my bad breathe
I go to the bathroom wherever my heart desires
I sometimes sit and wonder what it would be like to be a famous race car driver
I only have one friend whose just like me his name is Landon
I know he will never leave me abandoned
In all you may feel sorry for me at times
But to tell you the truth you shouldn’t because I love my life
I may be the best hobo there is because I don’t ask for money
I dig through trashes to eat and stay alive
I sometimes even find a half eaten take five
By:Gabriela Lizeth Gomez
Brighter than a penny
ReplyDeleteBigger than a nickel
Worth more than a dime
And glistens with a shine
I have found a quarter this afternoon
stroking it ever so gently, I cradle it to my body
I know this will be one of many
I am blessed for my patience
For no one understands me than greater than this quarter
Who has been left to fade away unnoticed at the bottom
Through time it will fade and dirty will be its friend
But till the end, it will hold its value
Why will no one search for me, treasure me, or hold me dear
I promise just like the quarter I will remain the same
My value will never change
It is only hidden
I am rich and stuck up and not a nice guy
ReplyDeleteyou are poor and weak with nothing to buy
i rule the world in my own mind
you are always caught up in a bind
it must suck to me broke
i am rich and you are a joke
i have never been hard up for cash like you
you stink and people say "pee you"
you are a hobo that has no family
i am a saint that loves no body
if you see me i wont akknowledge you
but dont take it personally because im better than you
im not bragging but your always begging
im rich with clothes that rock
your poor and live in a box
My Billionaire Poem
ReplyDeleteI may be rich,
but I don't have friends.
They use me for my money.
They are always in need of something.
I have a purse dog, her name is Minnie.
I dress her up in clothes.
She goes everywhere with me.
I didn't come from a rich family,
I made my own way.
I suddenly have TONS of new family members...
I live in a mansion,
With a pool and everything.
With extreme parties,
And other rich people, including celebrities.
My life is never a bore!
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteI am a hobo
ReplyDeleteProud to be one
Don't feel any sympathy for me none at all
I feel no sympathy for you
You can give me money
I won't accept it
My life is great
I have no friends I am a loner
By: Dylan Moricz
You have bathing supplies
I have the leftovers from the trashcan
I love my box
So cold and quiet
I feel at peace when I'm in my box
Sometimes a stray cat walks by and I say hi
It just walks away in terror
That's ok I enjoy being a hobo who is able to go to the bathroom wherever and whenever I want
I love my dumpster
ReplyDeletewho would wanna be a millionaire
they'd have friends they didn't know existed
I get free food, free house..
people feel sorry for me
but why? I love this place
my friends I quite miss
but this dumpster provides me bliss
Trisha wishes she could be like me
we all know this dumpster is the place to be
I'm open to any visitors
whether it be a coon or rat
I give nightly tours
I steal cars every night
put them back in the morning
Ms. Shaw has yet to find out who took hers
I am the richest guy in the here
ReplyDeleteI have real diamonds in my ear
I own the 30 of the nicest cars you will find
In them are the nicest seat warmers for you behind
I like to race them around the track
But my driving skill suck I'm always in the back
The stuff in my house really shows who I am
My favorite thing to eat is Spam in a can
My house rises to the highest floors
In the front is my 30 foot door
I have a giant pool in the back
It sits right next to my basketball shack
I love my life of money
But i have no real friends or a hunny
It is so true, money can't buy you anything
Another Life ~ As A Billionaire
ReplyDeleteI wanted this, yet in the end it turned out to be a nightmare.
People hounding your life at all hours,
begging out for money.
Why must it have such a strong appeal?
To be honest, it lured me in the beginning.
But now after gaining the world,
I have lost anyone that has ever meant anything to me.
Its horrible price was the absence of love.
Others may weigh money as more precious than love,
but money can't hold you strongly,
as you lie on your deathbed.
Money makes life easier and gives you freedom,
but in reality, its allure is a deceitful.
Money does not buy happiness,
ReplyDeleteI mean sure, its not as good to have less,
but you love what you do
and you never feel blue,
it doesn't matter what you make,
but rather, what you take,
from what you learn.
You must always yearn,
yearn to live and thrive,
live to survive.
I've lived a fair life,
with little to no strife.
I earn my money honestly,
and never obsess over worldly
objects that are only worth air,
I am a billionaire.
What's in a dollar?
ReplyDeleteI've asked myself the same question for many, many years
I've gone in circles trying figure it out.
And it's not a simple question either, otherwise I'd be much happier.
It's not that rectangular piece of paper
(I ripped a 100 dollar bill)
That gets you that new car you want
Or that special gift for a special someone
(I ripped a second 100 dollar bill)
No, if it were that simple, I wouldn’t be going mad
What is in a DOLLAR??
Is it that little artifact that runs this country?
The object that drives the sanest people
(I grabbed ten 100 dollar bills and tried to see how easily they’d rip.)
To do things they wouldn’t normally.
All for that piece of paper.
That rotten thing that governs my entire way of life.
I am rich for a reason
ReplyDeleteits good that I am rich
then to be broke
not having any worries
such as what to eat or what to wear
I am better the the 99% of the Americans
there is only 1 percent of of people in United States like me
what ever I want I can get
I have good cars
and many big houses
Its a good life
Many people wish they could have what I have
I do what I can to help people
I give away money
but I sill have a lot
I'm a hobo living on the street.
ReplyDeleteI walk all day on my bare feet.
Many people drive by and stare,
But I know they don't care.
I spend my time begging for money,
And many times I get laughed at, like it's funny.
I keep my head up strong,
Because I have to provide for my young.
There's no place like this city,
No one here gives you any pity.
But I won't ever get down,
There are great times when I work as a clown.
I will fight every day.
To work hard and get some pay.
And that's all I have to say.
Alone, always feeling alone
ReplyDeletesurrounded by piles of stuff
meaningless abundance of junk
what is the point of success if
one has no one to share it with
I have not always been this way
when work completely consumes me
My family is now gone
I have accumulated money
I could have any object in the world
but nothing could compare to family
all is gone, all has left
alone and broken with nothing left
money is cold and harsh, not good
Complete emptiness fills my heart
Nothing more and nothing less
Brooke Elphic
billionaire
Things are never done alone
ReplyDeleteYou've got to give it a little push
Some people say I'm selfish
I rarely help others
They're not the ones that have helped me
They don't know how much I've given to obtain my spot
With determination anything is possible
Others sit there and expect things to happen
I always knew I'd rise above
While others sit and stare around
I wonder how much longer I'll remain rich
Unless the economy goes really broke and I loose it all
They all wish they could be like me
Try harder and maybe you will
Until then look up at me from down there
I'm soaring in the sky
I'm smiling
You're wondering for your next meal
And pouting!
For now I'll enjoy my life!