Tuesday, October 25, 2011

10-25

You use your senses twenty-four hours a day. Smell, taste, hear, see, and touch come into play in everything that we do. I would like you to write a poem about senses. You can make it about them (how you use them) or it can be a descriptive poem about something else where you use your senses to describe this other item/event.

16 comments:

  1. First thing in the morning the alarm goes off.
    The sense of hearing makes me aware and I can no longer loft.
    Next I walk to the bathroom and take a shower,
    for only the sense of seeing can get me there without a holler.
    Turning on the shower and washing my hair is something to do
    with only the sense of touch to guide me through.
    While I am getting ready. I know my dad made breakfast.
    Thanks to my sense of smell, I smell bacon at last.
    I eat breakfast, ready for the day
    thanks to taste I can really enjoy it today.
    Without my five senses I don't know what'd I do,
    for I wouldn't even be able to tie my own shoes.

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  2. I lay in my bed and feel the warm sheets
    I see nothing for my eyes are closed.
    I hear my alarm sounding and know I must rise
    For the morning is here and the day must begin.
    I stumble downstairs to take a shower
    I feel the warm water beating down on me.
    When I return to my room, my mouth waters for food
    I go to the kitchen and smell bagels and morning coffee being brewed.
    The taste of the bagel in my mouth is great
    My five senses are something I really appreciate.

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  3. Today
    I walk outside
    Can smell the rain wanting to fall
    Taste the crisp cool air
    The cold air tickles my nose
    See the leaves surrendered on the ground
    Hear the leaves crunch as I walk around
    Winter falls sooner than later
    I touch the railing to my porch
    Take my hand back as the frost creeps up my fingers.
    I see the beauty of the dark morning
    Oh sun please rise early
    Today, is a dreary day.
    My five senses let me appricate the good days.
    My five senses let me know when a bad day can become a good one. :)

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  4. I hear the drumming of hooves on the dirt as she approaches the gate,
    I see her face looking expectantly at me,hardly able to wait,
    I feel her velvet nose when I stroke her as a greeting,
    I smell the familiar scent of a dirty horse,a coat that was once gleaming,
    I taste dirt on my lips after kissing her dusty face,
    All the familiar things that I could never replace.

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  5. I wake up in a warm bed
    "I dont want to get up" says the voice in my head
    I can smell yummy food as I rise
    As I turn on the light I close my eyes
    The light is bright
    Oh how I wish it was still night
    I go downstairs to eat
    The taste of breakfast was so sweet
    I put on my jacket because it is cold
    The feeling of the wind is getting really old
    This is my morning, I use all of my senses
    I cant wait to get up tomorrow and do it all over again

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  6. Sight is my favorite sense
    I use it to look at fences
    and to watch my expenses.
    Hearing is needed everyday
    especially to hear blue jays.
    Smell is good
    and so is wood.
    Touching my soft hair
    my butt is touching my chair.
    Taste is what I do to stew

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  7. There are many things that I take for granted,
    Like waking up in the morning and feeling the warm sheets against my skin
    I can smell the taste of breakfast brewing in the other room,
    I can hear the sound of my kitten scratching to gain entrence,
    These things are comforting me, whether i'm well aware
    I wish I had the time to just sit and stare
    At all the beautiful things around me,
    Just take it all in
    Because my senses don't lie,
    and life is a miraculous thing.

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  8. Waking up in the morning
    seeing the light peeking in behind my blinds
    hearing the sounds of my family, already awake
    feeling my cold toes sticking out of my blanket
    smelling breakfast my mom is making
    then...rolling over and going back to sleep

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  9. Roses are red,
    I taste, smell, see, hear, and touch,
    I had to get my car fixed,
    because there was a problem with the clutch.

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  10. Outside the sky is grey,
    fog is rolling in from the lake.
    The rain is tapping on the leaves,
    moistening the sent of earth.
    Thunder rolls in the distance,
    a soft rumble.
    The rain drops gently kiss my face,
    cool and welcoming.

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  11. I can see colorful leaves falling from trees
    I can smell sweet pumpkin pie
    I can feel the bitter breeze upon my skin
    I can hear leaves crunching from squirrels passing by
    I can taste the delicious carmel apple as it gets stuck in my teeth
    Oh the wonderful senses of fall!!

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  12. I can sense the crisp feeling in the air that tells me it's fall
    I see the landscape changing as the leaves fall about all
    And all the things considered wonderful in fall
    I feel the wind as I stand over the creek and hope I will not fall
    But without my senses
    I could feel nothing at all

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  13. Fall is a great time of year
    Especially when it's time to hunt deer
    Waking up early isn't fun
    But when I drink my Hot Chocolate, I say "Yum"
    My tree stand is usually really cold
    But I sit and wait for a deer to be bold
    Fall is fun, but after a while it gets old.

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  14. Roses are red
    My senses tell me that it's fall
    All I care about right now is hunting
    Besides that, I don't care at all

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  15. I hear my alarm sound
    To get me out of bed
    As I get up to quickly
    I bump my head

    I see the bright sun
    Rise outside my house
    It is so quiet when it rises
    Just like a mouse

    I taste the warm pancakes
    That my mother cooked
    Now I grab my backpack
    And I almost forgot my book

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  16. I hear the roar
    and my skin tingles.
    My eyes?
    What can they do now, but run across the page
    blinded to all else by the bright lights.
    My ears will serve as guide,
    Finely tuned as the downbeat falls
    and my fingers fall onto the strings
    touching the smooth metal and soft wood.
    The concert has begun.

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