Sunday, February 3, 2013

Pick a Poem

We have been spending a significant amount of time on poetry. This week, I want you to find a poem that you admire. Whether it's a classic childhood poem, a newly discovered poem, or a poem that we have read in class, choose one and copy and paste it into your post.
 BE SURE TO INCLUDE THE NAME AND THE POET! 
 
Then, in at least 8 sentences, explain why you like the poem. Talk about the figurative language, the rhythm or rhyming, or the overall meaning of the poem. What makes it so great? Is it powerful? Is it cheerful? Do you like the mood or tone it conveys?
 

Your post is due no later than Friday at 5pm!

12 comments:

  1. Whatif

    By Shel Silverstein

    from the book "A Light in the Attic" (1981)

    Last night, while I lay thinking here,

    some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

    and pranced and partied all night long

    and sang their same old Whatif song:

    Whatif I'm dumb in school?

    Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

    Whatif I get beat up?

    Whatif there's poison in my cup?

    Whatif I start to cry?

    Whatif I get sick and die?

    Whatif I flunk that test?

    Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

    Whatif nobody likes me?

    Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

    Whatif I don't grow talle?

    Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

    Whatif the fish won't bite?

    Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

    Whatif they start a war?

    Whatif my parents get divorced?

    Whatif the bus is late?

    Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?

    Whatif I tear my pants?

    Whatif I never learn to dance?

    Everything seems well, and then

    the nighttime Whatifs strike again!




    I like this poem because it had a lot of rhyme in it. The person was thinking negative. She was worried. She didn’t know what to do if some of these things happened to her. She thought about a lot of stuff like a lot of things that could happen to her. She thinks about these things when she lays down to try to sleep. Sometimes I think Negative and now I am going to think Positive.

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  2. A Hero?
    Her hero is pretty and thin
    Her hero is a hero to many
    A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
    A role model, a hero of glamour
    Her hero is a hero to many

    His hero is fit and fast
    His hero is a hero to many
    A hero of sport, a hero of games
    A role model, a hero of victory
    His hero is a hero to many

    Her hero is clever yet plane
    Her hero is a hero to few
    A hero of science, a hero of logic
    A role model, a hero of knowledge
    Her hero is a hero to few

    His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
    His hero is a hero to few
    A hero of word a hero of writings
    A role model, a hero of language
    His hero is a hero to few

    But that’s the thing with your heros....
    Hero worship is only skin deep.

    By,Timothy Vendar

    I like this poem called "A Hero?" because of what it's about. The speaker talks about how her hero is a role model and everything perfect. Her hero is someone who is "thin" and "tough." The second speaker's hero is "fit" and "fast." The girl and the boy in the poem only think of whats on the outside, and not the inside. I think that whats in the inside counts more than whats on the outside.Thats why I like the poem.

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  3. Birthday
    The party clown was awake at the lake,
    The toy - store man was not awake,
    The bakery man was out of cake,
    I hope you like this birthday snake.
    I like this poem by Shel Silverstein From the book "A Light in the Attic" (1981). I think this poem is funny. I think this because the meaning of the poem is that this person forgot about someones birthday so he/she came up with all these excuses then gave the person a birthday snake.I also like this because it has really amazing rhyme, For Example - Awake:Snake or Cake:Lake. Rhyme is when two different things sound alike. My mom showed this poem to me because she said "it sounds like something you would do to your brother, Skyler". I like this poem so much I read it to my sister every night!

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  4. “Be with the one that makes you happy the one that makes you smile
    the one that makes you laugh
    And each day worthwhile love life for the moment
    try hard to make it last
    because life is short
    it goes by so fast
    so when you find love
    don't let it slip away
    hold it forever
    and cherish it each day
    as long as you are happy
    that is what you should do
    love that someone and let them know before your life is through”
    by Rican Shawty

    This is one of my favorite poem because it gets me in a good mood. It makes me feel happy. This poem has lots of figurative language.. Such as metaphors,similes,symbols,alliteration,personification. “As long as you are happy” is an example of a alliteration because there are three word that sound the same. It also has personification. It states “don't let it slip away” love can't slip away only humans can slip. It has a little rhyming such as try hard to make it last it goes by so fast. It makes me feel happy and cheerful. I like the mood. also the pattern. It has a nice rhythm.

