Poetic devices

A poem is a "A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song, and that is usually rhythmical and metaphorical." WWW.Answer.com
I think poems are supposed to make people feel different. They can make you laugh cry or feel depressed. There are different types of poems such as Haikus, simile or maybe a free stanza( all these types of poems you can find on the net).
A poetic device is things like: Similes, oxymoron's and stanza etc.

All the definitions of these things you can find at http://poetrycool.tripod.com/devices.htm

 Below is my poem that i wrote in 5th grade
      My Heart Poem
The trees swaying in the breeze
The thundering of the horses hoofs
The fake colors of the sunset

Speak to me

The way I speed through the air on my bike

The tugging on my line when I fish

The blue skies far and near

Speak to me

The joyful wagging of my dog's tail

The loving greetings of my mom and dad

The funny times I spend with my brother

Speak to me

The smell of the Empanadas

The glory I feel when I score a goal

The hawks soaring up above

Speak to me

The adventurous dreams I get when I sleep

The feeling of pride I get when I present

The water spraying when I am on my skim-board

Speak to me

The happy smiles and jokes of my friends

Speak to me

And my heart soars

 

 Sofia Infante 5A

October, 2009

 

The life of Milk

                                               

I stand straight up on the shelves next to all the rest of the orphan milks. I don’t understand why anyone won’t adopt me, is the price tag I have. Or is it the gross dirty eye patch I have, or is it what I’m made of.  Is it just because I’m different not like  big cow milks, im goat Im just disgusting. The smelly shop keepers would come day after day to see how much ive grown. I m getting older I start to find bumps in side my skin. So many kids and people would come pick me up and throw me on the flour with disgust. One day in the morning the bright sun shined on my face, and people poured in the shop. Little kids sit in the cart and move around past me over and over again. Then at two o’clock a small little kid picked me up and smiled at me with his small white teeth he chucked me int the cart I was delighted I felt the hard metal once more. I was shined with a bright light and then thrown in a sticky plastic bag.  My parents walked down the street carrying me to the house. Then when we would cross the street they would run. They had ran across three streets and on that last one I fell dropped right out of the bag, I pleaded for my parents but nothing came out. I          waited 2 minutes then closed my eyes and yes my worst night mare came a loud horrible car. It came closer and closer. I was pounded and my white blood splattered all over. Im in heaven, bye mommy!