Abstract Noun Blog Post

1) Love is blue bird book sitting together

2) Hate is black cards a person gives you with or without a  reason

3) Depression is dark blue trails you have to walk at night alone

4) Happiness is a star burst orange Popsicle  in the summer time.

5) Sadness is still silver shoes that don't fit

6) Anger is red hot candies that no one likes

I Have Seen Responses

I read Cheyenne's abstract poem, "You can't defend yourself" and I thought it had a lot of imagery. I could feel myself picturing her words, like " I have seen through tears drying down someone's cheek." I feel this poem had so much meaning behind each word. Like she really thought it through and didn't just put words certain places because she thought it sounded good. I really liked the I would rather be verse, the repetition was a nice touch. One of my favorite lines was," I won't change though, I'm persistent." It makes me think that the person knows they are being selfish but they can't help it. There was also repetition with poke and pester throughout the poem. The first verse I felt was a bit dark, but not in a bad way. It made my head go to a different mind set, which was the point. I felt Cheyennes poem did a really good job of capturing the essence of her abstract noun. So all in all I think she did an amazing job.

I read Harlyns poem, "Trembling Earth" and I thought it was amazing. She used so much imagery throughout the entire poem that I felt as if I were there. For example the verse," I have watched the fiery power of pounding fists trying to break the peace and send the earth into chaos." When I read that I can see the world breaking into chaos and things going horrible. There is also alliteration with power and pounding. One of my favorite lines was," I have heard the ocean of mean words." That is a fantastic metaphor. She's heard so much name calling, and verbal abuse that it could fill an ocean. I like the way she ends her poem with a question because it leaves the reader thinking. And if there thinking then there friends are going to want to know what there thinking about, so then there friends will read the poem. So it's a good way to get people to read it. And I hope people do because her poem talks about a serious issue that the world has. But all in all I thought Harlyn did a great job of making her abstract noun concrete.

Poem Response #1

I read the poem 79 by Joachim du Bellay.  The first Line is " I do not write of love: I am no lover." There's plenty of poetry just in the first line, starting with assonance in the of, love, and lover. This first line lets you know what kind of poem it will be. Obviously it won't be a poem about joy and love, for it states that he is not a lover. The first three lines of the poem start with the words " I do not" so there's repetition. There's also an approximate rhyme with the woman, and human and also assonance. Throughout the next two lines the author repeats pleasure and shows assonance with, no, on, and own. So just within the first paragraph there's many elements of poetry. But what really made me choose this poem were the lines and and the meaning behind what's being said. It's actually a pretty sad poem. For example the line, " I do not write of beauty: I have no woman."  He's saying how he doesn't no what beauty is because he is alone. He has no one to love. " I do not write of gentleness but the human rudeness I see." He doesn't believe humans are gentle beings. So maybe he has been hurt by someone before and doesn't trust people anymore.  Throughout the entire poem he is stating things he does not do, and why he chooses not to do them. Like, he doesn't ask for favors since he doesn't socialize with people. The last line of the first paragraph is a bit depressing. Even though he says he doesn't hang out with people, he admits he is lonely. To me that's sad, feeling lonely is one of the worst feelings in the world, at least to me it is. I have never seen a poem in this format before so it intrigued me.  I also usually go for the happy, joyful, quirky, types of poems. So it was a change for me to read something more dramatic and sorrowful. But I have to say that I really enjoyed, and that I think I will be reading more of these types of poems soon.

Lost.

I have seen the warm welcoming sunrise
The day just beginning to start
The Birds chirping filling my ears
The thought of seeing my friends
Driving me to continue moving

I have smelt the freshly mowed lawn
The grass green as ever
The blue sky shining above
The clear spring water glistening
Happiness filling every visible object
Oh how naive I was.

Something changed.
Something switched.
My world was moving to fast
To fast for me to keep up
I was falling, further and further behind

 Stop!
"Just wait for me" I wanted to shout
But my words never made it
For I didn't say it
Lost. I was lost.

Lost in my own thoughts
Lost in my own world
Consumed by the darkness of never getting out
Seeing, but not feeling
Hearing, but not listening
For I was to lost to ever be found.

You Think You're Cooler Than Me?

Madison’s so great

You haters can hate

I ain’t gonna appreciate

But hey, what can I say?

I gotta A+ in physics

And I got tons of toys

I’m so good at b-ball

I out do all da boys

I can spell Mississippi

And I can ride a bike

You think you’re cooler than me?

Sorry, but I ain't gonna fight!

Limericks.

Limericks

There was once a goat named Billy

His looks just gave me the willies

He has four eyes

And eats tons of pies

No wonder his nickname is silly

There was once a bear named Ted

He loved sleeping in peoples beds

One day I was on the phone

And when I got home

Ted was in my bed

There once was a girl named Noa

She was friends with lots of boas

One rapped around her neck

And she fell down the deck

Poor Noa, Poor Noa, Poor Noa.

Haiku's

Nature

Wings spread wide open

Breathing in the summer wind

The butterfly waits

Modern

Silence overwhelms

Sitting. Waiting. Hoping. 

 But no call ever comes.                              

Season

White covers the ground

My nose is pink, hands are numb

Merry music plays.