Throughout our poetry unit we have worked on tons of different projects that have tested my ability to write certain types of poetry and to try and stay to the beat and rhythm of the poem as I write it. Either it was by following the bah-DUM or BAH-dum rhythm or by creative visual drawings with the words of my poems. It tested me by being more creative in my writing and to make my poems better. We started out with more basic and easy poems and overtime the difficulty of writing the poems got harder and harder to do because of the amount of rules and regulations that you had to follow when writing the individual poems. We all as a class were tested to write these poems in the most creative way possible and to follow the rules, but at the same time make it as unique as each person was and to reflect ourselves within our poems and to express our thoughts and feelings. I feel like during the poem unit my creative mind become more open to more ideas and I wasn’t as nervous about writing what I felt was write. Later on near the end of the poetry unit we were able to write whatever type of poem we wanted which after weeks of restrictions the ability of being able to have freedom in my writing and to write what came to mind was a well-earned feeling. When it came to the louder than a hornet poetry off I was really nervous because I was reading my own poetry to a room full of people who went about writing the poem in very different ways. I felt like no matter what my poems truly did express myself and my thoughts in mind and it was a way to express my creativity on paper.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Found Poem
http://www.startribune.com/local/173219771.html?refer=y
1st poem
The wildfires. that
s
t
r
u
c
k
northwest Minnesota.
have gone underground.
igniting layers of peat,
that could burn well into the winter.
More than 150 people. were.
working Monday by hand.
with fire trucks and with heavy equipment.
to try. to contain the wildfire.
which had grown from.
about 4,000 acres last week to 24,848 and was declared 30 percent contained.
,a
l
t
h
o
u
g
h
it was partly burning. underground,
said Gil Knight, spokesman for the multiagency team
working the fire north of Red Lake.
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2nd poem
The.
w
i
l
d
f
i
r
e
s
that struck.
northwest Minnesota have gone underground.
igniting layers of peat that could burn well into the winter
More than 150 people.
w
e
r
e
working Monday by hand
with fire trucks and with heavy equipment.
to try to contain the wildfire,
which had grown from about.
4,
0
0
0
acres last week. to
2
4
,
8
4
8
and was declared 30 percent. contained,
although it was partly
b
u
r
n
i
n
g
underground,
said Gil Knight, spokesman. for the multiagency team
working the fire north of Red Lake.
Explanation: I chose the article because I felt that because of the occurring dry streak that I should choose an article that talked about the danger of dry streaks which one is wildfires. Th articles basically describes a brief summary of the wildfire and ways that they are trying to prevent the underground spread of the fie.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Beat Poem
Nothing is more special than siting down and watching a movie about two Irish guys in Boston,
It brings me closer to my culture of red heads and potatoes,
If I need my car fixed Ill head over to Reilly's and stop by the muffin shop on the way back,
when I hang out with my friends we stop by T-Bell on our to EP,
And catch a movie at the cave,
When I go skiing whenever we see a kid go to slow off a jump then they become a knuckler,
I've never had a tweet and don't plan on it,
its too popular like mickyD's or BK,
or red heads and fugs,
Life isn't as simple as the drop down menu,
It takes hard work and passion,
It is more than just a daily trip to B-dubs.
B-dubs: a nickname for buffalo wild wings restaurant chain.
drop down menu: the menu you look up at and can choose anything you want from it at most fast food restaurants.
fugs: a nickname for Fuddruckers.
red heads: a nickname for the restaurant chain Wendy's.
mickyD's: nickname for McDonald's the restaurant chain.
BK: a nickname for the Burger King restaurant chain.
tweet : it means a person who has a twitter account or the name for a twitter message.
knuckler: when someone goes to slow off a ski jump and hits the knuckle of the landing sending them flying.
cave: a nickname for the movie theater.
the muffin shop: a nickname for breadsmiths.
Reilly's: it is a reference to O'Reilly auto shop
red heads and potatoes: a reference to Irish people
movie about two Irish guys in Boston: reference to the movie Boondocks Saints
EP: Eden prairie mall
Explanation: I believe that my poem has a jazz/blues feel to it because at least when I read through it its kinda slow, but at times it amps up and the beat is always changing like in a jazz or blues song. I think in my culture or at least my era the people that are a part of it are completely controlled with technology and in my poem I talk about the ways how I am really not like that and I am countering my current culture. I wrote this poem the way I did because it describes a simple boring life like a lot of blues songs back in the day. I wrote this poem the way I did to symbolize old time blues or jazz songs.
