Poem 1.
i love you so much
more than you will ever know,
three words, eight letters
i never want you to leave
and i will never leave you
Poem 2.
i love you so much more than you will
ever know, three words, eight letters, i
never want you to leave and i will
never ever leave you i love you
Poem 3.
you are the greatest thing i have
ever known, i could never love
another, and i never will, i
can promise you that i love you
Poem 4.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Elegy
my dear you were the greatest of them all!
you knew the most
you loved the most
and you expected the least
you taught me everything i know
you gave me everything i have
dont fear, i will be with you soon
only time will tell
my heart will break
and so will i
i still can't believe youre gone
nothing will ever be the same
no one will ever give what you gave me
no one will ever teach what you taught me
and no one will ever love the way you loved me
i will never love another
you knew the most
you loved the most
and you expected the least
you taught me everything i know
you gave me everything i have
dont fear, i will be with you soon
only time will tell
my heart will break
and so will i
i still can't believe youre gone
nothing will ever be the same
no one will ever give what you gave me
no one will ever teach what you taught me
and no one will ever love the way you loved me
i will never love another
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Activty C Free Write
College. There is so much to do to prepare. So much yet to be done. I don't know where I want to go yet. I don't know if I am making the right choices. Its just so hard. I don't know what to do. I Don't know if my grades will get me in. I don't know if I will get in to my number one school. I just want it to be over. I just want to be done with it. I want to have the best essay and the best letters. I want the schools to see what I am and what I can really do.
College.
There is so much to do to prepare.
So much yet to be done.
I don't know where I want to go yet.
I don't know if I am making the right choices.
Its just so hard.
I don't know what to do.
I Don't know if my grades will get me in.
I don't know if I will get in to my number one school.
I just want it to be over.
I just want to be done with it.
I want to have the best essay
and the best letters.
I want the schools to see what I am
and what I can really do.
College.
There is so much to do to prepare.
So much yet to be done.
I don't know where I want to go yet.
I don't know if I am making the right choices.
Its just so hard.
I don't know what to do.
I Don't know if my grades will get me in.
I don't know if I will get in to my number one school.
I just want it to be over.
I just want to be done with it.
I want to have the best essay
and the best letters.
I want the schools to see what I am
and what I can really do.
Activity B Making A Poem
For her part,
Diana Spencer’s life was also normal
and ordinary.
On the eve of her wedding
she learned of the bracelet
with intertwined initials
Charles was about to give his lover.
Diana told her sisters
she couldn’t marry him.
“Too late, Duch,” they counseled,
“your face is on the tea towels.”
It was a shock,
but no surprise to Diana,
when Camilla’s picture fluttered
out of Charles’ diary on the honeymoon
http://www.wayneandtamara.com/charlesdiana.htm
Diana Spencer’s life was also normal
and ordinary.
On the eve of her wedding
she learned of the bracelet
with intertwined initials
Charles was about to give his lover.
Diana told her sisters
she couldn’t marry him.
“Too late, Duch,” they counseled,
“your face is on the tea towels.”
It was a shock,
but no surprise to Diana,
when Camilla’s picture fluttered
out of Charles’ diary on the honeymoon
http://www.wayneandtamara.com/charlesdiana.htm
Activity A Seperating the Poem
Is there a tune
more happy
than a daughter’s windchime laugh?
A silence
more crushing
than her rolling tear?
Is there a breeze
more cooling
than a son’s slumbered sigh?
A thought
more awesome
than the question that he asks?
And is there a truer joy
when I am the clown?
Shame when I accuse and rage?
Peace when I pull up the sheet?
Pride when I strike the flint?
I made these kids and I make these kids. And they make me.
more happy
than a daughter’s windchime laugh?
A silence
more crushing
than her rolling tear?
Is there a breeze
more cooling
than a son’s slumbered sigh?
A thought
more awesome
than the question that he asks?
And is there a truer joy
when I am the clown?
Shame when I accuse and rage?
Peace when I pull up the sheet?
Pride when I strike the flint?
I made these kids and I make these kids. And they make me.
10 Ways of Looking at your Friend
I.
The cell phone rings on loud
The girl anxiously picks up
Wondering whose on the other line
A play date is arranged
II.
A letter comes in the mail. Whats inside?
COME CELEBRATE SALLYS BIRTHDAY
Suzie screams with excitement
The worlds greatest present must be purchased.
III.
Its 4 am.
The girls are screaming of laughter
They were told to be quiet many times
But nothing could stop their laughter at the sleepover.
IV.
