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Creative Writing Poetry
Persona Poem A structured 8-line poem, biographical in nature. title Name of author of poem ·first name/nickname of the person in the poem ·4 adjectives which describe the person ·X of Y formula, about an important relationship to the person ·3 things s/he loves ·3 things that scare her/him ·3 things s/he wants to see ·resident of...a place or time or concept ·last name of the person in the poem
Persona Poem E dward Cullen By Edward Cullen Ed ward Immortal, lonely, loving, protective Son of Carlisle Vegetarianism, Bella, running through the forest Volturri, Bellas safety, Shapeshifters Bella grow old, blush of Bellas face, Esmes Island Resident of Forks, Washington Cullen
Persona Poem K atniss Everdeen B y Katniss Everdeen K atniss Humble, resourceful, protective, hunter Sister of Prim Gale, her family, Peeta The Games, The Capitol, President Snow Home, her father, the woods Resident of District 12 Everdeen
Up and Down Poems Description for Up and Down Poems: Structured poems using a word or phrase in a top-to-bottom ("up and down") direction. Works well as follow up for a class event, activity, topic or related reading.
Up and Down Poems Horrible stuff, cOmpletely disgusting, in fact! Makes mE Want to gO and find a "Real job"... Nah, I don't thinK so!!
Up and Down Poems Directions ….. ·Choose a word or phrase as the topic for the poem. ·Students then brainstorm related words · Consider adjectives, adverbs, feeling words, power words, etc. · Write the word DOWN the middle of the page · one letter per line · · Fit words and phrases around the letters, using the brainstorm list to help. The idea is that each letter from the key word becomes incorporated into the word or phrase going across. · ·Hint: Write the key word in all caps, big, or even in color, so letters stand out and the key word can is easy to read.
Up and Down Poems Why Eat In Great Heaping Tons
a bstract pe r sonal crea t ions
Stress Overload something that overpowers the mind taking ove r the body at the worst imaginabl e time, forcing deci s ions to be made wrong, or s ometimes to late.
Phone Poem T opic/Title: F irst digit of phone number ______ Second ______ Third ______ Fourth ______ Fifth _____ Sixth _____ Seventh _____
Phone Poem ·Directions: Some poetry forms invite the writer to come up with a specific number of syllables for each line of a poem. Use your phone number to help you select which words you will include in the seven lines of your instant poem by matching the number of syllables with your phone number. Start by writing your phone number vertically. Then use that number as your guide to precisely how many syllables can go on that line of your poem.
Guilty Pleasures 5 I bite into the 5 peppermint patty. 5 The taste floods my mouth. 1 Not 2 guilty. 1 No 2 regrets.
The Grinch 6 I cannot believe it. 7 Holiday break comes fast now. 5 No decorations. 1 No 1 warmth. 5 The spirit is gone. 5 Claus should just fly by.
If (or What If) Poem This form of poetry asks you to consider possibilities. Begin with the word If... or the words What If... and let your imagination flow. Write at least 30 lines. Include a rhyme scheme if youd like.
If (or What If) Poem ·If I were invisible, Id explore every secret place on Earth. ·If I were blind, Id spend more time listening. ·If I were rich, Id buy something special for every person. ·What if time suddenly ceased to pass? ·What if the worlds leaders werent so arrogant? ·What if zoos displayed different types of people? ·What if I won the lottery?
Limerick A humorous poem with 5 lines using the end rhyme scheme... aabba. Limerick Template B I once met a ______________from _________. Every day s/he _________________________. But whenever s/he ______________________. The _________________________________. That strange ____________ from __________.
Limerick A Cold Woman By Paul McCann Th ere once was a woman of ice. She never knew how to be nice. She spent all of her life, on the edge of a knife, cutting herself off from advice.
Limerick Fashion Can't believe its true, must be a ruse. It seems kids these days actually choose. It's a very strange fad to dress up just like Dad. Bell-bottom pants and big clunky shoes.
