Poetry

Warm Up WRITE A QUICK POEM 3 LINES ANY TOPIC

Poetry Analyzing Poetry Read twice! Notate Look for : Symbolism Meaning Theme Figurative Language

Let’s Look at an example "Same Song" by Pat Mora While my sixteen year-old son sleeps, My twelve year-old daughter Stumbles into the bathroom at six a.m. Plugs in the curling iron Squeezes into faded jeans Curls her hair carefully Strokes Aztec Blue shadow on her eyelids Smoothes Frosted Mauve blusher on her cheeks Outlines her mouth in Neon Pink Peers into the mirror, mirror on the wall Frowns at her face, her eyes, her skin Not fair. At night this daughter Stumbles off to bed at nine Eyes half-shut while my son Jogs a mile in the cold dark Then lifts weights in the garage Curls and bench presses Expanding biceps, triceps, pectorals, One-handed push-ups, one hundred sit-ups Peers into that mirror, mirror and frowns too. They are singing the same song.

Now you try! Langston Hughes Mother to Son Read the poem! Travel to each poster and write down the Symbolism Meaning Theme Figurative Language Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor -- Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now -- For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

On your own Refugee in America Langston Hughes There are words like Freedom Sweet and wonderful to say. On my heart-strings freedom sings All day everyday. There are words like Liberty That almost make me cry. If you had known what I knew You would know why. Symbolism Meaning Theme Figurative language

Warm Up The year has turned its circle, The seasons come and go. The harvest is all gathered in, And chilly north winds blow. Orchards have shared their treasures, The fields, their yellow grain. So open wide the doorway- Thanksgiving comes again Add figurative/ sensory language to improve the poem.

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Poetry Carousel Read each poem find one example of figurative language and title the poem based on the theme.

Poem #TitleFigurative/ Sensory Language

2. The days are being broken Each one getting shorter I hesitate to go outside Below 30 degrees it is I look on the faces of children Outside freezing Their faces are ivory Just like the snow Coming inside to taste The bittersweet tea The warmth sends comfort All through your bones

3. Danitra sits hunched on the stoop and pouts. I ask her what there is to pout about. "Nothin' much," she says to me, but then I see her eyes following the ice cream man. I shove my hand into my pocket and find the change there where I left it. "Be right back," I yell, running down the street. Me and my fast feet are there and back in just two shakes. Danitra breaks the Popsicle in two and gives me half. The purple ice trickles down her chin. I start to laugh. Her teeth flash in one humongous grin, telling me she's glad that I'm her friend without even saying a word.

4. This is the pond, and these are my feet. This is the rooster, and this is more of my feet. Mama was never good at pictures. This is a statue of a famous general who lost an arm, And this is me with my head cut off. This is a trash can chained to a gate, This is my father with his eyes half-closed. This is a photograph of my sister And a giraffe looking over her shoulder. This is our car's front bumper. This is a bird with a pretzel in its beak. This is my brother Pedro standing on one leg on a rock, With a smear of chocolate on his face. Mama sneezed when she looked Behind the camera: the snapshots are blurry, The angles dizzy as a spin on a merry-go-round. But we had fun when Mama picked up the camera. How can I tell? Each of us is laughing hard. Can you see? I have candy in my mouth.

5. He was a big man, says the size of his shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house; a tall man too, says the length of the bed in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man, says the Bible with a broken back on the floor below the window, dusty with sun; but not a man for farming, say the fields cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn. A woan lived with him, says the bedroom wall papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves covered with oilcloth, and they had a child, says the sandbox made from a tractor tire. Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole. And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames. It was lonely here, says the narrow country road. Something went wrong, says the empty house in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste. And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard like branches after a storm--a rubber cow, a rusty tractor with a broken plow, a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.

Warm Up Free write WHAT IS YOUR BEST HOLIDAY MEMORY? Describe it as best as you can.

Warm Up Write a short fictional story to review plot, characters, and setting. 2 days

Poetry Centers 1. Read the poem twice to understand. 2. Find figurative and sensory language. 3. Answer the question about the poem. 4. Each student will hand in their own papers. 5. Everyone must participate, 6. Two centers each day