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  5. Flag by Shel Silverstein :

    One star is for Alaska
    One star is for Nebraska
    One star is North Dakota
    One star is Minnesota
    There are lots of other stars,
    But I forgot which ones they are

    I like the poem because it talks about the states . I like the riming . He talks about how the American flag and the stars are
    symbols of the Country. The mood of the poem is patriotic.

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  6. The Months

    January brings the snow,
    makes our feet and fingers glow.

    February brings the rain,
    Thaws the frozen lake again.

    March brings breezes loud and shrill,
    stirs the dancing daffodil.

    April brings the primrose sweet,
    Scatters daisies at our feet.

    May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
    Skipping by their fleecy dams.

    June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
    Fills the children's hand with posies.

    Hot july brings cooling showers,
    Apricots and gillyflowers.

    August brings the sheaves of corn,
    Then the harvest home is borne.

    Warm september brings the fruit,
    Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

    Fresh October brings the pheasants,
    Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

    Dull November brings the blast,
    Then the leaves are whirling fast.

    Chill December brings the sleet,
    Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

    By Sara Coleridge



    This poem “The Months” by Sara Coleridge has been one of my favorites since childhood. It has helped me to realize that you should seek to find the beauty in everyone and everything, just as the poet finds the good things in every month of the year. Personification is the piece of figurative language that makes up the entire poem. For almost every month, she uses personification in some creative and descriptive way. For example, to talk about the month of April, the poet writes “April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet.” This is an example of personification because April can not actually scatter daisies at people’s feet. Another example of figurative language in the poem is rhyming. For each month, there are two lines, and both of those lines rhyme with each other. It is a very soft toned poem and it draws your attention. She uses great description to help you understand what happens during each specific month and how it makes you feel. “The Months” by Sara Coleridge is a very cheerful poem and every line encourages you to anticipate the month that is to come.

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  7. True beauty is in the way she laughs
    True beauty is in her eyes
    True beauty is how she acts
    True beauty is inside
    True beauty is unseen
    True beauty is only felt
    True beauty is not mean
    True beauty is herself
    True beauty can't be cruel
    True beauty is bare
    True beauty lies within you
    True beauty is always there
    True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
    True beauty means true love
    True beauty can't be baked up
    True beauty is the flight of a dove
    True beauty has no flaws
    For True beauty is all that matters after all

    I enjoy the poem, "What's in Your Heart" by Ricky Baker because it shows that true beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Some say that beauty is only skin deep, but most people believe otherwise. It is not only skin deep, but everyone is beautiful in their own way. Many people can have a pretty face, but a beautiful personality is worth much more. Beauty comes from the heart and can be controlled by the mind. I know that this poem is wonderful. It must give many people a self esteem boost. I love the poem "What's in Your Heart" by Ricky Baker.

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  8. Who wants a pancake,
    Sweet and piping hot?
    Good little Grace looks up and says,
    "I'll take the one on top."
    Who else wants a pancake,
    Fresh off the griddle?
    Terrible Theresa smiles and says,
    "I'll take the one in the middle."

    This poem is named "Pancakes"By Shel Silverstien.This poems reminds me of when I was a little kid in elementary school.This poem I think is pretty funny and entertaining.There are many examples of poetic devices mostly alteration such as "Good little Grace"and "Terrible Theresa."There are also examples of rhyming such as griddle and middle,and top and hot.This poem reminds me of a big piping hot plate of old fashioned pancakes.So to me when I read it,it tastes like home.

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  9. This is a poem called "Invitation" by Shel Silverstein.

    If you are a dreamer, come in,
    If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
    A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
    If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
    For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
    Come in!

