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My Poetry Book

My Poetry Book. 7th Intermediate Literature. Poets :. AGUILAR SOTO MARIANNE SOFÍA ALVARADO CORRALES STEFANIA ALVARADO LEIVA ESTEBAN DE JESUS CALVO BASTOS JOHAN OLDEMAR CALVO BRENES SIONY CALVO QUESADA MARIANA CAMACHO MORA NAYELI DANIELA CASTILLO ABARCA MARIANA CHINCHILLA MUÑOZ LOHANNA

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My Poetry Book

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  1. MyPoetry Book 7th IntermediateLiterature

  2. Poets: AGUILAR SOTO MARIANNE SOFÍA ALVARADO CORRALES STEFANIA ALVARADO LEIVA ESTEBAN DE JESUS CALVO BASTOS JOHAN OLDEMAR CALVO BRENES SIONY CALVO QUESADA MARIANA CAMACHO MORA NAYELI DANIELA CASTILLO ABARCA MARIANA CHINCHILLA MUÑOZ LOHANNA CUADRA COTO SEBASTIAN FERNANDEZ CHACON JOSE JULIAN GARRÓN CARBALLO MICHELLE HENSEN ULATE MELANIE HERNANDEZ ARCE KATRINA SOFIA HERRERA SANCHEZ CAROLINA MENA VILLALTA SEBASTIÁN MENDEZ HERNANDEZ ISAAC FELIPE MENESES QUESADA LUIS ENRIQUE MORALES MONGE IVÁN OVIEDO GONZALEZ MARIA LAURA PORRAS LEIVA SAMARA QUIROS MORALES ALDO SOLIS CASTRO RANDALL MAURICIO

  3. Apology Poem by: Daniela Moya

  4. Bíography In this poem she tells about, why we are here? Alsoittellsaboutthemostimportantthingswehave, aboutour dreams, ourlifeorourdeath. The poetwas born in 2001. She lives in Cartago, Costa Rica. Sheisnow 13 years old.

  5. Every day I think, in the most important thing we have; is living? or dying? In my dreams, I saw my life, And my death, So, I don’t know Why are we here? I don’t know What is that!? If it is an apology, Or something like that. Every day I saw my scars, And that makes me cry, Is it true that we can be happy? Or is another lie?

  6. Dark Paradise By: Michelle Garrón Carballo

  7. Michelle was born in Cartago, Costa Rica, and she lives in the same place. When shewrotethepoem, she was thinking about her life,,about the people whoweregone. This poem is dedicated to her family that was there for her always and to thankthemfor that. Biography

  8. Every time I close my eyesI´m afraid of what they haveThey can make me laughBut they only make me cry.I know where I amIt´s not a secret anymoreI left bad life in pastBut I think I´m taking it back.No one to talk toNo one to loveIt only reminds me,The hurt that I had.I hope that one dayThis life will go awayAnd I know I have to goBut I´m right here to stay.I need to be braveI need to revealI need to defendThe life that I left.It´s only a good storyOf my always boring pastEven though I left itI´ll try not to forget.

  9. Life Time Background : Mariana Castillo Abarca lives in Cartago , Costa Rica .Sheis 13 yearsold, sheis in highschoolnow. Herpurposeforwritingthispoemwas to show people to lovelifebecauseforlifeis short and people do notnoticethat, and theylost time doingbadthings.

  10. Life Time Poem by: Mariana Castillo A . Everyone has to live happily, Because most of the time life is a happy journey, Life is something complicated, That no one can understand. Life should be lived, With the time you realized that you can’t waste, Because most of the time life is full of happy moments, But that can change in a minute You are alive, So you have to take advantage of it, Because you have a life time, And it’s running …

  11. Missingyou “ifou can dreamit, you can do it” Michael Jackson Abouttheauthor: Shewasborn in Costa Rica, January 8th, 2001 in thecity of Cartago. Sinceshewas a littlegirl, sheloved Michael Jackson. Shelovedhim a lot. WhenMichael´sdeadcame, shestarted to make poemsabouthim. Nowsheisstudying in highschool. by: Stefanía Alvarado

  12. Missing you June 25th, 2009 2:26 pm you go I believe you were here I´ll never forget you You started at the Jackson 5 Jakie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Randy Will be there for you When you need them: “I´ll be there” The king of pop Never died. His music is here And it will never stop Neverland is alone, You are not there. Prince, Paris and Blanket Need you

