Defeat

By: Caspian Bell

The shrill scream of the whistle sounded across the field

The game was done

The score was 0-20

The season was done

Our record was 0-9n

I slumped to the sidelines

Dripping in my sweat soaked clothes

And surrounded in a terrible stech

 

I sat on the cold metal bench

And yank off my helmet

The taste of gatorade sour in my mouth

As I listened to my coach

He tells us we did well

And that he is proud of us for giving it our all

But we all know that we failed

 

I pull of my constrictive safety gear

And stretch my sore muscles

Then I sludged off through the frigid night

And hoped the next season would be better

 

 

 

 

Questions

Responses

  1. Which poem type did you publish?

I published My sense poem.

  1. Answer the ONE question that goes with your poem type:

    1. Emotion Poem: Why did you choose this emotion?

    2. Sensory detail Poem: Why did you choose this event as the basis for your poem?

      I chosethis event because it is an event that is filled with differnt senses.

    3. Inspired by poem: What was the source of your inspiration (poem, song, issue)? Why?

    4. Nature/environment poem: Why did you choose this environment?

    5. Allegory: What is the literal meaning (story)? What is the figurative meaning?

    6. Ode: Why did you choose the subject of your ode?

 

  1. What is the tone of your poem?

The tone of my poem is despair.

  1. What is the theme of your poem?

The theme of my poem is defeat.

  1. Choose TWO examples of figurative language in the poem.

  1. Quote the figurative language:”cold metal bench”

  2. Type of figurative language: sensory details

  3. Explain how this figurative language contributes to tone and theme development: It suports the tome of despair by showing that the bench is uncomfortable

  1. Quote the figurative language:”shrill scream of the whistle”

  2. Type of figurative language: sensory detail

  3. Explain how this figurative language contributes to tone and theme development: It contributes to the tone of despair by seemin harsh.

  1. What are two specific ways you revised this poem? (Example: “I changed “happy” to “content.”) Why did you make these revisions?

Revision #1: I added a line about the stench of sweat soaked clothes.

Explanation: I did this to increase the amount of senses my poem appeals to and represent a overwhelming sense that you get after a football game.

Revision #2: I removed my original ending.

Explanation: I did this because it didn’t fit the tone of my poem.

  1. How easy or difficult was it to write this poem? Why?

It was easy to write this poem because I chose an event that is full of senses and that I renember well.

  1. How satisfied are you with your final draft? Explain.

    I am quite satisfied with my final draft because I put effort into it and I believe that it is a compelling poem.

 

Sugar Rush

By: Emily Marohn

 

I walked into the kitchen

And my stomach rumbled.

The aroma of sweet, vanilla batter

Filled my lungs.

As I opened the oven,

The heat slapped me in the face,

And I knew the cupcakes

Were ready.

The scent of of glowing, radiant cupcakes

Overwhelmed me.

Sweet like honey.

The sugary dessert

I have baked,

Was very appetizing.

At that point,

I knew my first cupcakes

Were a success.

 

 

Reflection:

1. The type of poem that I published is a sensory detail poem.

2. I chose this event as the basis of my poem because ever since I baked these cupcakes and how much success I had off of them, I have loved baking since.

3. The tone of my poem is nostalgic.

4. The theme of my poem is success tastes sweet.

5. An example of personification is “The heat slapped me in the face,” and this figurative language contributes to the tone and theme developement because it the start of when I knew my cupcakes were ready and how I will always remember this. An example of a simile is “Sweet like honey.” And this figurative language contributes to the tone and theme developement because I figured out how the cupcakes taste and that I enjoy them, and that it’s a strong memory in my mind how sweet and delicious they are.

6. A specific way I revised this poem is I changed “smell” to “aroma” in one of the first lines in the poem. I did this because “smell” seemed very casual and I felt like I needed a bigger, more intriguing word. I also revised this poem by changing “flew in my face” to “slapped me in the face” to add more figurative language and sensory details to my poem.