It brings me closer to my culture of red heads and potatoes,
If I need my car fixed Ill head over to Reilly's and stop by the muffin shop on the way back,
when I hang out with my friends we stop by T-Bell on our to EP,
And catch a movie at the cave,
When I go skiing whenever we see a kid go to slow off a jump then they become a knuckler,
I've never had a tweet and don't plan on it,
its too popular like mickyD's or BK,
or red heads and fugs,
Life isn't as simple as the drop down menu,
It takes hard work and passion,
It is more than just a daily trip to B-dubs.
B-dubs: a nickname for buffalo wild wings restaurant chain.
drop down menu: the menu you look up at and can choose anything you want from it at most fast food restaurants.
fugs: a nickname for Fuddruckers.
red heads: a nickname for the restaurant chain Wendy's.
mickyD's: nickname for McDonald's the restaurant chain.
BK: a nickname for the Burger King restaurant chain.
tweet : it means a person who has a twitter account or the name for a twitter message.
knuckler: when someone goes to slow off a ski jump and hits the knuckle of the landing sending them flying.
cave: a nickname for the movie theater.
the muffin shop: a nickname for breadsmiths.
Reilly's: it is a reference to O'Reilly auto shop
red heads and potatoes: a reference to Irish people
movie about two Irish guys in Boston: reference to the movie Boondocks Saints
EP: Eden prairie mall
Explanation: I believe that my poem has a jazz/blues feel to it because at least when I read through it its kinda slow, but at times it amps up and the beat is always changing like in a jazz or blues song. I think in my culture or at least my era the people that are a part of it are completely controlled with technology and in my poem I talk about the ways how I am really not like that and I am countering my current culture. I wrote this poem the way I did because it describes a simple boring life like a lot of blues songs back in the day. I wrote this poem the way I did to symbolize old time blues or jazz songs.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
the cold life
Walking down the cold sidewalk,
you see people hurt mentally and physically and there is no way to help them,
you hear their cry, but cannot answer them,
you run towards them to make their life a new,
but by the time you get to them they are gone,
you feel a tingle on your shoulder and realize its raining,
you keep walking in the poring raining waiting for someone to help you,
you realize that you are starting to become the people you tried to save,
there no way out of this life, but you don't believe that,
you run around trying to reach the ones you love with no answer or remorse,
and eventually you realize that this tormenting life has no end and it continues on in agony for all eternity,
that the pain will never stop,
the rain will continue to poor,
and the agonizing life that you've created for yourself will never end,
but continue on until someone crosses the road like you did to try and save someone from this agonizing life,
a guardian angel taking you to the great white light of night.
Walking
down
the
cold
sidewalk,
you
see
people
hurt
mentally
and
physically
and
there
is
no
way
to
help
them,
you
hear
their
cry,
but
cannot
answer
them,
you
run
towards
them
to
make
their
life
a
new,
but by the time you get to them they are gone, you feel a tingle on your shoulder and realize its raining, you keep walking in the poring raining waiting for someone to help you,
you realize that you are starting to become the people you tried to save, there no way out of this life,
but you
don't believe that, you run around trying to reach the ones you love with no answer or remorse, and
eventually you realize that this tormenting life has no end and it continues on in agony for all eternity,
That the
pain will never stop, the rain will continue to poor, and the agonizing life that you've created for yourself will never end, But continue on until someone crosses the road like you did to try and save someone from this agonizing life, a guardian angel taking you to the great white light of night.
Explanation:
My image is the words falling down like rain onto the cold streets which are described in my poem. It tells the story of a person who wishes to help, and gets that chance but is forced to take the place of the person he saved and must wait for someone else to take their place. The character try's to reach out to the ones they loved and the people that they thought loved them and realize that no one will take their place because the life they are going to live is a life of agony and sadness that no one wants to live.
you see people hurt mentally and physically and there is no way to help them,
you hear their cry, but cannot answer them,
you run towards them to make their life a new,
but by the time you get to them they are gone,
you feel a tingle on your shoulder and realize its raining,
you keep walking in the poring raining waiting for someone to help you,
you realize that you are starting to become the people you tried to save,
there no way out of this life, but you don't believe that,
you run around trying to reach the ones you love with no answer or remorse,
and eventually you realize that this tormenting life has no end and it continues on in agony for all eternity,
that the pain will never stop,
the rain will continue to poor,
and the agonizing life that you've created for yourself will never end,
but continue on until someone crosses the road like you did to try and save someone from this agonizing life,
a guardian angel taking you to the great white light of night.
