My PoetryAnthology
What is Poetry?
Poetry is a river, poem after poem moves along in the exciting crests and falls of the the river waves. None is timeless; each arrives in an historical context, almost everything, in the end, passes.
-Mary Oliver (A Poetry Handbook)
What is Poetry? My Definition!
Poetry is a way to express your feelings about a topic. It is a way for people to say how you feel about a topic. It is like a river of emotion.
-Nicola
Acrostic
The word acrostic is formed from the Greek word acros (outermost) and stichos (line of poetry). The acrostic is a poem where the first letter of each line forms a word when you read them looking downward.
http://www.readwritethink.org/materials/acrostic/
Panthers growl,Orioles sing, Eagles soar, Monkeys swing. See?
My Acrostic #1
Pretty music to learn to play
Italon players on the stage
Annual concert at square edge
Naughty people who don`t practice
Other people to listen to at the concert
My Acrostic #2
Different styles to learn
Annual production at the regent
None compare to hip hop
Collecting the music to practice to
Indian looks like fun to learn
Nothing can compare to dancing
Goals must be set to get as far as you can.
Haiku
n COMPOSING A TRADITIONAL JAPANESE HAIKU POEMn The 300-year old Haiku Poem has its own distinct
discipline:- Each complete poem has only three lines, totalling 17 syllables.
- the first line must be five syllables- the second line must be seven syllables- the third line must be five syllables
When these rigid conditions are met, the result can be a very satisfying word picture .
n Birds take wing on high, gliding over angry wavesback to their safe nests.
n http://members.shaw.ca/kcic1/haiku.html
My Haiku #1
Short, long, sweet and sour
Pink and purple or green and blue
Sugar, salt, this is candy
My Haiku #2
Moving messages
Helpful, interesting, bored
Interesting things
Collected Haiku #1
In my old homewhich I forsook, the cherriesare in bloom.
Collected Haiku #2
A lovely thing to see:through the paper window's hole,the Galaxy.
Cinquain
Cinquain poems come in three formats:
Cinquain Pattern #1 Line1: One wordLine2: Two wordsLine 3: Three wordsLine 4: Four wordsLine 5: One word
Cinquain Pattern #2 Line1: A nounLine2: Two adjectivesLine 3: Three -ing wordsLine 4: A phraseLine 5: Another word for the noun
Cinquain
Cinquain Pattern #3 Line1: Two syllablesLine2: Four syllablesLine 3: Six syllablesLine 4: Eight syllablesLine 5: Two syllables
http://hrsbstaff.ednet.ns.ca/davidc/6c_files/Poem%20pics/cinquaindescrip.htm
My Cinquain #1
Grass
Colourful, soft
Growing, glowing, struggling
green grass is nice
turf
My Cinquain #2
WetaHissing noiseCovered in armourEats insects and plantsSpikes
Diamante
A diamante is a seven line poem, shaped like a diamond. Line 1: one word(subject/noun that is contrasting to line 7) Line 2: two words(adjectives) that describe line 1 Line 3: three words(action verbs) that relate to line 1 Line 4: four words (nouns)first 2 words relate to line 1last 2 words relate to line 7 Line 5: three words(action verbs) that relate to line 7 Line 6: two words(adjectives) that describe line 7 Line 7: one word( subject/noun that is contrasting to line 1) http://www.readwritethink.org/materials/diamante/
Diamante Example
square
symmetrical, conventionalshaping, measuring, balancing
boxes, rooms, clocks, halosencircling, circumnavigating, enclosing
round, continuouscircle
My Diamante #1
Vacation Happy, fun
Sleeping, dancing, traveling Liberty, car, beach, night
Exciting, interesting, moving Unhappy, boring
Work
My Diamante #2
Love
Wonderful, beautiful
Caring, liking, thinking
Innocence, smile, tear, guilt
Fighting, violating, disgusting
Terrible, worst
Hatred
Free Verse
n Does not have to rhyme n Does not have to have a specific
rhythm n Has no specific length n Makes use of figurative speech
Free Verse Tools
n Metaphor – suggests a similarity between two things The road snakes around the mountain.
n Simile – highlights the comparison between two things using like, as, resembles, etc.
The stars in the night sky were like sparkling diamonds.n Personification – giving human characteristics to things which are clearly not
human
The outboard motor cleared its throat.n Alliteration – repeating words with the same beginning sound
Thomas tied two turnips to two tall trees. n Imagery – using vivid, descriptive words to conjure up an image
The car sped. - The flashy, yellow, mustang streaked like a bullet along the highway.
n Onomatopoeia – using words that sound like what they mean
He slurped his soup. n Hyperbole – using exaggeration to make a point
Make me a sundae a mile high.
My Free Verse #1
People streaking `round the world
People zipping here and there,
People gliding to and fro
People flying all `round town
Wait a minute, fast forwards on!