I was walking through the park.
I saw two little girls
They were holding hands, they were smiling.
They were best friends
V.
Truth or dare? Truth
Who do you like? Don't tell a single soul.
I won't I promise. OK, I trust you. Timmy:)
VI.
I was not having a good day.
Im fact it was the worst day ever.
I saw my best friend
The day turned into the best day ever.
VII.
I can't believe she would do that to me
She does not know how to be a friend.
Why did I ever trust her?
I should have never done that.
VIII.
I'm best friends with Sally. But no one likes Sally.
I love Sally.
People always talk bad about her.
I was stick up for her.
IX.
Why did you get me this gift?
Cus your the best friend in the world!
Oh thank you.
Yes, anytime. I was just thinking about how great you are.
X.
My necklace says forever.
Her necklace says best friends.
Its broken for a reason.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Narrative Emoition Poem
The Cloud
this cloud was ugly
this cloud was very skinny
but this cloud was also very angry
it had a group of other cloud friends
they were bigger than him
darker than him
these clouds were not white
they were not cute
they were not in the shapes of animals
these clouds were a gang
this cloud turned my day around
i was at the park
then i left the park because the clouds were roaring
they were yelling at me
they were angry
i did not like these clouds
this cloud was ugly
this cloud was very skinny
but this cloud was also very angry
it had a group of other cloud friends
they were bigger than him
darker than him
these clouds were not white
they were not cute
they were not in the shapes of animals
these clouds were a gang
this cloud turned my day around
i was at the park
then i left the park because the clouds were roaring
they were yelling at me
they were angry
i did not like these clouds
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Modern Poems
1. life is like
one big cloud
sometimes its so big and fluffy
all you want to do is laugh and other
times it can get very dark
and all you want to do
is cry.
2. a modern poem is laughter. a modern poem is tearfilled. a modern poem is love. a modern poem is hate. a modern poem is anything you want it to be.
one big cloud
sometimes its so big and fluffy
all you want to do is laugh and other
times it can get very dark
and all you want to do
is cry.
2. a modern poem is laughter. a modern poem is tearfilled. a modern poem is love. a modern poem is hate. a modern poem is anything you want it to be.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Sonnet
You hold me together A
You make everything better A
Where are you? B
You pick me up when I am down C
Sometimes I still feel as though I may drown C
I don't know what to do B
I don't have much else to say D
Just please don't walk away D
I miss you more and more everyday D
I would give anything for you to be here E
I would give anything for you to be near E
I hope its nice where you are F
Way upon that little star F
I want you to know love you B
I wish you would me too B
You make everything better A
Where are you? B
You pick me up when I am down C
Sometimes I still feel as though I may drown C
I don't know what to do B
I don't have much else to say D
Just please don't walk away D
I miss you more and more everyday D
I would give anything for you to be here E
I would give anything for you to be near E
I hope its nice where you are F
Way upon that little star F
I want you to know love you B
I wish you would me too B
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Anapestic Poem
The Cloud
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the oceans and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavillion of Heaven in bare,
And the winds and the sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the oceans and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavillion of Heaven in bare,
And the winds and the sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
Trochaic Poems Adrift Summer Lunber
Daylight dims, preparing minds to lay hush
during talbeus under lunar spotlight
Canvas tells of tragedy through a brush
gripped by vagrant fingers filled with frostbite
Eyelids serving as view points for foreseight
drift from shallow senses to deeper thoughts.
Tinted shadows will froth forth in twilight
fog and bloom the blankets at fifty knots.
Numb sensations wash the deck off a yacht
soaked upon the salivating ocean,
thus the dreams of peaceful retirement caught
gulping down in sudden weightless motion.
Razor white-caps floss with remnants of hull;
waves of slumber clash inside the old skull.
during talbeus under lunar spotlight
Canvas tells of tragedy through a brush
gripped by vagrant fingers filled with frostbite
Eyelids serving as view points for foreseight
drift from shallow senses to deeper thoughts.
Tinted shadows will froth forth in twilight
fog and bloom the blankets at fifty knots.
Numb sensations wash the deck off a yacht
soaked upon the salivating ocean,
thus the dreams of peaceful retirement caught
gulping down in sudden weightless motion.
Razor white-caps floss with remnants of hull;
waves of slumber clash inside the old skull.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Blog about Blogging
I do not like to blog. I think its kind of a waste of time and I'd rather read facts about people than read their opinions. My public speaking class makes us blog too and it gets annoying. I suppose I don't mind it every once in a while but its just gets old after a while.
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