Where I'm From Poem

I'm from a country,

olive trees and pigs,

far away from the forest,

cars, smoke in the streets.

I am from love,

a hard-working and honest family,

home, sweet home,

there's where I live.

 

 

Wake up early in the morning,

for breakfast cereal corn,

milk and cookies if not,

then walk to school.

 

 

 

There study a lot,

do homework,

or writhe the plot,

of the most recent book.

 

Romeo and Juliet

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Romeo and Juliet

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My Where I'm From poem

I am from busy afternoons                                          
and from free evenings.
From going by car at mornings
and from returning home after lunch.
I am from moving with 4 years.

I am from eating purées
and from Nesquik and Colacao.
From orange and pinneaple juice
and from sweets and chocolate.


I am from traveling
and from visiting museums.
From tasting new dishes.
From discovering new places.
I am from walking all morning
and from returning tired to the hotel.



I am from the Game Boy Color.
From being ill at Christmas
and from scratching all my body.
I am from sneezing and coughing
and from having a cold and a chicken-pox.

BY: Marcos Rocha Morales

"WHERE I'M FROM" POEM

I am from waking up cheerfully
At an early hour in the morning,
From reading in bed at night
And submerging in imaginary worlds.

I am from playing with friends.
From busy streets, from falling leaves
That cover the ground like a giant blanket.
I am from frozen winters and golden summers.














I am from A's and B's
And from studying in the afternoon.
I am from a non-corresponded love;
From distance, heartbreak and tears.

I am from travelling across the world:
New York, Florence, Edinburgh, London, Barcelona...
I am from just one home
But, at the same time, from a lot of places.














I am from walking through the cold streets alone
Or singing happily looking at the sun.
Some call me annoying, others call me different
But, in the end, that's who I am.











                                                       Andrés Rodríguez Pérez        1ºD

Where I am from poem

Where I am from poems call on their author to abandon the convetional idea of being from a geographical place on the map, and truly think about the memories, feelings, and senses that make up who we are. The poem only becomes richer and more deeply impacting as more specific images, smells, sounds populate the poem.
So, here is my Where I Am From Poem:


     I am from the smell of home-made food,
     from the taste of toasts
     I am from working,
     from playing hide-and-seek
     I am from watching TV,

     and later studying.

     I am from cold mornings,
     from going for walks
     I am from buying bread,
     from enjoying its smell.              
     I am from going to the park,
     from swinging there,

     and later falling down.

     I am from going to the beach in summer,
     from making sandcastles.
     I am from bathing in the sea,
     from lying on the sand.          
     I am from sleeping in hotels,
     from eating there,

     and later going out.

     I am from doing nothing on Saturdays,
     and doing homework on Sunday night
     I am from going to mass on Sundays,
     from visiting my grandparent on Sunday
     and later eating an appetizer.

     I am from playing football on the rain,
     from getting wetter and wetter.
     I am from playing until midnight,
     from eating simple food

     and later going to sleep.

     I am from going to my village,
     from going to the country with my grandpa
     I am fromo recolecting grapes,
     from feeling tired
     and later lying on the sofa.

I hope you liked it.

POEM BY: ALBERTO SAIZ FERNÁNDEZ