Sunday, January 11, 2009
IT'S POETRY TIME!!
We are soon to start working on our poetry lesson! I would like for you to find an encouraging poem and post it. It needs to appropriate and also include the author's name. You may find one on-line, from a book, or create your own. Have fun and make sure that others find your poem inspirational!
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this is Queoni here is a poem.
A Poet's Soul
by Prometheus
A mber waves of grain still sway,
P lanted with seed from deep within.
O ffered with love to the home of the brave,
E ven for those who would still her pen.
T imeless imagery for a proud nation still healing,
S oothing our wounds extolling our brotherhood.
S own upon people of great courage, revealing
O ur foundation was sound our nation still stood
U nless we lose sight of all that she said,
L ong ago words will serve us in good stead.
My poem! Appreaciate it! Thanks ^_^
This is Brenda
# 2
hangin out wit
Corbin Bleu!
Think you can top that?
Well try to late..
and you'll go splat!
Author: Rachel Roskey
Poem: REAL BASKETBALL STARS
I Grab My Jersey And My Shoes
I Am Going To A Game That I Will Not Lose
I Put On My T-Shirt And Throw On My Shorts
Because Today I Will Play On The Basketball Courts
I Am Going To Play With My Basketball Team
We're Going To Win Gold, Or So It May Seem
I Practice My Lay-ups, Dribbling And Shot
I Shoot It And Score, It Was Right On The Dot
Now I Went In A Little Cocky, Because We Began To Lose
But My Team Will Not, No Way, We Refuse
So As I Became Angry, Also A One Man Team
I Got A Foul And Of Course Wanted To Scream
Half Time Came And My Coach Told Us To Bring It In
How Could We Lose, We Needed To Win
We Pulled It Together, And We Became A Squad
I Pleaded And Prayed To The One And Only God
There Was 5 Seconds Left, It Was A Tied Game
Jamie Passed It To Sam, And We Tried For Our Fame
She Tested For That Lay-up And Did Miss
But That Was That And This Is This
That Was Two Years Ago And I Have Learned One Thing
Work As A Team And Success It Shall Bring
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
I THINK WRITING POEMS WAS GOOD FOR ME BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE ONE AND I STARTED TO THINK. IT REALLY HELPED ME ALOT THANKS MRS. ALEXANDER.
Yesterday was history,Tomorrows a mystery,But today is a gift.That's why is called the present.
Chantel
A word of hope,thought,and inspiration.
-Chantel-
=D
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
heres a tounge twister poem
Betty Botter
Betty Botter
bought some butter.
"But," she said,
"the butter's bitter.
If I put it
in my batter,
it will make
my batter bitter.
But a bit
of better butter--
that would make
my batter better."
So she bought
a bit of butter,
better than
her bitter butter.
And she put it
in her batter,
and the batter
was not bitter.
So 'twas better
Betty Botter
bought a bit
of better butter!
Our Biggest Fear
Our biggest fear is not what we see,
but what we feel in our soul,
that drives us to darkness and doom.
Beware of fear because it 'tis with you.
It haunts us day and night,
following us home from school,
beware of fear, because its near,
breathing down your neck.
step, step, pitter, patter, hear that?
That’s’ you running from fear,
but you forgot on thing in mind,
fear is not chasing you....'tis you!
You think of fear as a noun,
like a person or a thing,
but hears the deal
it isn’t real, just let truth be told.
That’s just you making an excuse
to act a fool screaming and yelling
making a fuss over stupidity
of something that’s not real.
Fear is more real than you may think,
but not in the form of human or thing.
Don't be tricked over that of fear
so listen to these words of wisdom.
Fear is mortality, like the being of the dead,
pressure holds onto itself
trying to suppress itself back to wince it came.
Fear is only there to trick you.
So our biggest fear is not that of fear,
but only ourselves
standing before ourselves
driving real fear away.
That’s our biggest fear.
By: Saiyah Hideki
(Brenda)
hopes you like my poems. inspiration came fron my little sister trinity moore! ^^ thanks!
I cannot wait till the poetry slam I have a feeling its gonna be so much fun
I really didn't know about this because nobody told me and I haven't done anything. I didn't go to blogger in a while. So when are we going to do it again. Please notify me when you find out.
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
By: Maya Angelou
Alisha Prewitt
My Poem
Im am normal poem,
I am just another poem.
You can make watever you want,
But ill always be poem.
I can show feeling, but more than just that.
I can any type of poem,
But remmember IM JUST A POEM.
By: Leilany jonas
My Poem
Im am normal poem,
I am just another poem.
You can make watever you want,
But ill always be poem.
I can show feeling, but more than just that.
I can any type of poem,
But remmember IM JUST A POEM.
By: Leilany jonas
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