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Happiness
by Ben, fifth grade poet

Happiness is a book,
Changing on every page,
Sometimes you'll get a milkshake; sometimes you'll get spinach,
Like an ocean wave, going up and down.

Happiness is a ship,
Sailing on an ocean,
Like notes in a song, up and down,
A work of art.

Happiness is a milkshake,
Cold and tasty,
Quite a treat,
Until you get a brain freeze.

Happiness is a piece of chocolate,
Sweet and tasty,
Melts in your mouth,
But doesn't last forever.

(Click here to view/print Ben and three of his fifth grade classmates' four-metaphor poems.)

 

Art
by Caelan, sixth grade poet

Art is a river
Flowing over the landscape
A never-ending thing
With natural beauty.

Art is time
Constantly changing
Always evolving
And going on forever.

Art is a mountain
With natural beauty
Bold and inspiring
And comes in all shapes and sizes.

Art is a thumbprint
It has individuality
It is different from everything else
It has “you” written all over it.

(Click here to view/print Caelan and three of his sixth grade classmates' four-metaphor poems.)

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Love
by Alexis, seventh grade poet

Love is a best friend
That will never leave
Your side when you
Feel like you want
To cry or when you
Feel like you are lost
In a nightmare.
Love always comes
To find you.

Love is the intense heat
Of the sun warming
Up your heart,
Making your eyes
Sparkle like diamonds
On a ring.

Love is a box of
Chocolates on
Valentine’s Day
From that special
Someone. When
You open up the box
And smell the
Chocolate, caramel,
Coconut, or peanut butter,
It makes you want
To taste love
Even more.

Love is a tear drop,
Sliding down a woman’s
Cheek when she finds
Out that he is with
Somebody else,
That he just doesn’t
Love her the way
She wants him to, or
That he says it’s time
To see other people.
Love is just not fair.

(Click here to view/print Alexis and two of her classmates' four- metaphor poems.)