Limerick ·Across the top of a blank sheet of paper, write 5-6 places you have lived or visited.... neighborhoods, cities, states, countries, addresses ·Choose the 2 places that are easiest to rhyme Help each other "brainstorm" rhyming words Write in columns underneath the place names. This can be done using only the last syllable of the name…Example: ·Beijing: bring, fling, king, Ming, opening, ring, sing, sling, sting, thing...
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger. They returned from the ride With the lady inside And the smile on the face of the tiger. Wh en I was hunting for deer I heard it with my own ear So I looked around But because of the sound It ran off fast in fear
Limerick Template A There was a young lady named Bright, Who traveled much faster than light. She started one day In the relative way, And returned on the previous night. The re once was a dog named Jack He was kind of very fat When I wanted to play All he did was bark and lay Until his owners came back his way
Limerick Skinny There was a young lady of Lynn Who was so uncommonly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade She slipped through the straw and fell in. Grandma Limerick Grandma, with plastic on the recliner, seems to be just getting blinder. Though as mean as a witch, she fell deep in a ditch. And now no one can seem to find her. A Boy Named Matt There once was a boy named Matt Who captured my heart like that He was so kind And such a find I had to have him stat.
There once was a boy named Pete Who went on a diet of meat. He missed his Life-Savers And all their good flavors. If only the meat had been sweet! While dancing upon my toes is when my happiness shows. I twirl and I bound to the classical sound as I imagine my audience in rows. Limerick
Free Verse This type of poetry is free of rhyme and regular rhythm (meter). It may appear in several stanzas or in a single long one. Be sure to include examples of figurative language, imagery, allusions, metaphors or similes, and repetition. Free verse poetry attempts to capture the normal rhythms of ordinary speech. Attempt to write at least 30 lines. Choose a topic that interests you or one for which you hold strong feelings.
I love your voice, your soft brown hair. I love your eyes and love your stare. I love your laugh, your cocky smirk, your stupid jokes. You precious jerk, you know I do. I want my hands all through your hair each treasured strand. Im wrapped around your finger still. Am I yet yours? Your love does kill the things I hold so close to me and yet youre the best jerk I see. Jerk by Christina
Free Verse-How to start ·Choose your subject and write about it. Get it all out. Stay deep and true to the rhythm of the poetic movement rolling through you, but get everything about the subject down on paper. ·Check your rough poem to see if anything is missing. If you need to add a line, or even a stanza, do so. If you want to include a metaphor, simile, or turn of phrase, add it. ·Read the rough poem aloud. Check the sequence of lines and make sure that one flows into the other. ·Move through your poem and make sure youve selected the words that give proper accent and cadence to the overall poem. ·punctuate the poem like you 'd like it to read. Commas, periods, and semi-colons for pauses. ·Read the poem aloud until it flows and you feel it inside. Thats a sure sign of a well-completed piece of free verse.
Winter Poem by Nikki Giovanni on ce a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower
We existed In turquoise sighs and cerulean whispers. Your arms, snug and forgiving, Sent azure pulsing down my spine. In your room, Navy shadows poured down the walls. We were bathed in sapphire. Our skin glowed ghostly in the pale moonlight, And we expelled breaths tinted with teal. We were sublime. Blue was your favorite color, you always said. It showed. I could feel it in your bones. Cobalt blood thrummed through your veins, Sparks of indigo flickered in your eyes. You were blue. One day, you blurted out orange. It tumbled from between your teeth And forced the cyan from your walls. In our sanctuary, The tangerine words were profane. All wrong. Your mouth dripped mango, Your heartbeat thudded orange, And the look in your eyes Was sharp with rust. I saw the orange kisses on your cheeks, The orange fingerprints on your collar. The blue was gone. Discrepancy
Make Believe We were doomed from the beginning, Blinded from the start, But nothing can be done To fool a happy heart. With each smile and giggle, Every embrace and every kiss, We were shooting toward a happy ending, And we missed. Cinderella lost her slipper And it was never found. Prince Charming came too late, Now no ones sleeping sound. Pillows are soaking wet, Hopes are all lost. No more dancing in the clouds. Dreams have all been tossed. The fairy-tale warmth has left us As winters setting in. The storybook reads the end, But where should we begin? Now your heart strives to be broken, And you long for lonely nights This time our ship is sinking Were going down without a fight.
