Poetry Experiment #8
I want to keep working with my theme of children related poems but for this one I wanted to do something fun so I did a Acrostic poem. I don’t think I will make this poem in to anything I just thought I’d try it. This will be the one that I do not have the class workshop.
Poetry Experiment #7
Goldy is a squirmy little fish and he is always on the go
But today when I tapped on his glass he didn’t even move
He didn’t swim, he didnt hide, he wasn’t even afloat
I went to tell mom and dad the thing that I had found
Since I ran through the house screaming
My sisters and brother heard and started to gather around
My dad picked me up and said
It was time that Goldy was flushed
When I asked why my sister replied, “hes dead”
I wrapped my arms around daddy’s kneck and that’s when I started to cry
I never thought that on my birthday was the day Goldy would die
Poetry Experiment #6
Santa, you creep in when I’m sleeping and leave me lots of toys
Mommy told me you make the presents and leave them for good girls and boys
Santa, don’t be mad at me, I really tried to be good
Truth is I never brush my teeth like mommy says I should.
This is my third poem. I tried to write a Clerihew about Santa Clause. The only problem I have with it is it doesn’t feel finished to me. I feel like it needs another set of lines but the rules said there were only 4 so I stopped. I will probably add on to this poem in the future.
Journal Prompt #5:
Robert Frost: Love and A Question
A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.
The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, ‘Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.’
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
‘Stranger, I wish I knew.’
Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart’s desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.
I love this poem. I think it is magical and enchanting. I think this is my favorite poem I have read by Robert Frost so far.
Poetry Experiment #5
I think I am going to stick to a children theme. Maybe do a series of poems on awkward questions children ask. Maybe the next one about a dead goldfish?
Journal Prompt #6
The Oven Bird
by Robert Frost
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
he says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
I thought this poem was very symbolic. I also thought it was a little too deep and sad. I like more upbeat poems then this one.
Poetry Experiment #4
Dear Mom and Dad
I have heard a lot of stories, I don’t know which is true.
This is why came right home today, so I could ask you.
Tommy said a bird, Jimmy said the zoo.
Mandy said if you pray real hard, sometimes you get two.
First I went to Mrs. Jane, then the nurse at school
They asked me what I thought, all i know is that they drool
I know that you’ve had three, but I’m the oldest one
thats why I thought I’d ask you, where do babies come from?
Poetry Experiment #2
Does poetry need to be done a certain way?
Does it matter what words you use or just what you say?
Do the words you write have to sound like a song?
Can it be just for you or do other have to sing along?
When writing a poem I don’t know where to start.
Will it count as a poem if it comes from the heart?
Since this poem isn’t one that will make you sadder..
Is it even a poem? Does it even matter?
Journal Prompt #4
Robert Frost: Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!—
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,—
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
I love this poem. I think the title should be snow rather than stars but who am I to judge Robert Frost. I have enjoyed most of the poems I have read by him.
Poetry Experiment #3
1. A place I would never consider writing a poem about the grocery store. I can’t see myself writing about fruits and vegetables but I guess if you could find an interesting way to present somewhere people go on a daily basis it may work out well.
3. My sweatshirts. I say sweatshirts instead of sweatshirt because I have a plethora of crew neck sweatshirts. I collect them. I usually prefer the uglier the better because I think the goofy ones brighten people’s days. They are all sizes, colors and materials. I have one that is red but has a Jester’s head smack dab in the middle. The ugliest thing about this sweater is the Jester’s had is made out of 3D carpet material and was like glued to the front of the sweater. I also have a neon yellow one from the blueberry farm and one that says DOGS ARE PEOPLE TOO with paw prints all up the front. I love my sweaters.
7. My favorite color is sparkles. I think its a color and I don’t care how many people argue it is not one. When people describe something as pink they’re describing the color and I think that’s the same thing as when someone says it is sparkley.