Falling Up Poems by Shel Silverstein Falling up

Falling Up Poems by Shel Silverstein

Falling up I tripped on my shoelace, And I fell up, Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Uses rhyme!! Up past the tree tops, Up over the mountains, Up where the colors, Blend into sounds. But it got me so dizzy, when I looked around, I got sick to my stomach, and threw down.

The Voice There is a voice inside of you, That whispers all day long, “I feel that this is right for me, I know that this is wrong. ” No teacher, parent, friend, Or wise man can decide, What's right for you, just listen to, The voice that speaks inside. Personification: The voice whispers, speaks.

poems Description George said "god is short and fat. ” Nick said “No he’s tall and lean. ” Len said “With a long white beard. ” “No, ” said John, He’s Shaven clean. ” Will said He’s black. ” Bob said “He’s white” Rhonda Rose said “He’s a She. ” I smiled but never showed ‘em all, The autographed picture God sent to me. Rhyme!!! Alliteration: _ said Quality Time My father is a golfer, He lets me be his tee. He puts the ball upon my nose, And hits it right off me. He says that I can share the joy, Of every ball he hits. Oh, ain’t it grand to have a dad, Who spends time with his kids.

Poetry By Paige Antonelli

Ghost A will o’ the wisp, a will o’ the wisp, The nightmare still alive and crisp, It finds a weary traveler, And leads him far astray, Never to be seen again, Not another day. Repetition: A will o’ the wisp! Rhyme!!

The Hero A hero is a person who, Is fast and strong, offering help to those in need, Only a powerful person, only the special few, That is the conclusion you have come to lead, But I am my own hero, who, Rhyme!! Metaphor: Hero Can save a life, big or small, is a person As long as I want to, I can be a super hero, And will help with every call.

A Simple Life There are many things that make a life, For what is the future, without dreams, To fuel the actions and decisions I make, And what is a past, without memories, Which without, there is nothing left to take, What is the present, when I am not doing anything, To make such memories, to remember my childhood lake, So if I do not have dreams, or memories, Or if I’m not doing anything to remember, Rhyme!! Ok I know it was Then this is not a life, and I am nothing. supposed to be silly poems but I couldn’t help myself!