  13. The day of your death, I cried a river, But I believe The angels are dancing with you May 12th, 2014 Xcape is your new album All the universe Sings with you Every time, When I listen You are not alone You are there for me “Tough you´re far apart You are always in my heart” To verses of the song, You are not alone You are the guy with the gold pants The guy with the glove But most important The King of Pop

  14. Free Forever Background: thepoetlives in Cartago Costa Rica, shewasbornonthe 2nd of December of 2000. Shewroteonlyonepoem in herlife

  15. It is a very ugly place with many green parakeets, all this parakeets are in a very little cage The parakeets work during all day ,but they do not receive food. This cage is not luxurious, And any cage is luxurious, but this is more horrible…

  16. In this cage you find a 96,9% of the parakeets that are classist and rest of the parakeets are normal I have to admit, I am parakeet too, but contrary of the rest I am a normal parakee.t I have one dream, and this dream is not to reach or to be intelligent is to be free forever

  17. BACKROUND Esteban Alvarado (2000), lives in Cartago, Costa Rica. Thisishisfirstpoem.

  18. The Birdwhoeats in a BeeTea I was a bird, whodoesn´tcareaboutwhat he did to his Friends, thebees.Iwant to be likemyfriendswhodontcareaboutwhattheycarebecausethey are beesthateat in a tea .

  19. Path of Exile By: Johan He lives in Cartago, Costa Rica He wasborn in June 29, 2001 His hobbies are to play video games and gooutwithhisfriends

  20. Path of Exile By: Johan An exiled, finding his own path, Will fight with monster to let him pass. In a boat he travels, waiting to arrive But an accident happens, he needs to fight Trapped in an island, without help He walks again without knowing the place His boat was destroyed, everyone died And island of zombies he has arrived

  21. Background María Laura Oviedo (2001) lives in Cartago ,Costa Rica, and thisisherfirstpoem.

  22. WISH BAD THINGS I am sadwhenyou are sad , I hatewhenthey ignore me and saidI´mnobody , nobodywhodoesnottalk to anyone , and anyonesaysthatsheisbeautifulorspecial. I dontknowwhythepeople are likethey are (badpeople) theydonthavefeelings, theuniquethingthey do is to wish bag things to theotherpearsons.

  23. The Lost Man By: Sebas Mena

  24. Background The narratorexplainsthat in thepoemthefeelings a lostman has in in a lonelyisland.

  25. The Lost Man Lost in the island, Alone in the dark, With no one thathelps him, And food so far. Thirty days passed, And he has no hope, Hungry like an animal, Died in a boat.

  26. BACKGOUND: The poet was born in 2001, she is 13 years old. She lives in Costa Rica. She likes to be with her friends. She likes social networks. When you are…

  27. When you are sad, you don’t think in positive things, When you are angry, all seems black for you and your mind, Black like dead flowers, positive like a happy face smiling, When you look back, sometimes you remember memories that make you happy. But, remember this poem when you are feeling blue, At the end everything it’s going to be okay, Everything that makes you feel blue will disappear, Everything that makes you happy will be there for you, Waiting for you when you think you’re alone.

  28. SeethePrettyCameras By Melanie HensenUlate

  29. Background Thispoemtellsabout a personwhoisseemedthroughpast and future. Itis a reflection of hislife. Alsothepoemexplainswhy I thinkthispoemreflectspreciselywhat I am and what I think. Thepoemtellsthatsometimesyoufeelbad and sometimesgood, and as thepoemsays “ Seethepretty cameras” becauseinsideyou, you can seeonething, butoutside of youyou can seeanotherthing.

  30. Poem Seeingthepretty cameras, It`slike me reflected In the tile of mybathroom, It`slikea broken mirror Seeingthepretty cameras Looking at me, It`slike Allthepeoplelooking at me It`slike a rain thatwillnot stop A reflection in a window Remembering my childhood And seeingallthethingswithreflections Wethinkwe are a relection Of ourpast and ourfuture, A photothat can make a change. And wethinkhow?

  31. I miss you Poem by: Randall Solis. Background: He lives in Taras, Cartago Costa Rica. This poem is about a person´s feelings, what he can feel, when he loses a love, or when he feels that someone breaks his heart

  32. I miss you Hello there, the angel of my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue. The innocent victim of my hurt in the valley, you're my detail not found, anything on the street, you can always find me and we can always live Halloween on Christmas, and wish that this night would never end I miss you Where are you? I can not be without you, I can not sleep, I can not dream The extreme darkness makes me think more and more in you Do not waste your time on me never again, but do not forget me.

