Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
A| Hope is the thing with feathers
B| That perches in the soul,
A| And sings the tune--without the words,
B| And never stops at all,
C| And sweetest in the gale is heard;
D| And sore must be the storm
C| That could abash the little bird
D| That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
E| And on the strangest sea;
E| Yet, never, in extremity,
E| It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
Legend:
Rhyme Pattern
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Metaphor
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The Eagle
A| He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
A| Close to the sun in lonely lands,
A| Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
B| The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
B| He watches from his mountain walls,
B| And like a thunderbolt he falls.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A| Close to the sun in lonely lands,
A| Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
B| The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
B| He watches from his mountain walls,
B| And like a thunderbolt he falls.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Legend:
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Group Limerick
There was a cow who yelled moo.
He fell into his own poo.
A magician with spells,
had saved him from hell,
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.
Credits to Mark Wu
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Waters
In the distant sea.
Marine life seems to glisten.
Waves of pure allure.
The swift silence of water.
Blends good tidings of the heart.
Tanka.
- Five lines
- 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern
- Written about nature/emotion/personification
Rain
Splish, splosh, their melodies hum.
The beauty of rain.
Haiku.- Three lines
- 5-7-5 pattern
- Written about nature
- Seventeen syllables in total.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Attitude
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Analysis of CXXXII
Thine-eyes-I-love,-and-they,-as-pit-ying-me,
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Kno-wing-thy-heart-tor-ments-me-with-dis-dain,
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Have-put-on-black-and-lov-ing-mour-ners-be,
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Loo-king-with-pret-ty-ruth-upon-my-pain.
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And-truly-not-the-mor-ning-sun-of-hea-ven
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Bet-ter-be-comes-the-grey-cheeks-of-the-east,
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Nor-that-full-star-that-us-hers-in-the-ev-en,
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Doth-half-that-glo-ry-to-the-so-ber-west,
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As-those-two-mour-ning-eyes-be-come-thy-face:
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O!-let-it-then-as-well-be-seem-thy-heart
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To-mourn-for-me-since-mour-ning-doth-thee-grace,
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And-suit-thy-pi-ty-like-in-eve-ry-part.
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Then-will-I-swear-beau-ty-her-self-is-black,
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And-all-they-foul-that-thy-com-plex-ion-lack.
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Kno-wing-thy-heart-tor-ments-me-with-dis-dain,
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Have-put-on-black-and-lov-ing-mour-ners-be,
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Loo-king-with-pret-ty-ruth-upon-my-pain.
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And-truly-not-the-mor-ning-sun-of-hea-ven
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Bet-ter-be-comes-the-grey-cheeks-of-the-east,
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Nor-that-full-star-that-us-hers-in-the-ev-en,
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Doth-half-that-glo-ry-to-the-so-ber-west,
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As-those-two-mour-ning-eyes-be-come-thy-face:
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O!-let-it-then-as-well-be-seem-thy-heart
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To-mourn-for-me-since-mour-ning-doth-thee-grace,
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And-suit-thy-pi-ty-like-in-eve-ry-part.
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Then-will-I-swear-beau-ty-her-self-is-black,
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And-all-they-foul-that-thy-com-plex-ion-lack.
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Friday, February 10, 2012
CXXXII Thine Eyes I Love
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O! let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O! let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Ideal Dad
Jason
Dad sees me leave.
He passes his work to his boss.
Hardworking, loving, greatest dad of all.
Kelly
Dad usually drives dangerously.
His height is very tall, and we can hide behind him.
Dad goes diving to dig diamonds in the deep dark ocean.
Mark
The old dude who reads news on the moon.
He wears a suit that suits and he looks cute.
He watches football while sitting nude and his team lose.
Steven
Dad Vrooms in the driveway.
The door creaks as he comes in.
Tap tap he walks to my room.
Dad sees me leave.
He passes his work to his boss.
Hardworking, loving, greatest dad of all.
Kelly
Dad usually drives dangerously.
His height is very tall, and we can hide behind him.
Dad goes diving to dig diamonds in the deep dark ocean.
Mark
The old dude who reads news on the moon.
He wears a suit that suits and he looks cute.
He watches football while sitting nude and his team lose.
Steven
Dad Vrooms in the driveway.
The door creaks as he comes in.
Tap tap he walks to my room.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Chinese New Year
Clever
Clever
As poor as a lord.
As strong as a herd,
As cute as a pony,
As smart as nerd.
As thin as a dimension,
As white as a lie,
As fit as a block,
As dumb as a fly.
As bald as an eagle,
As neat as a freak,
As proud as a soul,
As ugly as a geek.
Use fresh similes when
you speak and you write,
so your friends will think you are
quite clever and bright.
As strong as a herd,
As cute as a pony,
As smart as nerd.
As thin as a dimension,
As white as a lie,
As fit as a block,
As dumb as a fly.