7. This poem was pretty easy to write because it’s a strong memory in my mind to recall so I could write this poem in detail.

8. For satisfication, I am really satisfied with this poem. I feel like I hit every point of my story, giving detail, senses, and figurative language to make the reader actually want to read my story and enjoy it, as I do.

Cool War Poem

By: Michael Johnston

The conflict heavy

Beneath my damp bright red bloody feet

War rages

Through the deadly bright fires

The gunshot echos

Loud but soft all the same

Am I the killer

Or is the killer the country

Or the weapon I hold

Peace offered

But never accepted

In this dark world

Where chaos tends to be the only way

They didn’t ask

They didn’t ask to be killed

Sometimes I wonder

If serving was my choice

And it was

But a nightmare all the same

The gunshot echos

Innocent dies

As the sound fades

As the village crumbles on itself

As I walk away

Wondering if I did the right thing

If it wasn’t me

Would the gunshot still painfully echo

But the gunshot

Will always echo

As the bright red always left

In the echos path

In my mind

The ear bursting sound

Of the gunshots echo

Will never stop

 

 

1. Inspired by

2. Issue, war, because the issue of the scar war leaves on someone isnt brought up as muhc as it should be

3. Sadness

4. War

5. A) Damp Bright Red Bloody Feet, But the gunshot will always echo

5. B) Metaphor, Methaphor

5. C) It shows the scars it left on them

6. I changed extreme to ear bursting because extreme seemed more fake than ear bursting, I added bloody to the second line to make it seem more metaphoracal as it was showing that he killed people in the past and not actually stepping in blood

7. It was probably in the middle writing it because I didnt know how to turn the ideas into words for the poem

8. Im fairly satasfied with my final work, I feel like I could have added more metaphors and similes

3 Words

By: Shruti Adavelly

Plink! Plink! The hush drops sounded from the leak on the roof.

My grandmother knitting, waiting as time ticked by, but never speeding up.

Worry line creased her forehead, newly formed.

I sat confused waiting for the hush atmosphere to clear.

3:25, 3:26 our creaking door had not opened yet to reveal my parents that were gone.

Worried from the urgency and pain reflecting in my mother’s eyes, I sat.

As the phone blared in the tranquility,

My grandmother rushed towards the black machine.

I watched as the corners of her lips tilted up and tears started to threaten to spill.

Picking up her coat and coaxing me into a taxi she hurried me to a scruffy, white building.

It was off a road buzzing with urban life.

I walked to the doors the soft brown and reds of the autumn leaves fell.

One fell on my shoulder to be seconds later brushed of by the wind.

Entering the building the pungent scent of the sanitizer hit my nostrils, wrinkling my nose,

Following like a lost puppy I traced my grandmother into a bright room lit up my the light.

There lay my mother rested as sweat beads dripped across her forehead,

Glancing at me she commanded me fore ward.

In her arms lay a blue bundle,

A tiny, sleeping baby in the bundle with tiny gloves, tenderly covering its hands and feet.

As another leaf fell I felt the world at my feet as she whispered,

“Meet you brother.”

 

Reflection:

  1. I published the sensory detail poem type.
  2. I chose the day my brother was born as the event for the basis of my poem because it changed my life forever and added another person that I love into my life. The day introduced a person that is always there and makes me laugh always and I will always remember the day he was born so I wanted to share the event that changed my life.
  3. The tone of my poem joyous.
  4. The theme of my poem is the delightful impact a new life gives.
  5.  “Plink! Plink! The hush drops sounded from the leak on the roof.” uses an onomatopoeia and contributes the silent atmosphere as we wait for a baby to be born in this world with anticipation. The figurative language contributes to the development of the theme in the poem. “One fell on my shoulder to be seconds later brushed of by the wind.” uses personification because wind cannot brush of leaves like a person. The figurative language contributes to the joyous tone because it show the soft, silent pleasing atmosphere of the day.
  6.  I revised the words quietness into tranquility in line & because it adds more of a meaning to how I want to describe the atmosphere in the poem and creates a more specific vocabulary in the poem. I also revised the line about me tracing my grandmother into a room my adding a simile to specify and bring more meaning to the confused world I was in when following my grandmother.
  7. It was easy and difficult for me to write this poem because this day was very impactful and easy to remember all the specific details about. However it was hard for me to create an exact mood of how I felt of the day and how to lead the poem into a beautiful and meaningful ending.
  8. I am very satisfied with my final draft because my poem portrays all the emotion of confusion and anticipation that lead to the ending of me meeting my brother. My poem has meaningful figurative language that helps show my emotion and as well as has the perfect story composition that I was intending to display.

