Poems Galore By: William D Wreh

1. Poems GaloreBy: William D Wreh Poetry Anthology

2. Teachers Rock Tenderhearted Exciting Awesome Caring Helpful Educate Radiant By William Wreh

3. It’s My Birthday Today’s my birthday It is a special birthday I am ten years old By William Wreh

4. Alliteration Dewdrops Dancing Down DaisiesBy Paul McCannDon't delay dawns disarming display . Dusk demands daylight . Dewdrops dwell delicatelydrawing dazzling delight .Dewdrops dilute daisies domain. Distinguished debutantes . Diamonds defray delivereddaylights distilled daisy dance .

5. Personification Two Sunflowers Move in the Yellow Room. "Ah, William, we're weary of weather,"said the sunflowers, shining with dew."Our traveling habits have tired us.Can you give us a room with a view?" They arranged themselves at the windowand counted the steps of the sun,and they both took root in the carpetwhere the topaz tortoises run. By William Blake(1757-1827)

6. Hyperboles Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese. It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the window and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones, Prune pits, peach pits, orange peels, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts . . . The garbage rolled on down the hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall . . . Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs Globs of gooey bubble gum, Cellophane from green baloney, Rubbery blubbery macaroni, Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie, Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, Cold french fries and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. At least the garbage reached so high That finally it touched the sky. And all the neighbors moved away, And none of her friends would come to play. And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, “OK, I’ll take the garbage out!” But then, of course, it was too late . . . The garbage reached across the state, From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate, Poor Sarah met an awful fate, That I cannot right now relate Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout And always take the garbage out! By Shel Silverstein

7. Tone Poems I think the tone in this poem is clumsiness because he gets hurt a lot. He already has at least 35 band-aids on him. Band-Aids By Shel Silverstein I have a Band-Aid on my finger, One on my knee, and one on my nose, One on my heel, and two on my shoulder, Three on my elbow, and nine on my toes. Two on my wrist, and one on my ankle, One on my chin, and one on my thigh, Four on my belly, and five on my bottom, One on my forehead, and one on my eye. One on my neck and in case I might need’em I have a box full of thirty-five more. But oh! I do think it’s sort of a pity I don’t have a cut or sore!

8. Theme Poems I think the theme in this poem is determination because even though it took her 89 years, Melinda ate an entire whale. Melinda Mae By Shel Silverstein Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae, Who ate a monstrous whale? She thought she could She said she would,- So she started right at the tail. And everyone said, "Your much too small,” But that didn’t bother Melinda at all. She took little bites and she chewed very slowly, Just like a good girl should… …And in eighty-nine years she ate the whole whale Because she said she would!