The assignment was for students to write an extended metaphor poem after studying simile and metaphor. They were given 15-20 minutes to complete the assignment and were allowed to work individually or in groups. Here are the results: - Paper
- by Bill Brooks, Dylan Roelke, Scott Robertson, and Mike Schmidt
- A piece of paper is a cube.
- It is boring and blank.
- It's always white and always square.
- A piece of paper is always there.
Charlie
by Dan Hruby, Charlie Arndt, and Evan Weeks
Charlie is a bomb.
He is waiting to explode.
The bomb is full of anger;
he has a short fuse.
He may go off at any time.The Shadow Cat
by Alyssa Leystra
The cat is the shadow
dancing on the wall.
Deep and dark and silent
slinking down the hall.
Reveal him to the night
and he disappears;
Lead him to the morning,
There's nothing left to fear.
The cat is the shadow
dancing on the wall,
but let him find the darkness
and he is hidden from us all. Painting
by Megan Sutter, Laura Young, and Sarah Peterson
Painting is an untamed bird.
You're free to show how you feel
without consequence.
There's nothing holding you back.
Your emotions fly wildly. Life
by Jeremiah Gerdin and Denan Marquardt
Life is a sinkhole.
it once was level and fine.
But over years it began to sink,
just as my outlook towards life.
And just when I thought the hole
could not get any deeper,
it did.
Along with it went away my spirit to live lively.
Now I am in too deep.
The walls are too slippery.
I can't get out.
I stop to try,
It's hopeless.
My spirit and I die.
The sinkhole is left for someone else to fall into,
the process is replayed over and over. Matt is a Shellfish
by Katrina Virta, Matt Chrisler, and Deanna Cole
Matt is a shellfish.
He closes himself off from the rest of the world.
His shell is so hard that no one
can break through.
He sits there all day just burying himself.
No one can talk to him
because
he
always
closes
his
shell. Tyra Banks
by Cam Purcell, Zach Zasada, Tracy Waldinger, and Felix Castro
Tyra Banks is the sun.
She is extremely hot.
She brightens up everyone's day.
Here smile is like the sun's rays.
Her eyes are the stars in the night sky. Jim
by Danielle Kirchstein, Cara Suchla, Jake Holdt, and Megan Prime
Jim is a hyper rabbit>
He passionately gnaws at a carrot
like only a rabbit would.
Jim merrily hops his way through fresh meadows>
His protruding pearly teeth are glistening.
His ears flop with the rhythm of his hops.
Jim's hair is as curly and fluffy as a gorgeous
bunny's tail. Michael Jordan
by Dexter Enge, Aaron Wenger, Kirk Kohlbeck, and Nate King
Michael Jordan is an eagle.
Soaring higher than the highest seagull.
Looks so great in the air
Aggressive like a bear
Soars high and so free
Not anything like you and me
His home is Chicago, but not as of late.
A new home is D.C.
isn't that great? The Cafeteria
by Alex Foster, Maura Grasshoff, Bridget Bradley, and Christa Michel
The cafeteria is a jungle.
Wild animals scrambling for food.
Grunting
like wild boars
Stampeding
to the line
Devouring
their prey
Cleaning
their paws
and then returning to their dens. My Brother
by Jacob Hicks, Alex Slotty, and Jason Kasemodel
My brother is a snapping turtle.
He is extremely slow.
He sleeps 3/4 of the day.
If he was going any slower, he would be going
backwards.
He snaps at whatever comes at him.
And swims across the lake to waste a year of time.
Whenever someone threatens him, he crawls into
his shell.
When he wants something, he just snaps at it and holds
it tight,
But will never let go until he gets it. Untitled
by Bridget Groth and Beth Thompson
Hunter is a gymnast.
He runs and does flips in the air.
Hunter can balance on the railing.
He can toss rings in the air
and catch them in his mouth.
He likes to run and jump up on
the computer monitor to capture
lady bugs.
Hunter can climb up almost anything
when he really
tries. Snowboarding
by Marisa Cook and Rachel Covert
Snow is butter, smooth but rough.
As I come down hills, I am a
bullet.
As I travel up, I'm a flowing
stream.