    It is my favorite poem because it is saying no matter what you are, you don't have to be afraid to open up to the world. It is very powerful because it is telling you to open up your heart to the world. It rhymes in the poem. The meaning of this poem is no matter if you lie, dream, or wish, you are never alone. It is sort of cheerful. I like the mood because if you are sad, this poem will pick you up. This poem "Invitation" by Shel Silverstein is my favorite poem ever.

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  10. Listen to the Mustn’ts

    Listen to the Mustn’ts child,
    Listen to the don’ts
    Listen to the shouldn’ts
    The impossibilities, the won’ts
    Listen to the never haves
    Then listen close to me-
    Anything can happen, child,
    Anything can be.

    Shel Silverstein.

    I really love this poem, It gets me inspired to always follow my dreams. It’s reassuring to read “Anything can happen child, Anything can be.” It gives me hope to think all of my dreams will come true if I listen to the right advice. If I’m having a bad day I will read this poem and everything goes better. This poem can give anyone a positive outlook on life. I like how the poem has repetition, you can really understand the concept better. This poem is a great life lesson. The wise words are telling you that anything can happen. You just have to listen to the people who really care about you. Listen to the Mustn’ts is one of the most inspiring poems ever.


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  11. "The best kind of friends are the ones that you share good times with. A friend who can make you laugh is worth a handful who can't. So often we walk around with the weight of the world on our shoulders. Our bodies become tense and this is a cause for most illnesses. Having humor in your life is not just a matter of a good time, it's also a matter of living longer. Often when you have a friendship that has lasted a long time you continue to share memories of humorous interactions that you shared. This may be the glue that holds the friendship together."


    I really like this poem "Humor is the key" by and unknown author because in many ways it shows that humor and friendship is a necessity in life. Friends and friendships are a key factor to my life as well as laughing. Enjoying every second you take is very important to live your everyday life. "Having humor in your life is not just a matter of a good time, it's also a matter of living longer." This shows that humor is a matter of living longer, many people may have a wonderful life but what you certainly need is humor, laughing smiling. Life is beautiful enjoy every moment you have. Laugh while you can. "Often when you have a friendship that has lasted a long time you continue to share memories of humorous interactions that you shared. This may be the glue that holds the friendship together." Humor is a large par of friendship also. This poem really makes you think.

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  12. A poem I really like is Sarah Synthia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out. It is a poem by Shel Silverstein. As a little kid my Mom used to read me poetry as a bed-time story. I really enjoyed this poem because of how outlandish it was! The amount of garbage was piled from New York to Golden Gate! This poem has TONS of figurative language! Like, crusts of black burned buttered toast which is an alliteration. Also drippy ends of ice cream cones, and gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, which is an onomatopoeia, drippy and gloppy. Within those lines is another onomatopoeia, gloppy glumps.



    Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

    Would not take the garbage out!
    She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
    Candy the yams and spice the hams,
    And though her daddy would scream and shout,
    She simply would not take the garbage out.
    And so it piled up to the ceilings:
    Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
    Brown bananas, rotten peas,
    Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
    It filled the can, it covered the floor,
    It cracked the window and blocked the door
    With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
    Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
    Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
    Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
    Pizza crusts and withered greens,
    Soggy beans and tangerines,
    Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
    Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
    The garbage rolled on down the hall,
    It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
    Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
    Globs of gooey bubble gum,
    Cellophane from green baloney,
    Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
    Peanut butter, caked and dry,
    Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
    Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
    Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
    Cold french fried and rancid meat,
    Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
    At last the garbage reached so high
    That it finally touched the sky.
    And all the neighbors moved away,
    And none of her friends would come to play.
    And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
    "OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
    But then, of course, it was too late. . .
    The garbage reached across the state,
    From New York to the Golden Gate.
    And there, in the garbage she did hate,
    Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
    That I cannot now relate
    Because the hour is much too late.
    But children, remember Sarah Stout
    And always take the garbage out!
    Shel Silverstein, 1974

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