Type your poems here. I'd be thrilled to have you share them with the world. First you traced with your eyes--then with your hands. Then you moved and bellowed noises, some bizarre, others modest. The result was a collection of fantastic poetry.
This is a picture of one of my favorite poets, T.S. Eliot. My son's middle name is a tribute to Eliot, whose "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is utterly brilliant.
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My 1st Hour poem:
Imagine the harsh, blunt, sharp slash of
the knife into flesh
the rain onto flesh
the repent of lips
the repetition of days
Imagine the horizontal--the inevitable, infinite
Imagine the whip, curve, spike, strike, point of the vertical bolt--such height, such surge
The sky opens, then back up it goes
Imagine the pinch of your nerves when you hold your mom's head in your lap
Do you pinch her dead ear?
My 3rd Hour poem:
Missile to the middle of my mind
Moan at the moon
Meet me where we mete out meat
Mock Martel?--you're a mere meerkat
Mean who's the minion?
Marvel at the moon
Mad man
Marvel at a minnow
A metal medal for to meddle, for mettle
Miss you might
Might you miss
Martel makes you
Master the moon (is the psyche)
an "M" is:
two waves
two mountains
a hammock
a tarpaulin
a pendulum
a basket
a conductor
a mouth
My 5th Hour poem:
riding a pink continuum
toward flow understanding
hoping for horizontal end
and vertical beginning
a crest of contour and
confusion will lead to
a tidal tsunami of
dolphins speaking English
Muslims hugging Christians
at McKennan Park
Albatrosses taking a coffee break
flux like the clouds we've
never seen before
There is so much emptiness
So much loss
So much we miss
Territory marked by piss
Who invented the kiss?
My 7th Hour poem:
The infinite is unknown
So why try?
The high is great
So why try?
The great is math
So try.
The math is needed
So try. Do. Build. Act. Seek. Go forth.
I am scrambled all about in a quiet jungle. Unsecure of where I stand lost and separated from life breathless I lay until the poison goes away trapped behind a net weak scared, but willing to break free.
ReannaMennis_6
While we were in the gym, I drew a picture that kind of looked like a boat, so i wrote a little couplet for it.
The tiger could hardly stay afloat,
luckily, the boy saved him and got him on the boat.
Charlie Sellers_6
I thought of a few more couplets to put on here.
The hyena tore off and ate the zebra's leg,
but when the hyena's demise came, it didn't even have a chance to beg.
The zebra didn't really do anything, not even thrash about,
while the hyena started to eat it from the inside-out.
The orang-utan was so motherly, fierce, and true,
but that stupid old hyena decided to eat her too.
Charlie Sellers_6
Traffic cone in chaos.
Orange with flaming loudness.
Obnoxious annoyance.
Why are you so bright?
Always in my sight.
Preventing a crash in the lonely night.
Megan Bly
Period 7
While in the gym, I drew a picture of a shovel and used words associated with it to write a poem about Life of Pi.
Don't lose faith
in the depths
of the ocean.
Don't lose faith
on the raft,
hard and jagged.
Don't lose faith
through the rough
waves of water.
Keep your faith
after enduring
useful tools.
Keep your faith
after the island
full of fresh water holes.
Just keep going
like a shovel
digging for gold.
Sharply edged into the abstract darkness
narrow mindlessness is pointless
blacked by the metallic cold
leaves edgy stories long foretold.
Ryan Hansen. pd 7.
A little boy,
All Alone;
Abandon.
He stares at teh moon with questions.
Wondering what will happen next.
Caos surrounds him, but there is no escape.
He's alone now, looking towards tomorrow.
Will someone come to his rescue?
Or just watch with sorrow?
He'll question himself and what to do next.
But he'll never get an answer, as he watches out in fear.
Blue, bubbly, balloon,
Sharp, connected, and bright
Flying, floating, bouncing
Into the orange sunlight
Hold on little one for you don't want it to get away
Valerie Beck P.7
i wrote this poem a long time ago like back when i was a freshmen i dont know why i wrote it or what it means or how i felt the time i wrote it.
Im running through the forest
Trying to make sense why im here
I see a familier face
The smile on his face appears
I try to say something but no words will come out
He beckons me to come
I try to walk towards him
But my feet feel like there glued to the ground
The smile on his face becomes a frown
He slowly disappears in the distance calling my name softly
The only sound left is my silent weeps and tears
I fall slowly to my knees
Then fall to the ground
Darkness
i know its kinda dark and sad haha. But i left it in my time capsule, it was kinda wierd that i put it in there
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