My board is my legs, as walking comes
natural.
Ready to go, I am
free. My Room
by Michelle Krebs, Eve Elsing, Sarah Duckert, and Maria Simental
My room is heaven
with its clouds on the walls
that are lit with a luminous glow from
the gentle morning sun.
That light is the key that opens my
eyes.
The pillows on my bed are as fluffy as clouds
and as soft as a baby's bottom.
The birds' chirping is like angels singing in my
ears.
I am a God in my room and nothing else matters.
Football
by Aaron Henn
Football is war.
Two armies dig in on the frontlines.
Facing individuals they have never seen before.
Each army with their own systems and styles.
some prefer to attack from the air and some form the ground.
But still sticking to their strategies
coming down from their commanders,
only as good as the men on the front line.
They have all been working, training for this day.
"Set"
"Hut"
and the ball's put into play
Boys turn into men on this battle day. School
by Bart Smith, Shane Teigen, Kyle Breunig, and Adam Hanson
School is jail.
Everyone hates it.
Release date is Graduation
Everyone is depressed
School is like a dark deep hole
deep like and ocean
depressed like an ant. Chess
by Matt Liegel
Chess is the war of past ages.
Kings are at their throne.
Pawns are on the frontline.
Peasants dying first while
Knights jump around looking for a
fight.
Bishops using their magic,
up and down the field.
and Rooks, the castler, defending walls of stone
The queen
all power and beauty
the one most other kings want The Dog
by Casey Joyce
The dog is a kite.
It's tail swishing high in the air.
When it runs, it's spots reflect the sunlight.
The tongue thrashes while it takes a dare;
it secretly wants a good old-fashioned
bowl of
treats. My Room
by Rory Bolton
May room is a natural disaster.
As you walk in, you can tell that there were
high speed and non-controllable winds.
The first thing you notice is the unfinished bed,
with sheets tossed around like a salad.
Then, your eyes gaze at the floor.
Dangerous,
sharp,
and deadly objects engulf the carpet
as you fumble about the room.
Raise your head and turn toward the closet.
You are amazed at what you see because it is the
opposite of before.
Clothes are neatly hung or folded,
books are placed in their proper shelves,
and baskets are full of proper material.
Instead of the destruction site of the room,
my closet is the reconstruction of a prospering
economy. Death
by Joe Hupperich
Death is a silent stalker.
Closely following those in need,
reaping souls its after,
hurrying their seeds
The ones it wants are never safe.
for soon they will be gone
He'll follow you
and hunt you down.
You'll be dead by the dawn. The Abominable Snowman
by Elise Ganser and Sam Niemi
The abominable snowman is a rabid snowball.
A heinous ice cube
An unnatural friend
A piece of hate
He spreads fear through the dreams and hearts
of the young.
He deserves to melt. Love
by Emma Dederich, Teddy McFarlane, John Breunig, Travis Frey, and Mike Epley
Love is a pickled salmon.
It gets better with time.
When things get rough, eat it.
When tired of looking at it, throw it out the
window.
You will remain happier if you leave it in the bottle.
It might not taste good but oh boy
is it ever fun to look at. Friend
by Raquel Johnson, Lindsay Anderson, Lisa Henn, and Roberta Kirch
My friend is a monkey.
She hangs around when you need her.
She is a real party animal.
She swings from guy to guy.
Her house is like a zoo.
Her family is like a circus.
My friend is a monkey. My Dog
by Curtis Ryan
My dog is a moose.
He has great strength
like a truck.
As he runs around
he makes his own way
his own path.
As he races the four wheeler
he wins every time.
Running
Pushing
Sprinting
his own way
His paws are like bear claws:
huge and strong.
His tail is like a pole:
large and solid.
His head is like a stone:
big and hard.
As the moose sleeps,
he snores like a foghorn. Football Game
by Richie Pelanek
A football game is war.
It's like going against your enemy.
You don't want to go down.
It's like you are protecting your base.
You want to take them back.
Your quarterback is a General.
It's your choice to win or lose.
You don't give up until it is over.
At the end the winner is who is
standing.
You make peace with the enemy
then you go back home until another
game. My Dog
by Chris Schmidt
My dog is a horse.