Football Football is an awesome game, I love the adrenaline rush you get from playing and the excitement from creating a big play and that you can hit someone as hard as you can and get praised for it, also you get to actually see the success from all the hard work you put in to get better and everyone on the team realizes that its bigger than themselves and they become a family as a result, there is just no other feeling like making a huge hit on someone and hearing the crowd roar.
Ode An ode is an exalted lyric poem, aiming at loftier thought, more dignified expression, and more intricate formal structure than most lyrics. Another characteristic of odes is that they often addressed to someone or something. An ode is a long lyric poem, serious and dignified in subject, tone, and style, often written to celebrate an event, person, being or power- -or to provide a vehicle for private meditation. Sometimes an ode may have an elaborate stanzaic structure. Almost all odes are poems of address, in which the poet uses apostrophe( repetition of the initial word of thou -a poetic figure of speech in which inanimate object or absent person is directly addressed ). Irregular odes: they have no set rhyme scheme and no set stanza (line grouping) pattern. Horatian odes follow a regular stanza pattern and rhyme scheme Def inition: A long, lyric poem with a serious subject, tone, and style usually written in celebration of something. Bra instorm Ideas: Death of a loved one, slavery, holidays, graduations, NO T to make fun of someone or the event taking place.
Woe to the math student, Doomed to the grave, If surviving to the bell, The soul may be saved, But oh, when returned home There awaits homework, The student, in despair, Calls the teacher a jerk Woe to the math student Who will surely die The numbers are deadly, And no one knows why The brain has shut down, The body is weak, And oh, whats awaiting In math class next week? Woe to the math student, In an advanced class, Who tries oh so hard, And yet cant seem to pass The equations are evil, The numbers, nonsense And all the test grades Contain dark suspense Woe to the math student, A slave to the book Odd answers are in back Oh so tempting to look Who studies for hours, And stares at the page, The body is paralyzed, But inside, so much rage Ode to the Weary Math Student
Ode to the Bride Ode to the bride she is so kind. Ode to the bride Whose smile shines. Leaving a path Of peddles behind. Walking calm Down the aisle. Ode to the bride whose parents cry. Giving their little girl away. Ode to a Grandfather Ode to his life How he touched so Many peoples lives Ode to his memories How he brought the Best out of everyone Ode to his talent How he became a legend On the hardwood Ode to his hard work How he never wasted Anytime to get better Ode to Mr. Anderson He will never be forgotten
Ode to the Forgotten Od e to the people who were forgotten They were once loved and cared for Ode to their lives Everyday they hurt While in desperation for love and generosity. Ode to their heart That was torn apart viciously With little consideration Of their inner feelings Ode to their memories That bring back happiness Or to the ones That are very vague. Ode to those who have tried Those who haven't given up The ones that will keep climbin' For them life hasn't been easy. Ode to Myself Ju st as Walt Whitman would say, if he were with me today..... There is a "Song of Myself", A song that sings of my internal wealth. A child of God, and also able to make a friend out of every foe. For I have true love inside Any egotisms have surely died. The beautiful song that strives to be heard this song is clearer than any songbird. There is no reason to feel pity for my God and his love is always with me. And I will try to learn as much as I should, knowing that there are no problems, just oppurtunities to be good.
Ode to a Blizzard O! wonderful for weight and whiteness! Ideolog whose absolutes Are always proven right By white and then More white and white again, Winning the same argument year After year by making the opposition Disappear! O! dear miniature of infinity with no End in sight and no snow- Flake exactly like Another, all A little different no Matter how many may fall, Just like our own DNA or the human face Eternal!