My Free Verse #2
As four walls make a roomthe pilgrims appearthrough their map
The unreal flourishesbeyond imperious themesand borders closed to laughing
And landscapes hold no proofif intention is a sinthen dreams are guilty too
A blameless geography then, blameless houses, blameless men,a mistaken faith in color and light
Neutrality is to blamefor wanting us to agree with its bland gestures
So much emptiness to filluntil we declare, quite innocently,“There was a city on a river.”
Collected Free Verse #1
Mirror, Mirror
My game face is blue. I must put it back on, seeHow much of my glory was real And how much fever.I see drawn eyes, too much marring,A suit of swan feathersWithout the matching shape.And however I imagine lights,No straw spins to gold.I see as I have been seen,Not radiant, but ashine in hopeYet to see a finish.
Collected Free Verse #2
The Rose
Disneyland holds all the answersBut now you would go skiingWith snow-blue eyes for company.My fingers on splinter-blunt thornsFeel wrong, as if the pressure ofBending a wire could spiral the stem,Unnatural, twisted and shattered.The tips of cream-silk petals bleed.This is what happened to me, then,Being there at the wrong confluence of time,There and shining with no one looking.I grew my own thorns, climbed into a vial,And the blush bleeds from the petals of my skin.
Repeat Poster Poem
§ Select Subject§ Statements beginning with same word§ Design a shape§ Cut out multiple shapes§ One statement on each shape§ Attach to poster in all directions
Friendship is being there
Friendsh
ip
is of th
e
heartFriendship is a feast
Friendship is trying to understand a mole
Luke, Grade 6
Salamandastron, Brian Jacque
My Repeat Poster Poem #1
People
judge by lo
oks
People go by apperance
People look for people
by there face
People like to look good
Character PoemFirst name __________Lives in _____ where s/heHears ___________Sees ____________Touches ________Needs _____________Fears ______________Gives _____Wonders ___________Dreams ___________Believes ______Loves ___________Is ________________Last name.
Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest,Ann McGovern
RobinLives in Sherwood Forest where heHears about the archery contest,Sees the evil sheriff as an enemy,Fears nothing,Gives money to the poor,Dreams about Maid Marian,Loves the feel of a bow in his hands, andIs happy to live in Sherwood ForestHood. - Joshua, Grade 8
My Character Poem #1
n First name _____Erin_____Lives in _her own world____ where sheHears _____the birds chirping______Sees _____the cats_______Touches ___peoples hearts____Needs _____nothing________Fears _____the dark_________Gives __people what they need___Wonders _____what it`s like to die______Dreams _____that she`s perfect______Believes ___that people deserve another chance___Loves ____her family and friends_______Is ______in her eyes, nice__________Last name.MacGregor
Riddle Poem
n Line 1: clue about subjectn Line 2: adjective and nounn Line 3: two actions connected to subjectn Line 4: phrase or statementn Line 5: answer
Haymeadow, Gary Paulsen
Dumbfly-followedstubborn and stinkyspread out like a gray carpetherd of sheep
- Michael, Grade 8
My Riddle Poem #1
Graceful and beautifulthe small angel statuestandsbetween the velvet ropesstill and alonewhile the crowd asks,"Is it the work ofMichaelangelo?"
Rapping
n Keep the beatn Repetitionn Rhyming
Rapunzel’s Rap
Rapunzel was a girl with hair of goldTrapped in a tower in days of old
She wasn’t allowed outside to playAnd her golden hair grew longer each dayGrew longer and longer and longer each day.
The witch who locked her up was meanWith a pointed nose and a face of greenMean mean meaner than the queen of mean.
- Sonja Dunn
My Rap Poem #1
n my funky cow,my big eye brow,have problem,call my job then,I do not swear,but I do have hair,please don't look at my underwear,I think its time for me to give up this rhyme,I'm way to cool for you fine lines.
Animated Poem
n Illustrate a poemn Scann Animate using a software programn Incorporate into a presentation
Animated Three Blind Mice
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Diary of Poetry Readings!
Date: Title: Poet: Genre:
Total Points:
My Selected Poet!
n Kenn Nesbitt is my favorite poet.
About My Poet!
n Who I AmHe is 46 years old and was born on February 20, 1962 in Berkeley, California. He grew up in Fresno and
San Diego, California.
He now live in a big old house in Spokane, Washington, with his wife Ann, son Max and daughter Madison. He has a dog (a black pug named Jesse), two cats named Raki and Sambuca, and a rabbit named Lola.
Extra Poems that I’ve Collected!
n Katie kissed me! Yuck, it's true!My face took on a greenish hue.My knees, like jelly, started shaking.Then my stomach started quaking.Slobber slithered down my cheek.My consciousness was growing weak.My ears were ringing, head was spinning.But all the while Kate was grinning.My heart was pounding through my shirt.My tongue felt like I just ate dirt.Though you may think I've lost my brain,I wish she'd kiss me once again!
Total Point Summary
n Write here your total points with a breakdown of how you think those points are made up.