Poems by Ben
I am Ben Nelson
I am hard-working and kind.
I wonder how the enormous human body works?
I hear Imagine Dragons heart-pounding music.
I see Aaron Rodgers throwing bomb touchdown passes.
I want to sprint around the school.
I am hard-working and kind.
I imagine my delightful home.
I feel lethargic.
I touch a pencil, in which I write.
I worry that I will be stuck in this wistful wheelchair forever.
I cry when I am wounded.
I am hard-working and kind.
I understand that I am different.
I say the Optimist Creed.
I dream that when I grow up, I will scamper one day.
I try to keep my grades up and be an excellent student.
I hope that I will fit in.
I am hard-working and kind.
Where I'm From
I am from newspapers stacked on the ottoman,
and coffee mugs lined on the kitchen table.
I am from Nerf guns scattered on my bedroom floor,
and Legos dotting Dad's favorite rug.
I am from a birch tree,
that bends with the wind,
and the evergreens that prick whenever I touch them.
I am from the spray paint can,
rolling off the drive
as I rush to show Mom my new creation.
I am from the hose,
coiled up,
waiting to be used.
I am from my garden,
filled with plant mysteries.
I am from the 4th of July barbeques,
with the chicken that drips with juice.
I am from freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
that smell like a piece of heaven.
I am from the soft light ebelskivers that
fall apart in my mouth.
I am from the tamarack behind my house,
that so graciously held as a meeting place with friends,
an area to hunt,
and a place to escape the world.
I am from my best friend's house,
where we talked.
and ate,
and played pretend.
I am from the Packers, Brewers, and Bucks.
I am from staying up late,
sitting on the edge of my seat,
game winners,
walk-offs,
and heart crushing losses.
I am from experiencing the exhilarating stories on 60 minutes,
and watching the breath holding moments on NCIS: Los Angeles.
I am from waking up early on Sundays,
and sitting on the gloomy pews in church.
I am from a dedicated busy family
that goes everywhere all the time.
I am from Eric and Angie,
rooted by Karen, Paul, Linda and Terry.
I come from all over.
Britain,
Scandinavia,
and France.
I am from time,
effort,
and unconditional love.
Hello balloons
So big, so bright
But I lost you through the night
You fly so big, so bright
You traveled through the depths of the forest
And guided over the sea
So big, so bright
So Majestic you walked over the wind
You landed in a town way over
So big, so bright
And with grace you were seen
By an adult
So big, so bright
Who took you and shamed you
And he tossed you and broke you
so small, so dull
After many years I found you
fixed you
So big, so bright
Hello balloons again
Couplet-rhymes according to a pattern (aa, bb)
I like March Madness
For some teams it is sadness
But for a fan it’s fun
And they hope for a party when it’s done
Hikau–a Japanese poem
Chess is a great game
It makes me work and think hard
I love moving the pieces
Free Verse-does not have to rhyme
A scribble can mean a lot
If you look close enough you can see
It’s like a piece of artwork