As bald as an eagle,
As neat as a freak,
As proud as a soul,
As ugly as a geek.
Use fresh similes when
you speak and you write,
so your friends will think you are
quite clever and bright.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Ant is Pig
First of all, I completely disagree with this so called "metaphor", but nevertheless it is part of the assignment to agree. Ants are wonderful creatures, unlike pigs...
Reasons:
| Notice the Resemblance! |
Reasons:
- Ants eat almost every minute, pigs eat almost every minute, thus, ant is pig.
- Ants are small, but have warm, teamwork hearts; pigs are big, but have cold, lazy hearts (they are fraternal twins).
- Ants appear to run slowly, pigs are slow, ant is pig.
- Ants appear to be greedy and are thieves; pigs are greedy and are thieves.
- Ants look ugly, pigs are ugly.
- Ants overflow their stomachs, pigs already have.
- Ants come red/pink and black; pigs come in pink and black.
- Ants live on the Earth; pigs live on the earth.
- Ants live in soil; pigs love the mud.
- Ants reproduce adequately; pigs reproduce adequately
Friday, January 27, 2012
The Network Designed to Share
I am a network designed to share.
I have words, poems, and polar bears.
I look dull, interesting and strange.
I enjoy journals, articles, squares.
What Am I?
I am as quick as Facebook.
I cannot feel, be real, or see.
I dislike swears, viruses, and hacks
I can upload, post, and add a marquee.
I am a blog.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Life As We Know It
Bliss.
Like oceans, vast, countless mysteries.
Computers of technology, cars, and money.
A home, love, and a sister.
wisdom, sleep, and time.
(undiscovered).
Parents.
My life is full of adventure and wondrous expeditions.
My life.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Strong Words
I am
Gentleness, Desperation, Boldness.
I like to swim and play hockey.
Care is important to me.
Truth is important to me.
Will is important to me.
I look at problems to be another adventure opportunity.
Pain is my weakness,
but pain is nothing compared to death.
People cannot face the truth.
We are foolish beings.
The Earth dies and we will perish.
I am
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Diamonte: Mountain & Oceans
Mountains
Green, Billions
Shifting, Protect, Inhabit
Titans, Giants, Waves, Exploration
Roam, Supply, Destroy
Vast, Powerful
Oceans
The One and The Only
I am the one and the only.
I wonder if I can fly.
I hear the flutter of freedom.
I see an angel cry.
I want to write a column.
I am the one and the only.
I pretend to travel remotely.
I feel the wind blow through me.
I touch the decaying bone.
I worry most about ye.
I cry when I'm forever alone.
I am the one and the only.
I understand if you're lonely.
I say nothing is impossible.
I dream of no pain, but a game.
I try avoiding the hospital.
I hope I am not the blame.
I am the one and the only.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Waiting For The Bus
- While I wait for the bus, play Angry Birds I must.
- Take caution of the road, It's called my cautious mode.
- I look up in the sky, I see birds flying high.
- Though the bus is very fast, my patience does not last.
- I talk to Angela, all she hears is my blahs.
- I sit down on the chairs, can't wait for the flight of stairs.
- After the Angry Birds, I start playing Tetris.
- Beating my high scores, that is what I do best.
- My eyes start to feel sore, I'm trying to ignore.
- How can this big fast bus, ever make such a fuss?
- Why can't they see, that I'm already zee.
- I check the time, for the tenth time.
- People stop waiting, the can't take the weight.
- I try counting cars, but there aren't any cars.
- I look to the side, and I see a red light.
- The cars were lined up, along with the bus.
- That's where they've been, they're waiting for the green.
- I raise out my hand, to signal the man.
- The one who was driving, the one with the bus key.
- It finally arrives, and luckily, I survived.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Nine of A Kind: Pieces of Poetry (3/3)
Foot
/ u // / u // / u
Stanza
2. Ex. Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.
Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you. (In Paris With You, James Fenton /first two stanzas)
- A foot is one unit of a meter; it includes stressed and unstressed syllables. Stressed syllables are marked with "/" and unstressed "u". It is not a line, it is within a line
- Ex. HELlo // EVERy // BOdy
/ u // / u // / u
Stanza
- A stanza is a group of lines within a poem. There are no rules that limits the number of lines, but in some poems, there are specific numbers of lines that need to be in a stanza.
2. Ex. Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air. (Mushrooms, Sylvia Plath /first two stanzas)
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air. (Mushrooms, Sylvia Plath /first two stanzas)
Refrain
- A refrain is one part of a poem that is repeated, especially repeated at the end of a stanza or between one or two stanzas. Refrains can be loose and direct, which means the repeated part of the poem can be exactly the same, or can be slightly different. The example shows a loose refrain.
2. Ex. Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.
Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you. (In Paris With You, James Fenton /first two stanzas)
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