 

Ode to Rain

By: Alexis Lee

 

Rain, rain, rain

Rain is like life

Scattered powered-puff clouds bring rain and

Colors like

Emerald, which gleams in the sun

Lavender, the aroma of tranquility

Peach, the honeyed tasting fruit

Without rain, where would the fruits be?

Nectarines, the colors of red and orange, with a scent of white

Apples, the fruit of beauty, adolescence, and joy

Cherries, the merrymaking fruit

Pears, the symbol of immortality

Without rain, all would die

No more memories, no more people, no more smiles

The land would be covered in sorrows  that will never echo

The sky would grow painfully dark

Without rain, there would be no Earth

Rain is like never ending blessings poured down from Heaven

My ode to rain

The simple, yet authoritative implement

Rain.

 

1. I published my ode poem.

2. I chose rain as my subject because rain tends to be looked down on.

3. The tone of my poem is admiring.

4. The theme of my poem is rain is better than you think it is.

5.

A) “Rain is like never ending blessings poured down from Heaven”

B) This is a simile.

C) This sentence contributes to the poem because it adds that rain is good to all things.

 

A) “Rain is like life”

B) This is a simile.

C) This sentence contributes to my poem because rain produces life to things like plants and animals.

6.

A) I changed “healing” to “tranquility” because tranquility is a broader word which can cover healing and peace.

B) I added the line “the sky would grow painfully dark” to emphasize that rain is needed in this world.

7. This poem was difficult to make because I needed to think deeper about how rain can impact people.

8. I am pretty satisfied with my final draft. This is because I worked hard to research some symbols and ideas to make my poem stronger.

Joy

By: John Viney

It is impossible that you haven’t felt this before

People feel it when they are younger than four   

It’s like warm summer days

Or the sun’s bright rays

It can help you out of the worst times

And makes you feel good no matter the time

It’s the light at the end of a dark tunnel

It’s what makes you chuckle

And on top of that it can light up someones face

 

Reflection questions:

1) The poem I decided to publish was my emotion poem.

2) I decided to choose this emotion because it is a common emotion that shows up everyday in people’s lives.

3) The tone of my poem is optimistic.

4) The theme of my poem is that joy is the medicine for sadness and anger.

5) Quote 1: The quote “It’s like warm summer days” is a simile that shows it is warm and nice like warm summer days.

Quote 2: “Or the suns bright rays” shows that it is warm like the rays of the sun.

6) Revision 1: In the sixth line of my poem I added “And makes you feel good”. The reason I added this to the sixth line is becuase when I had first written it it only said “No matter the time”. I thought that was too short and didn’t really capture how powerful joy can really be.

Revision 2: I added the line “It’s the light at the end of a dark tunnel” to show that no matter how bad things are going for you it will always turn out good.

7) It was both easy and difficult to write this poem because I knew what I wanted to write about but I struggled to put it into words for a poem.

8) I am very satisfied with my final draft although I do admit it could have been better if I had been able to put what I was thinking into words better, but I feel that struggle will help me in future wrighing projects.