Ballad Definition: Ballads are simple stories told in poetic form. Sometimes a lesson is told in the last poetic form. Sometimes a lesson is told in the last phrase. A ballad can have any number of stanzas, and it generally follows an abcb pattern. Ballads are used as verses of songs. Much country music is simply a ballad that is sung. Ballads can have different rhyme pattern, but the one that is most common is abcb. Bra instorm Ideas: Unattainable/forbidden love, relationships, remembrance of loved ones, everyday life, dreams/aspirations
Examples of Ballads Gratitude by Jarrett B. Your white-capped summit is calling, Waiting for those who will claim it first There is nothing more for anyones wanting Than to make your fresh powder bubbles burst While on your peak gazing down I will choose my trail with care For on my head is a crown That I will forever wear I thank you, mighty peak For it is you I will always seek The dream isnt dead Though Ive seen it take flight It spread its great wings And disappeared into night I watched it go, bidding good-bye But I would see it again I know I would try Such fantastic illusion, an amazing sight Sparkling amber, green, and gold I kissed the wings and held on tight But let go and watched them unfold I knew it would be back Like it would always be For this dream, the beautiful bird It is a part of me It comes back now and then When I give it a home An open heart to love it with And loyalty to be shown I let it fly, let it go away To whatever it searches for But I know itll be back someday Standing at my front door I look ahead to the future For I know it will be bright Someday, Ill not have to watch my dream Disappear into night It will sit beside me, holding my hand Kiss my face, forever true For my dream is only my dream If my dream is you The Dream Isn't Dead b y sgtpepperx3
I AM LEGEND STRONG AND ALMIGHTY SO IMPORTANT, THEY'VE ASKED TO INDITE ME I AM LEGEND. MY HEAD IS HELD HIGH, WITHOUT A REASON TO CRY BECAUSE ALL OF THE WORLD WOULD SIGH I AM LEGEND. NOT WILL SMITH AND HIS SON IN A MOVIE I AM SOMEONE MOVING THE MOST TALKED ABOUT...TRULY I AM LEGEND. NOT AN UNVERIFIABLE STORY, NOT AN INSCRIPTION ON AN OBJECT. BUT A PERSON OF MASS GLORY I AM LEGEND. THE ONE WHOM YOU NEVER FORGET. THE ONE YOU CANT STOP REMEMBERING. THE ONE YOU'RE JUST NOT HINDERING. I AM LEGEND. CHAMPION OF ALL BATTLES, FIGHTS AND WARS. THE OPENER OF ALL CLOSED DOORS. THE ONE BETTER THAN THOSE BEFORE. THE ONE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR. I AM LEGEND. THE ONE TO GET ALL IN YOUR HEAD. THE PERSON YOU CANT STAND. THE ONE ON YOUR MIND WHEN YOU GET OUT OF BED. THE ONE YOU REMEMBER EVERY WORD SHE SAID. I AM LEGEND. THAT ICONIC IDOL AND ROLE MODEL, TOO. THE ONE YOU "JUST HAVE TO" INTRODUCE YOUR MOTHER TO. THE HIGHLY HONORABLE AND TRUE. I AM LEGEND. I DONT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE SAID IT. I DONT KNOW HOW MANY MORE TIMES I HAVE TO TIL YOU GET IT. AND IF YOU FORGOT JUST THAT QUICK. REMEMBER. I AM LEGEND b y Sylebrtyeemom
Epitaph Epitaph poetry is used to honor those who have passed away. This could be about yourself or someone you know or read about. · Write down a list of qualities of the person honored or discussed in the epitaph. Get detailed. Think of the things that mattered most, but also look for unique qualities that the person possessed. ·Create a detailed list of accomplishments. Look for ideas from the person's friends, hobbies, livelihood and family situation. ·Ask yourself what that person would want said about herself to others in a crowd. How would s/he like to be remembered? What was important to him/her? ·Look for a way to weave humor into the poem
Epitaph ·Jeanine Custis ·She failed her breathalizer test ·now she lays with the best ·Margaret Daniels ·She always said her feet were killing her ·but nobody believed her. ·Beneath this stone a lump of clay ·Lies Uncle Peter Dan'els ·Who early in the month of May ·Took off his winter flannels
Epitaph ·LESTER MOORE ·Here lies Lester Moore ·Four slugs from a.44 ·No Les No More. No te: Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona
Epitaph ·ANN MANN Dec. 8, 1767 ·Here lies Ann Mann, ·Who lived an old maid ·But died an old Mann. · ·ANNA WALLACE ·The children of Israel wanted bread ·And the Lord sent them manna; ·Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, ·And the devil sent him Anna.
