Bio-Poem Examples

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Seventh Grade Student

Molly

Who is energetic, creative, athletic and short.
Daughter of Sandra and John.
Lover of fun, marine life, and John.
Who feels pessimistic, left out, and sometimes happy.
Who needs love, time, and hugs.
Who fears sharks, death, and homework.
Who gives friendship, advice, and love.
Who would like to see a cure for cancer, Alaska, and my parents back together.
Resident of Mount Air.
McDonald

Character from Literature

Queeny

Angry, defiant, bright, frightened
Daughter of a prison inmate
Cares deeply about her mom and dad
Who feels alone
Who needs someone to see through her defenses
Who gives friendship to those who believe in her
Who fears going to jail
Who would like to see her father
Resident of Cotton Junction, Georgia
Peavy

Historical Figure

Abe

Strong, brooding, witty, compassionate
Husband of Mary Todd Lincoln
Cares deeply about saving the Union
Who feels committed to ending slavery
Who needs the nation’s understanding
Who gives freely of himself
Who fears war
Who would like to see North and South as one again
Resident of the ages
Lincoln

“Bio Poem” Example

Two poems based on Sammy by Elizabeth Ripley

Both of these poems—one a “Bio Poem,” the other an “I Am Poem”—show how poem forms can be used to assess how well students understand literary characters or historical figures. The “bio poem” and “I am poem” also make excellent pre-performance character studies for students who may be acting out a character from literature or poetry.

Sammy
Naughty, happy, hungry, and sly
Son of Mommy
Lover of fun, jam, and mom
Who feels motivated, happy, and guilt-free
Who needs jam, bread, and a chair to stand on
Who gives headaches, grief, and hugs
Who would like to see his mommy happy
and a swimming pool filled with jam.
Resident of The Kitchen
Jaminsky

“I Am Poem” Example

Mommy of Sammy by Elizabeth Ripley
I am a harried mom in a heckuva hurry.
I wonder why my son can’t stay out of trouble.
I hear huge lips smacking in the kitchen.
I see mounds of jam everywhere.
I want a vacation!
I am a harried mom in a heckuva hurry.
I pretend not to find my child annoying.
I touch my child’s sticky sweet face.
I worry that he will wipe his face on my new curtains.
I cry to think he won’t be a child forever.
I am a harried mom in a heckuva hurry.
I understand that children will make messes.
I say, Sammy! Don’t make yourself jammy.
(I say, I’m thankful that we’ve food to eat at all.)
I dream of the day that Sammy becomes self-cleaning.
I try to remember that this is just a phase.
I hope when I am old, my son will clean up after me.
I am a harried mom in a heckuva hurry.

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