Post your poems from your in-class exercise today. Do NOT use your tone word anywhere in your poem.
You must post your poem by 8am tomorrow, Friday October 26.
As/after poems are posted, comment on a post and guess what tone that poem is evoking (choose from the following tone word list). Each poem may only have ONE guess from ONE person. If a poem has more than one guess on it, only the first guess will be taken into consideration. This means that every poem should have one comment posted on it.
You must post your comment by 8am Monday October 29.
Tone words to choose from:
Running into battleReplyDelete
Firing my bullets
Killing the enemy
I am a brave Marine, a shameless soldier, in the midst of a war.
Beside my fearless brothers
Between the ranks
Underneath the Eastern sky
Behind my rifle
Starting the grill,ReplyDelete
Countermanding a ground beef patty,
Apportioning immaculate tomatoes,
These are the steps, a “how to” guide, for making a burger.
The necessary directions,
Because of your irrevocable actionsReplyDelete
Your nonsensical deeds causing strife,
To dream about overthrowing the Holy One
To plan your fanciful thoughts of might
To gain sway over the earth only
To rot slowly in the dirt.
You, egotist, are cursed to join in the eternal flames.
Lynn, this is incredible! I knew you could write liberally ;)Delete
CCCCCCCCCondemnatory Oh yeah!
This is an AWESOME poem!Delete
Shuddering at the sightReplyDelete
My face caries an image of fright.
Feeling the ghastly sense
Of the coming abhorrence.
Hiding is not an option
To rid myself of this repulsion.
Watching the grotesque cockroach
Bring on this mood of reproach.
In the game of lacrosse
They were surpassed
Throwing is easy
the game was far from breezy
Upsetting is hard
they were charred
The chilly feeling wind proceeded the dimming light near the endReplyDelete
A man nicely dressed and not knowing
Only the preacher knows the man's ways
The wooden box, sealed by the earth, strongly made
Inside the box
By a tree
Within the grassy patch
Between the turned dirt
With one man going
This poem seems to be elegiac.Delete
The rain whipping against the houseReplyDelete
All windows pitch black
A boy sad and alone
The great storm, killer of dreams, continues its torrential downpour.
About to see the magic
But before his very eyes
But alas it it is true
He'll go another day without seeing... Disney
I love this!Delete
Whenever I eat sardinesReplyDelete
They always thrive within my tummy:
To illuminate of a sour stench
To bask in their tin trench
To slide down my esophagus aided by slime
To have the balls to come back up time to time
These are the thriving ways of the tin-housed fish.
This comment has been removed by the author.ReplyDelete
The prank of cruelty,ReplyDelete
the fall is beauty to my eyes,
the cry of pain,
I wait, considering myself genius, to watch
by the edge,
with amazing success.
Spiders, hideously hairy weavers of disruption, lurk and stalkReplyDelete
grasping onto their minuscule importance
trolling inside cluttered cabinets
concealing their bulbous body
attacking vulnerable bystanders
gnawing on innocent victims
Ugh this is gonna suck...ReplyDelete
Roses are red
My heart is a muscle
That pumps blood
Then my heart said
"I don't like to hustle
I don't want a pet
Now I'm upset!"
"So what will you do?"
I asked my blood-pump
"I need a person!
So my heart set out
He traveled far
He found a person
He fell in love
He loved her deeply
He wanted her bad
He kissed her
He hugged her
He embraced her
He found his nich
He found his place
She made him thump
She made him beat
He couldn't take it
He asked her to be his wed
Then she said
"you are a muscle
You pump blood
Stop squirting blood on me
You are a freak
I hate you"
So he slept
With dreams of love
Dreams of her
She gave him life
She kept him up
But she was not his
So he woke up dead
I am dead.
This is awesome BUT you didn't do the right assignment! It was supposed to follow one of the grammatical formats from your grammar packet...Delete
Thinking of what to doReplyDelete
random thoughts ensue.
Writing this poem late at night
I just really am losing sight.
Doing blogs so late
my normal thoughts will dissipate.
This coughing is getting really annoying,
these random thoughts constantly deploying.
I really don't care about the student, the typical teenage stereotypeReplyDelete
Sleeping in class
Sitting back and yawning
loathing about homework,
being sloth-like, unexcited, and laid-back,
never stopping his inactivity.
Warm wind circled them.ReplyDelete
Friendly Birds above sang.
Welcoming rays penetrated clouds.
The earth trees, protrude through dirt, massively created
Inside the heart
By good judgment
Between two friends
With one charmed.
My journey, a parade of sweet summers and cozy winter memoriesReplyDelete
comes to a bleak end.
Winding along its merry course
Converging with the timeline of others
Slow dancing with the winds of change
Arriving at an inevitable end
Breaking down and wishing fare-well
Yo man, this be Nostalgic!Delete
This makes me sound very mean.... :(ReplyDelete
Being the person you are
Won't get you very far.
You are a disgrace
To the entire human race.
I'm far better than you
And I look better, too.
So, just go away.
I've got nothing else to say.
This poem seems like it is condescending.ReplyDelete
Because I know I did you wrongReplyDelete
I express my remorse with my actions:
to cry under my covers
to silence my complaints under your authority
to rise above my past actions
to apologize under the sun while it still shines.
this is how I show you my keen sense of regret, dear teacher.
Oh, sad lifeReplyDelete
all of the strife.
what shall I be.
A broken machine?
A sad flower?
Nay, this be my final hour.