On the line

By: Grant Catello

The sun beating down on my face turning it red

I was looking down at the line that was as white as snow

I was making sure not to go until I heard “set black go”

Sweat dripping down my arms and into my palms

It was also causing a burning sensation in my eyes

I had to ignore it though and focus on what’s important

The smell of blood on my knees and elbows crowded my nose

It assured that football is the best sport

I heard the golden words like a trumpet blasting in my ears

Like a missle shooting out of tube I started to run

I exploded off the line propeling me forward

Sprinting as fast as I can I looked at my Quarterback

He saw that I wanted the ball and he threw it

Flying through the air like a hawk everything went slow for me

Leaving the ball and me alone on the field

The leather hit my hands like pushing a button told me to run

Cheering erupts in my ears relieving me and insuring my success

 

Reflection Questions:

1. The type of poem I decided to type was a sense poem.

2. I choose my football game because in the moment I felt like I was a movie and that everything fell togehter perfectly in that moment and it was a happy time for me so I could really express my self.

3. The tone of my poem is suspenseful

4. The theme of my poem is that suspense leads to big and exciting moments.

5a. An example of figurative language from my poem is “Like a missle shooting out of tube I started to run” this example of figurative language is a simile and it is showing that I was finally able to start the football play.

5b. An example of figurative language from my poem is “Sweat dripping down my arms and into my palms” this is imagery and this shows that I am ready for the play and that I am sweaty and tired.

6a. A specific revision I did to my poem is I added the word like to ” It was a trumpet” to make it a simile.

6b. A specific revison I did to my poem is I added ” like a hawk” to “flying through the air” to show that the ball is going fast.

7. This poem was very easy for me to write because I choose a topic that was fresh in my memories and a topic that I enjoy a lot.

8. I am satisfied with my final draft because I have a lot of imagery and sensory details which make my poem come alive and I feel like I am at my football game again.

Trash

By:Carlos Irizarry

I come from school thinking that today is the day that I will get my first win, palms already sweaty as I grip the controller, I ready up and realize it’s time.

I drop Greasy Grove, and my eyes widened because it was as crowded as the mall during Black Friday.

I tell myself that I have to bring my A game, I land in big brick as I hear the sound of someone landing in the basement.

His footsteps are as loud as a giant walking up the stairs. I start to get a little worry and I wipe the moisture off of my hands.

Right as I break the roof I turn around to see a chest, I open it and my hart drops as i see a common suppressed SMG drop out of the chest with a big shield.

As I drink the big shield I can taste the saltiness of my sweat dropping into my mouth. I start breaking the floor telling myself self I have to be ready.

Right as I break the ground and land on the floor, I see my enemy their  killing me with a pump shotgun.

I think I could see a smirk on his face while he was dancing on my dead body.

I look down and ask myself, Why am I trash at Fortnite?

Change

By:Rizel Serrano

 

Welcomed, unwanted

It always comes

Trying to forget

No need to face the unknown

In one form or another

Unavoidable

The storm hits

and you are stuck in the eye

Your heart, beating

Not knowing

what happens next

Sea-salt spice burns your nose

Your emotions

Unexplainable

Then reality

it hits and

The storm

It finally seizes

The aroma once acrid

Becoming pleasing

You peek out

at first misty

like the calm morning dew

Refreshed, serene

Then

the light

The dazzling, brilliant

light

The sunrise

overcomes the dark

what once was

Nothing

Turns into a

Miracle

 

New Girl

By: Camdyn DiVenere

 

We met a new girl today

Our group, together, laughter passed throughout

Our bright circle of smiles

She was different, stuck out

Forcibly foreign

Soon her foreign face grew custom

The group welcomed her with open arms

But they didnt see

Her slithering, coiling movements

Constricting them

like a snake

Her hisses soon replaced my laughter

And the slimy serpent soon replaced me

Their group, huddled close, snarled sweet secrets

Hushed hisses left bitter tastes on my tounge

and a pit in my stomach

The pit grew and grew

Their scaly skin soon melted away

They would see me, I would hiss

My soft skin grew coarse

I was different, foreign

Envy eroded my heart

Soon, I realized

I was a New Girl