POETRY COLLECTION PROJECT Due Friday, May 1, 2015 Summative Grade!

DEDICATION PAGE Dedicate your book of poems to someone who inspires you or that you respect and admire. The poems in this collection are dedicated to my mother, who has always supported me in my life. She inspires me artistically and has always encouraged me to meet my goals and to be successful in all that I do. Her love of music is contagious and why I chose that as my theme.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Include a picture and short paragraph about yourself. Kelly Elias is a teacher of many and a mother of two. She truly believes she has found her gift in teaching, and when she’s not doing that, she enjoys reading a good novel, riding on a Harley, and spending time with family and friends. She chose the theme of laughter, because she is a kid at heart and absolutely loves to laugh!

HAIKU  Japanese style poem written in three lines  Focuses traditionally on nature  Lines respectively are 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables

Softly the breeze blows Far clouds draw apart, and for An instant – the moon. Summer to autumn leaf colors announce the change wondrous exhibit.

DIAMANTE  Shape of a diamond  Does not have to rhyme, but each line uses specific types of words (adjectives, -ing words)  Top and bottom words are antonyms

Day Bright, sunny Laughing, playing, doing Up in the east, down in the west Talking, resting, sleeping Quiet, dark Night

PERSONAL POEM  What is your name? What name do you wish were yours? Why?  What animal best represents you and why?  What object is inside your heart? Why?  What word is written on your forehead and why that word?  Tell me a sound or smell that you love and why?  Tell me a sound or smell you hate and why?  What is your favorite time of day and why?  If your hands could speak, what would they say?  Tell me something you remember from younger childhood.  Tell me a phrase or saying that your mother, father, or grandparent says a lot.

People call me Kelly Elias, but I wish my name were Grace, because it’s how I always want to be understood – grace giving. I have a butterfly living inside my soul, because I am always wanting to grow and change to the more lovely. My heart is full of joy, for I love to laugh more than anything. The word on my forehead is learning, because I am always doing so in some form. I live for the sound of laughter from my boys, because it means they are happy and content. I dislike any sound of sadness, because it reminds me of times of my own fears and worries. I love the peaceful evening time right before bed, when all is quiet and still. I can hear my own thoughts and relax. My hands would say, “How can I help you better understand?” I remember feeling surrounded by people, but still very lost and alone. Do something in life that you love and enjoy.

FREE VERSE POEMS  Does NOT have any repeating patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables  Does NOT have rhyme  Very conversational - sounds like someone talking with you

Running through a field of clover, Stop to pick a daffodil I play he loves me, loves me not, The daffy lies, it says he does not love me! Well, what use is a daffy When Jimmy gives me roses? -- Flora Launa

DRIZZLE Rain, oh rain. Rain. It falls like cereal being poured from a box. Drop! Drop! Drop! It leaves its mark on fields and lawns, Puddling in pools. Rain. Children splash in it, getting extremely dirty. Splish! Splish! Splash! Into the bathtub, To wash away the mud. Rain. It brings down hail. Crash! Crash! Crash! Coming down as big as golf balls, It wreaks things. Rain, oh rain.

TWO-TONE POETRY This poem represents the speakers different moods with colors and contains 3 stanzas. The first being the first color, the second being the second color and the third being the color the speaker is while writing the poem. It can be a mix of the two colors or an unrelated color.

DRIZZLE  Line 1: Describe the first color – you on a really good day  Line 2: Tell how that color makes you feel  Line 3: Elaborate a bit more on how that color makes you feel  Line 4: Tell how that color makes you react to your environment  Line 5: Describe the second color – you when things are not going so well.  Line 6: Tell how that color makes you feel  Line 7: Elaborate a bit more on how that color makes you feel  Line 8: Tell how that color makes you react to your environment  Line 9: Describe the color you are right now, as you are writing this poem  Line 10: Tell how the color is affecting you

DRIZZLE Some days I am blazing yellow joyous, full of energy and funny. Like a crazy obnoxious little monkey yearning to explore the world! Other days, I am fading gray exhausted, and not ecstatic to journey through life like a crumbled worn-out newspaper. A snail, restless, hardly showing any emotions. As time flies by me, writing this poem, I am blue. A little bit restless, but having the competence to finish my poem.

EXTENDED METAPHOR A metaphor comparing two unlike things that continues over multiple sentences, and that is extended throughout the entire poem.

Bat My son is a bat. His eyes blink when darkness comes. His body stirs with life. His limbs gorge with blood as he sets out through the cave of night his roof the stars the moon a big white eye watching. Attracted by the false lights he mingles with his batty friends weaving in and out of nightclubs endless parties each other’s place still sensing the sudden ebb of darkness he flutters home a cloaked Dracula to the hollow of his room where he will sleep all day

GUESS WHAT THE TITLE OF THE FOLLOWING POEMS ARE BY WHAT THE METAPHOR REFERS TO.

O LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet, What are you guarding on my lawn? You with your green gun And your yellow beard, Why do you stand so stiff? There is only the grass to fight! ~Hilda Conkling Dandelion

A silver-scaled Dragon with jaws flaming red Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread. I hand him fat slices, and then, one by one, He hands them back when he sees they are done. The Toaster

The dinosaurs are not all dead. I saw one raise its iron head, To watch me walking down the road Beyond our house today. Its jaws were dripping with a load Of earth and grass that it had cropped. It must have heard me where I stopped, Snorted white steam my way, And stretched its long neck out to see, And chewed, and grinned quite amiably. ~Charles Malam Steam Shovel

POETRY COLLECTION PROJECT Due Friday, May 1, 2015 Summative Grade!