tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299379872009-02-20T18:49:23.368-08:00Kids Poetry CampCarnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823605079492162006-06-20T10:12:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:27:21.360-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/marypoem2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/marypoem2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Mary<br /><br />Lie,<br />I'm a supper [super] star<br />I'm a bat <br />I like bruslsprowts [brussel sprouts]<br />I like rats<br />I'm a mountain<br />I'm a note<br />I'm katchup [ketchup]<br />I'm a word<br />I like to eat little birds<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082360507949216?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823523164416532006-06-20T10:10:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:33:12.016-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/marypoem1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/marypoem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Poem by Mary<br />I used to colect shels<br />Now I colect frogs<br />I used to be in first grade<br />Now I'm in fith [fifth] grade<br />I used to like math<br />Now I like reading<br />I used to eat hamburgers<br />Now I eat chicken fingers<br />I used to like blue <br />Now I like yellow<br />I used to want to be<br />Now I want to be a dancer<br />I used to be writing <br />Now I am done<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082352316441653?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823448354546272006-06-20T10:09:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:10:48.356-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/marypainting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/marypainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Painting by Mary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082344835454627?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823375005284062006-06-20T10:08:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:38:47.726-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/Lynseypoem2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/Lynseypoem2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Lynsey<br />If I were water I would flood everyones house.<br />If I were water I'd turn a consturction site into a pool<br />If I were water I'd go in peoples homes and destroy their<br />prized pesetions [possessions]<br />If I were water I'd make the desert wet. <br />If I were water I would break everything I see.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082337500528406?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823272551385352006-06-20T10:06:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:42:05.556-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/Lynseypoem1.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/Lynseypoem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Lynsey<br />I wish for money,<br />To give to homeless people. <br />I wish for Ice cream lunch, breakfast, and dinner.<br />I wish buses were like limozines [limousines].<br />I wish cars were free.<br />I wish food was free.<br />I wish your parents did whatever you want.<br />I wish every home had a miad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082327255138535?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823198925519982006-06-20T10:05:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:06:38.926-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/Lynseypainting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/Lynseypainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Painting by Lynsey<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082319892551998?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823133945810632006-06-20T10:04:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:55:53.476-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/juliepoem2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/juliepoem2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Poem by Julie<br />I used to be a file cabniet [cabinet] now I'm a desk<br />I used to be a desk now I'm a purse.<br />I used to be a purse now I'm a book<br />I used to be a book now I'm a bunny<br />I used to be a bunny now I'm a door<br />I used to be a door now I'm a doormat<br />I used to be a doormat now I'm a moose<br />I used to be a moose now I'm Julie Anne<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082313394581063?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150823018697326912006-06-20T10:02:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:52:29.726-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/juliepoem1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/juliepoem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Julie<br />I had a dream where everything <br />was pink and blue then I heard<br />a pink. It was from a pink girl<br />taping a blue bell. I wished she<br />was gone. She was gone as <br />quick as a rabbit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082301869732691?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150822967287476682006-06-20T10:00:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:02:47.290-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/juliepainting.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/juliepainting.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Painting by Julie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082296728747668?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150822798882948142006-06-20T09:58:00.000-07:002006-06-20T10:57:43.410-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/henrypoem2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/henrypoem2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Henry<br />I Dream a Dragon<br />coming to my<br />House and<br />Flying me <br />Somwarer [Somewhere]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082279888294814?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150822700342520902006-06-20T09:57:00.000-07:002006-06-20T11:02:05.343-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/henrypoem1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/henrypoem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Henry<br />I Dream of a Dragon<br />coming to my House<br />and flying me<br />to somewaer [somewhere]<br />and teching [teaching] me how<br />to breathe fire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082270034252090?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150822648170544762006-06-20T09:56:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:57:28.170-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/henrypainting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/henrypainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Painting by Henry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082264817054476?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150822579983207502006-06-20T09:55:00.000-07:002006-06-20T11:20:54.293-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/antoniapoem2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/antoniapoem2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Antonia<br />I used to drink Pepsi but now I drink 7up.<br />I used to listen to hip-hop but now I <br />listen to rock. I used to be a dandelion<br />but now I'm a rose. I used to like <br />blue but now I like pink. I used to <br />like football but now I like basketball.<br />I used to be a orange but now I'm an apple.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082257998320750?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150822517774314502006-06-20T09:54:00.000-07:002006-06-20T11:22:39.260-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/1600/antoniapoem1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/3201/400/antoniapoem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Poem by Antonia<br />I am the snow sprinkling <br />down on everything. Changing<br />colors dark and bright. I am the<br />snow soft, cold and beautiful. The <br />beautiful white snow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082251777431450?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150821957591364922006-06-20T09:31:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:45:57.600-07:00"Bison"<br />Poem by Lynsey<br /><br />He looks like black and brown<br />cotton balls. He has a hump on his head.<br />He has brown mud on his mouth. He<br />has a tag on his right ear. One eye<br />looks closed and the other is open. The <br />bison looks hurt. He looks mad!<br />He's thinking about the animal or<br />person who tried to hurt him and <br />he wants to hurt them back.<br />He thinks, "I love the sunrise."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082195759136492?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150821076002635422006-06-20T09:29:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:31:16.003-07:00"Comparisons"<br />Poem by Lynsey<br /><br />The grass is like seaweed.<br />The house is like a box.<br />The wind is like steam.<br />The snow is like Icecream. <br />The sun is like a happy face.<br />The stars are like cookie cutters.<br />The apple is like wheels.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082107600263542?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150820621731699972006-06-20T09:21:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:23:41.733-07:00Poem by Henry<br /><br />If I was snow<br />I would cover the tres [trees] so <br />the kids wood not have school <br />I would cover all the Hills<br />so all the kids could <br />sla [sleigh] ride.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082062173169997?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150820502866958912006-06-20T09:18:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:21:42.866-07:00Poem by Henry<br /><br />I'm sorry air plan [plane] because<br />I gave you to crazy person and <br />he crashed you in to a bilding [building].<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082050286695891?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150820242221122072006-06-20T09:15:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:17:22.223-07:00Poem by Antonia<br /><br />I dream I go to Disneyland.<br />I dream I would be famous.<br />I dream I could help the poor.<br />I dream of living in the city.<br />I dream of living in the country.<br />I dream of owning a restaurant.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082024222112207?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150820103344489952006-06-20T09:11:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:15:03.346-07:00Poem by Antonia<br /><br />Her lipstick was as red<br />as a apple. She was <br />as pretty as a white rose. His <br />eyes twinkled like the stars.<br />Her hair was as long as a leaf. The shadow<br />was as dark as the night sky. The apple<br />was as shiny as a diamond. The <br />clouds are as puffy as cottonballs.<br />The diamond sparkled lke glitter. The paper<br />was as white as the <br />clouds. The wind was as strong as a <br />tree swaying.<br />His goldfish was as<br />orange as a orange.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115082010334448995?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29937987.post-1150819731024448872006-06-20T09:06:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:25:15.073-07:00Poem by Mary<br /><br />I'm sory [sorry] Dear <br />Blanket for all<br />I have done.<br /><br />chewing a hole<br />Leacking [leaking] my<br />Lunch.<br /><br />all I want insted [instead]<br />of giving you a punch<br /><br />is apologize for<br />spiling [spilling] my lunch<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29937987-115081973102444887?l=kids-poetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Carnegie Center Kids Poetry Camphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07891207772665575894noreply@blogger.com0