BC: Poetry Portfolio Mohammed Rahman Period 6-7 All rights reserved (R) Copyright (c) 2011
FC: Poetry Portfolio | Mohammed Rahman Period 6-7
1: Table of Contents Pg & Assignment 2) Language Arts 4) My Mother's Kitchen 6) Self Respect 8) So Cold 10) A Tribute to GSMST
2: Language Arts Language Arts is interesting Its roots spawn to your biddings A person can write what they want But to some, it’s not something tripping When you hear the word of Language Arts Where does your mind go wandering? Maybe a load of essays and textbooks Maybe your ideas go pondering To some it just does not click And maybe that’s why they are failing But it takes a mind and imagination To stop your grade from staling It’s not as hard as People are portraying If your GPA is low Take this class and it will be raising
4: The oven rings Anticipation is among A crowd of hungry people Feeling very strung A growl in their stomachs And their fat diets are dead For my mother’s cooking It’s not one to be left My sister walks in To the smell of delight But shuns the green veggies And closes her eyes very tight Maybe chicken will appear So she may not fright Because when green is dinner She will throw a fight But lucky for her My mother knows right Her favorite food is there Chicken alight
5: My Mother's Kitchen
6: Self Respect
7: Sometimes I set my hair, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I dress nice, sometimes I won’t. Depend on my mood, I might even bum out. It really just depends on whether or not it’s worth it. I’m not (the average) teenager. And I ain’t a gangster. But I learned how to show myself Because I am special. I’m not some who worries. My worth is not determined by my clothes. No matter what people say, I will always be the best I’ll ever know.
8: So Cold (Breaking Benjamin) | Crowded Streets are cleared away One By One Hollow Heroes separate As they run You're so cold Keep your hand in mine Wise men wonder while strong men die
9: Show me how it ends, it's alright Show me how defenseless you really are Satisfied and empty inside Well that's alright Let's give this another try If you find your family, don't you cry In this land of make believe, dead and dry You're so cold but you feel alive Lay your hands on me, one last time
10: A place where minds go abloom Looking for a place to sprout With ideas and creativity in every room For knowledge, there is no drought A dry patch of land was fielded To let leaves of creativity grow about To no extent was choice yielded And where resources are stout When the sun shines over glooming minds And gives the color in and out The place we know as GSMST Is great without a doubt.
11: A Tribute to GSMST