Walking
down
the
cold
sidewalk,
you
see
people
hurt
mentally
and
physically
and
there
is
no
way
to
help
them,
you
hear
their
cry,
but
cannot
answer
them,
you
run
towards
them
to
make
their
life
a
new,
but by the time you get to them they are gone, you feel a tingle on your shoulder and realize its raining, you keep walking in the poring raining waiting for someone to help you,
you realize that you are starting to become the people you tried to save, there no way out of this life,
but you
don't believe that, you run around trying to reach the ones you love with no answer or remorse, and
eventually you realize that this tormenting life has no end and it continues on in agony for all eternity,
That the
pain will never stop, the rain will continue to poor, and the agonizing life that you've created for yourself will never end, But continue on until someone crosses the road like you did to try and save someone from this agonizing life, a guardian angel taking you to the great white light of night.
Explanation:
My image is the words falling down like rain onto the cold streets which are described in my poem. It tells the story of a person who wishes to help, and gets that chance but is forced to take the place of the person he saved and must wait for someone else to take their place. The character try's to reach out to the ones they loved and the people that they thought loved them and realize that no one will take their place because the life they are going to live is a life of agony and sadness that no one wants to live.
Monday, October 8, 2012
"Death" by Michael Boarman
"Death" by: Michael Boarman
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
sadness shall fall and make the day unfold,
it shall bring a light that is way to bright,
for he will come to get you on the flight,
to leave the box where you may lay ice-cold,
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
fight to again see the bright light of night,
for the stories of you life must be told,
it shall bring a sight that is way to bright,
to fight the night shall lengthen your wiry fight,
to live again and follow the stories you have told,
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
you must be brave to fight the battle of site,
you've fought all your life to stop the foretold,
it shall bring a light that is way to bright,
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
sadness shall fall and make the day unfold,
it shall bring a light that is way to bright,
for he will come to get you on the flight,
to leave the box where you may lay ice-cold,
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
fight to again see the bright light of night,
for the stories of you life must be told,
it shall bring a sight that is way to bright,
to fight the night shall lengthen your wiry fight,
to live again and follow the stories you have told,
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
you must be brave to fight the battle of site,
you've fought all your life to stop the foretold,
it shall bring a light that is way to bright,
for life will end and death shall come like told,
to welcome thee in to the life of mold,
Death shall bring a start to the stormy night,
It shall bring a light that is way to bright.
Explanation:
The poem that I wrote was about fighting death and staying alive to see tomorrows sunshine. To fight to not see the white light of death and fight to see another day alive and well. It is basically a fight against death to stay alive and to tell the ones you love the stories of your life that you wish for them to know to further their lives.
Explanation:
The poem that I wrote was about fighting death and staying alive to see tomorrows sunshine. To fight to not see the white light of death and fight to see another day alive and well. It is basically a fight against death to stay alive and to tell the ones you love the stories of your life that you wish for them to know to further their lives.
sonnet love poem
Love is link the wind,
It is compassion,
it shows ways you've sinned,
with utter attraction,
it shows you true wants,
and you basic needs,
written in basic fonts,
for everyone to read,
but soon love shall fade,
and become no more,
for there'll be no aid,
for you'll never adore,
Because the ones with love,
fly with morning doves.
Explanation: The poem I wrote initially talked about the how love is a luxury and can be taken away very quickly. It shows you what you truly want and what you need in life. The Volta is when I talk about how love is their and then it fades because you do not take advantage of it while it was there. The beginning describes love, the middle is what love does to you, and the end describes what happens when you take advantage of it.
It is compassion,
it shows ways you've sinned,
with utter attraction,
it shows you true wants,
and you basic needs,
written in basic fonts,
for everyone to read,
but soon love shall fade,
and become no more,
for there'll be no aid,
for you'll never adore,
Because the ones with love,
fly with morning doves.
Explanation: The poem I wrote initially talked about the how love is a luxury and can be taken away very quickly. It shows you what you truly want and what you need in life. The Volta is when I talk about how love is their and then it fades because you do not take advantage of it while it was there. The beginning describes love, the middle is what love does to you, and the end describes what happens when you take advantage of it.
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