Shaped Poems The words should be formed into a shape or creatively arranged. Diamante Poems: Contain opposing concepts which meet in the middle line, structured in a diamond shape
Diamante Poems Line 1: 1 noun. The topic or theme of the poem (and the opposite of line 7). Line 2: 2 adjectives. They describe the noun in line 1. Line 3: 3 gerunds (verb + ing). They describe the noun in line 1. Line 4: 4 nouns: two nouns related to line 1 and two nouns related to line 7. Line 5: 3 gerunds (verb + ing). They describe the noun in line 7. Line 6: 2 adjectives. They describe the noun in line 7. Line 7: 1 noun. This is an antonym (opposite) for the noun in line 1.
Shaped Poems CONSCIENCE DREAMS SUBCONSCIOUS, IMAGINARY SLEEPING, WISHING,THINKING FANTASY, ACTUALITY, VISION, GENUINE BEING, SEEING, KNOWING, AUTHENTIC, FACTUAL REALITY The Circle of Life Life Wonderful, fortunate Fantasizing, socializing, communicating Horrible, beautiful, beginning, end Gruesome, bad, terrible Death
Shaped Poems So Shiny and Brilliant. Could be for your friends, mother, or daught er. Makes ever y girl smile. Maybe even cry and say yes.
Shaped Poems A Small Drop Of Sadness Pours Down Your Cheek As You Fight Back The Pain
Shaped Poems They are kneeling upright on a flowered bed He has just caught her there and holds her still Her gown has slipped down off her shoulder He has an urgent hunger His dark head bends to hers hungrily And the woman the woman turns her tangerine lips from his one hand like the head of a dead swan draped down over his heavy neck
Also known as Michael Jordans game the game is full of mistakes even the best player ever missed over 9,000 shots in his career Its an intense, breath taking, life changing game, that anyone can play but not everyone can succeed in, it takes a lot of hard work and time youve got to be willing to commit to the game year round, if your whole team does that, your team will not only succeed but become a family in the process.
Sensory Poem Describe a place, situation, or event using all 5 (6 for the women) senses Consider emotional connections to your topic Free verse, blank verse, rhyme, metered, prose ·Taste ·Feel ·Sight ·Smell ·Hearing
Sensory Poem ·Decide on a place/situation/event that means something to you. ·List sensory words to it ·Focus on the place/situation/event itself ·Avoid using phrases such as "It is..." Avoid using linking verbs except as an exception. ·Avoid phrases such as It sounds like, or tastes like, or feels like. Use information without stating the lazy statements. 6. Poem is to be at least six (5) lines long with multiple modifier for each sense. 7.Revise as needed to have at least four (4) devices in poem ·Personification ·Similes ·Metaphors ·Allusions ·Alliteration ·End rhyme ·Internal Rhyme ·Hyperbole ·Onomatopoeia ·Symbol
Sensory Poem Loneliness Cold, coarse, clammy fingers Creep their twisted way into the mind. As loneliness' piercing scream Echoes soundlessly into emptiness, Its musty, decaying path Leaves no room for coherent thought. Anger A red, ripping roar rages Overwhelming all, blasting, blistering, Leaving nothing but ashes. Anger's freezing, burning breath Brings bitterness and defeat. No hope can exist in Its acrid, arid hands.
Sensory Poem Spring Spring is green with bright yellow buds, New shoots emerge from the dark brown earth, The scent of rain mixes with blossoms in the air, Birds chirp with newfound vibrato in the trees, Succulent strawberries burst in my mouth, All is fresh, warm, and beautiful in the world.
T he Waterfall As I listen to the trickling waterfall, Only peaceful thoughts come to mind, I lay on my back looking up so tall, Only clouds and trees I can find, Birds sing a soothing song, Not a thought fills my head, I have never been in such a relaxing mood in so long, Life can be so stressful so Id rather be in a meadow instead.