He runs really fast.
He chases after anything that moves.
He runs away when you want him.
He is here when you don't.
He wants to get out when you want him to
stay in.
He gallops when he runs.
He drinks a lot of water. Her Life
by Amanda Sandmire, Celine Coquard, Eileen McGuine, and Lisa Ladsten
Her life is a caged bird.
She sits at the window,
singing to herself.
She never sees the world,
only pictures from someone else.
Sees the others passing
happy as can be
not paying any mind to what she
and only she
can see
She remembers whit is was like,
when cages had no bars,
free to roam, free to leave,
and free to follow her heart. The Mower
by Isaac Wipperfurth
My mower is a hungry man.
It eats and eats and eats and eats,
until it is about to explode.
it rests and then rumbles to the
kitchen again and eats some
more...until
there is no food left.
Then it waits until next time when it rumbles to the kitchen again. A Boy
by Matt Hudson
I know a boy who is a squirrel.
He hangs out in trees.
Dodging cars out in the street
Frolics with lady squirrels
His fur is the hair on his back.
Stealing bird seed is his expertise.
Running from the boy who
always
chases him is a rush.
The old people on the corner feed him corn cobs.
His nest high in the tree is strong, but crude. Lucy Snail
by Manuel Salgado
Lucy is a snail.
She is slow.
She is white like an albino.
She's small and tiny.
She hides in her shell.
She's a home girl. School
by Missy Unger, Sabrina Guger, Jaden Ganser, and Heather Nolden
School is a prison.
You can't get out until you
serve your time.
Each day is a decade long.
Homework is a puppy that follows you. Song
by Jasmine Zerbe-Moore
A song is flight.
Rising and falling.
Weaving through the clouds.
In a soaring soprano note,
dusting the river
with a baritone growl.
Around the world it careens,
drawing the ears of children
and tugging souls to heaven.
The song ends,
The flight lands,
And my heart
dies
slowly. Children
by Ali Ballweg
Children are flowers.
Always growing
Bright, Cheery
Making people happy
They are all different.
Blooming at their own time when
they are ready to show
Eventually they will die.
They need nurturing to thrive.
Helpless
Waiting for approval. Poetry
by Meghan Frey
Poetry is music to your mind.
It rhymes and flows.
It settles you and comforts you.
Poetry triggers thought.
It flies through your mind.
Poetry had a pattern to it.
Poetry is music. Spiders in the Sky
by Sarah Vanover, Katie Stonger, Amanda Grossman, and Cathy Jo Luck
Fireworks are spiders in the sky.
They creep up the black wall
and catch you by surprise.
They come in different colors and designs.
You look up at their woven webs and sigh.
Always changing, always growing,
they never cease to amaze you. My Brother
by Ashley Germain
My brother is a mouse.
He creeps through the house.
Always quiet, leaves unnoticed
He sits at the table without saying a
peep.
A little here, a little there
round and round he goes
but only when he sleeps.
The Butterfly
by Autumn Krenz and Jennifer Gilbertson
The butterfly is the ocean.
With his wings so colorful and bright, he
flies over the house
seeing every thing nobody else can.
His eyes so tiny, but yet so bright.
His wings flutter back and forth
in the middle of the night.
He lands on a branch and stares into my eyes
and smiles and says
good morning. Richie Sexson
by Jason Ballweg, Charlie Starr, Ryan Brickl, and Matt Fenske
Richie Sexson is the God of Baseball.
Who else has hit 14 home runs?
Who else has hit 36 RBI's?
He soars overall other opponents at 6 foot 7.
He runs the bases like the wind.
He is the Brewers only hope to win the pennant.
Richie Sexson is the man.
His endless hustle inspires us all.
Not only can he use his bat,
he can use his mind to outsmart
opponents.
always giving him the upper edge.
He will sit the single season home run record with 74 home runs.
He is the God of Baseball. Cats
by Shawn Schell, Chad Roelke, and Amanda Kohlman
Cats are the weasels of the domestic world.
With their beady eyes and ugly faces.
Sneaky little moves,
creepy and fat with all their fur
slinking in the shadows
ready to pounce
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