S: My Poem Portfolio by Kimberly Fievre
BC: The End!!
FC: By Kimberly Fievre | My Poem Portfolio
1: Table of Contents 1. Tribute To GSMST 2. Language Arts 3. Self Respect 4. My Mother's Kitchen 5. A Year Without Rain
2: Thanks to GSMST, I get to climb, climb countless flights of stairs; Thanks to GSMST, I have permanent bags beneath my eyes. But it’s not all bad - Thanks to GSMST, I get a laptop. Thanks to GSMST, I get to dress shop Through all the trial and tribulations, I have come to love being at GSMST. And I know that in the end, My choice to come here will have made all the difference. | My Tribute To GSMST :)
3: The art of literature is like a mural Poetry, reading, and writing, are just parts of the bigger picture Here is where we learn about Homer and Shakespeare And read works that improve our skills and vocabulary At times there is no right answer, Interpretation is Left up to the eye of the beholder. Some people love the class Others just worry about how they’re gonna pass. I happen to be in the middle – Not really hating it, but not really loving it, either. Everyone is different - to each his own. | Language Arts
4: Sometimes I act nice, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I study like crazy, sometimes I won’t. Depend on the weather, I might even do the Electric Slide. It really just depends on what I know is right. I’m not (the average) teenage gal. And I ain’t like those kids on MTV Skins. But I learned that no one can fight my battles for me. | Self Respect
5: Because I am my own person. I’m not who the media wants me to be. My worth is not determined by my height or grades No matter what anyone may tell me, or magazines dictate is “in style”. I will always be Kimberly
6: She is drawn to the kitchen like moths to a flame; What could that aroma be? ‘It must be something in the oven’ she exclaimed. Perhaps it’s biscuits and tea Anything is better than green peas! It could be a assortment of foods Maybe a tray of fruits - everyone knows that an apple a day keeps the doctor away! | My Mother's Kitchen
7: Maybe a warm, baked cake - pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake... or a warm, apple pie - boy, I wish! But it was in fact, a filled puffed pastry with butter cream - my favorite treat!!
8: Every Minute No matter what I do My world is an empty place Like I've been wanderin' the dessert For a thousand days My heart is yearning Like the ocean is running dry Catch me I'm falling It's like the ground is crumbling underneath my feet Won't you save me It's gonna be a monsoon when you get back to me A day without you is like a year without rain... | A Year Without Rain