The Onion The Crackling of the Onion shells as they hit the bin. The strong aroma of Onions fill the air. Burning my eyes until I cry. How I hate The juices that fly Upon my lips.
consonance Definition - Consonance is the repetition, at close intervals, of the final consonants of accented syllables or important words, especially at the ends of words, as in blank and think or strong and string or Lady lounges lazily and Dark deep dread. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. Excerpt from Parts by Tedd Arnold. "I just don't know what's going on Or why it has to be. But every day it's something worse. What's happening to me? I think it was three days ago I first became aware-- That in my comb were caught a couple Pieces of my hair. I stared at them, amazed, and more Than just a bit appalled To think that I was only five And starting to go bald!"
Beat! Beat! Drums! by Walt Whitman BE AT! beat! drums!--Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows--through doors--burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation; Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet--no happiness must he have now with his bride; Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain; So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums--so shrill you bugles blow.
Dewdrops Dancing Down Daisies By Paul Mc Cann Don't delay dawns disarming display. Dusk demands daylight. Dewdrops dwell delicately drawing dazzling delight. Dewdrops dilute daisies domain. Distinguished debutantes. Diamonds defray delivered daylights distilled daisy dance. Alliteration - Most of the words at the beginning of the sentence begin with the same consonant Cipher Connected By Paul McCann Careless cars cutting corners create confusion. Crossing center lines. Countless collisions cost coffins. Collect conscious change. Copy? Continue cautiously. Comply? Cool.
Sunday mass Sophie snag songs softly, Singing sweetly Sundays, Silently at mass, saying Thanks to god and saints, Wishing a silent night, With a sensitive whisper.
Assonance: the repetition or a pattern of similar vowel sounds, but with different end consonants in a line or passage of verse or prose. but with different An assonance can be described as a vowel rhyme as in the words date and fade. Robert Louis Stevenson - The Feast of Famine...From folk that sat on the terrace and drew out the even long Sudden crowings of laughter, monotonous drone of song; The quiet passage of souls over his head in the trees; And from all around the haven the crumbling thunder of seas. "Farewell, my home," said Rua. "Farewell, O quiet seat! To-morrow in all your valleys the drum of death shall beat."...
Gaily bedight, A gallant night In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of El Dorado. But he grew old - This knight so bold - And - o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like El Dorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow - "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be - This land of El Dorado?" "Over the mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied - "If you seek for El Dorado!" Edgar Allen Poe El Dorado
Pastoral A pastoral poem Defini tion: a poem viewed from an idealistic stand point of rural or rustic life, usually depicting the peace and serenity of nature Co mmon topics of pastoral poetry include love and seduction; death and mourning; the corruption of the city or court vs. the "purity" of idealized country life;
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of th purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love. maggie and milly and molly and may by e. e. cummings 10 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea
A Peck of Gold b y Robert Frost D ust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like gold in the sunset sky, But I was one of the children told Some of the dust was really gold. Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, 'We all must eat our peck of gold'.
ROSES You love the roses - so do I. I wish They sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white And soft to tread on. They would fall as light As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be Like sleeping and like waking, all at once! George Eliot Horse What are you thinking of as I pass my fingers through your manes coarse wool? I take your cheek into my palm, you root my coat for food, shiver a little. It is cold here, in the bare fields, under blank cloud. You wander between the stark wire bending to eat, running now and then. I would do the same removed from home and company, taking the warmth of a strangers hands light and hesitant, like the rain. Cliff Ashcroft A Green Cornfield The earth was green, the sky was blue: I saw and heard one sunny morn A skylark hang betweent he two, A singing speck above the corn; A stage below, in gay accord, White butterflies danced on the wing, And still the singing skylark soared, And silent sank and soared to sing. The cornfield stretched a tender green To right and left beside my walks; I knew he had a nest unseen Somewhere among the million stalks. And as I paused to hear his song While swift the sunny moments slid, Perhaps his mate sat listening long, And listened longer than I did. Christina Rossetti ( )