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Poetry Project

Poetry Project. By: Morgan Bonner. Red, R ed Rose. O, my Love's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Love's like a melodies That's sweetly played in tune. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.

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Poetry Project

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  1. Poetry Project By: Morgan Bonner

  2. Red, Red Rose O, my Love's like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.O, my Love's like a melodiesThat's sweetly played in tune.As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I;And I will love thee still, my dear,Till a' the seas gang dry.

  3. BUBBLES Bubbles Some bubbles rise up to the sky Some bubbles don’t I don’t know whyEasily popped by just one touch Easily missed by way to much

  4. SWIMMERS’ STROKES silently slipstreaming, Simon’s swimhuffing heavily Harry hurries himPete plods, pants, pushes, paddles past Luke languidly lashes, lumbering last Alliteration Silently slipstreaming, Simon’s swim

  5. SNOW • Snow speaks to the people itsfalling above in the glooming sunlight.Its white sparkling voiceechoes as it falls throughthe air. Personification Snow speaks to people.

  6. Where the Sidewalk Ends • There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind. Hyperbole To cool in the peppermint wind

  7. Repetition I can say so much How I feel, what I do But my feeling aren’t the same When I am without you I see all my friends Up and Go, happy, restless I try paint a picture of love And it seems impossible to Sketch this Repetition About how he feels

  8. Work Cited Red, red rose www.poemhunter.com By Robert Burns Bubbles www.VoicesNet.com By: Paula J. Harrison Swimmer’s Stokes www.VoicesNet.com By: Lee Emmett Snow www.Thinckquest.org By: Jake Where the Sidewalk Ends www.Blogspot.com By: Shel Silverstein Repetition www.poemhunter.com By: Jared Bradford

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