  33. The Lights in the Darkness. Poem by: Sofía Aguilar Soto. Background: The poet lives in El Yas, she studies at Jorge Volio Bilingual High school. The poem is about a person who is a murderer, but don’t any murderer, but a soul murderer, and also how she seek fill her body with the dreams of another people.

  34. The Lights in the Darkness. I’m in the darkness, I have troubles, But I don’t fall, I don’t die. I’m in the adversity, But I wake up, I’m sad, But I can see the lights, The lights in the darkness. When you are in the darkness, In the troubles, In the sadness, you need to say: I don’t really need to wake up? But be careful, when you are in troubles you may steal, Steal the dreams of your own friends, or your own family, And with this, you can kill their souls, their lives. CONTINUE AT OTHER PAGE

  35. When you kill the soul of the people, They convert in zombies, Bodies aimlessly, lost, dead. Soulless meat, Murderers mercilessly, murderers of dreams, and souls, like me. I’m a murderer, Because somebody stole my soul, And I steal another’s, I’m hungry, hungry of souls because my body is empty, And I need to fill with your feelings, with your dreams, With your SOUL!!! END……………….

  36. The door

  37. Background The poem is about a girl that dies next to the door of her bedroom. She is from Cartago, Costa Rica. She studied at the Miravalle High School, Maria Auxiliadora school, and then at the Jorge Volio Bilingual High School. When she wrote her first poem she was 11 years old. She was 12 years old when she wrote “The Door.” This poem is inspired in the TV program The Vampire Diaries.

  38. The Door By: Mariana Calvo The door is closed. She is dead. All her troubles are far, far away. Her skeleton is cold, so cold. Nobody knows her story or who was she. She is wearing a black dress covered with blood and wine. The knife was closed, so closed. She was with the prisoners. The darkness came over the room. Until the moon came to the mountain peak, The light came over the skeleton of the mystery girl. And the bed was empty. She wants to kill. To kill all in her scope, And feel the blood in her hands. When you´re alone, all you want is to feel, to feel the things that other people feel. She was sad Always sad Never happy She has bitten marks on her neck. It was a dark night. The air came over the room. And the skeleton continues being cold.

  39. Runners 4ever By: Julián

  40. Background The narrator explains to you the dedication the brother of the poet has for running. He states that with dedication you can achieve your goals.

  41. My brother was a runner And he wanted to change his life. Being a runner, and he became a stunner person. That means wonderful, And he was very powerful in races. He ranin a verybeautiful waterfall in San Gerardo. But one day he had one important race in hislife, and he stayedin firstplace and his familylovedhim.

  42. The Love Poem by: Felipe Méndez Background: The poem tells how a person goes from paradise to hell, and then he falls as someone betrays him or wants to be with another person and leaves you there with nothing, just a broken heart and you're alone and without knowing what to do.

  43. The Love The love Love is an ingrate who lifts you for a while, but that smells like faith is a lie. Love is a losing battle between happiness and sadness, I live annihilated in the desert suppressing fire for jealousyI know that he won the war a long time ago, and I missed you already. I lost the mildew, and that makes you happy.He gave you all, and I'm not happy and I know I was your cry, your smile hurts, but I`m really sorry, it was not my intention.My intention was to make you happy I beg to you to stay here, but you left. You left me here to find another life. You left me here, but I ask you to bury my heart because every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think is you.Every morning when I wake up, I look for the perfume that you left in my body.

  44. THE SEA By Sebastian Cuadra If it is not the sea, it`s an image its appearance is like looking back at the sky. If it is not the sea, it`s your idea. Fire, bottomless, clean, and I am Burning, drowning on it.

  45. Poem by: Samara Porras Background: She lives in Cartago, Costa Rica. She loves love, and she likes to makestoriesorpoems. This is her first sad poem about love.

  46. OnlyLove I´m afraid of knowing the truth; knowing you're alone and you feel that he is with you, but he never was with you. To know that he was only a lie and you were alone. When you are happy and you know that you don´t love him; you realize that you still love him. And you wish to tell him that you don´t need him to have a happy life

  47. I Regret it “Poem” by Aldo Quiros BACKGROUND: He lives in Costa Rica. He writes a single poem. He lives with his parents. He misses his friends. He is depressed I have to take off all my hate But now I think is late Because she is far away In another horrible place I was dumb for my pride And now I admit it I had no time to forgive And now I regret it IN OTHER WORDS He lost the opportunity to forgive a person who is far from him

  48. Background: Luis Enrique Meneses (2001) liveswithhisfamily in Cartago, Costa Rica. Thisishisfirstpoem. Luis Enrique Meneses Quesada.

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