By Mackenzie Keller

Stepping into Disney is

a journey into a storybook.

You become a child.

Feel the magic,

animation,

it’s heaven on Earth.

Constructed by Walt Disney himself.

He was the inventor of

Mickey Mouse.

Mickey is like a

fantasy come true.

Disney encircles you with happiness.

It’s like you’re in a

lush garden.

Disney is magical

like Cinderella’s fairy godmother

or the one and only

Tinker Bell.

It’s a place where

dreams

last

forever.

Disney truly is a wish

your heart makes.

1. I decided to publish an ode poem.

2. I chose Disney as the subject of my ode because I love Disney and it is a place that has a lot of meaning to me. My family does some sort of Disney trip almost ever year, so it has a special place in my heart. I have made a ton of memories there.

3. The tone of my poem is magical and bright.

4. The theme of my poem is that Disney is a place where people are always joyful and can live in their fantasy’s.

5. One example of figurative language in my poem is: “Stepping into Disney is a journey into a storybook.” This is a metaphor. This figurative language contributes to the tone and theme development because Disney is a place full of fairytale stories. When you walk in the gates of the Magic Kingdom you feel like you are in the actual fairytale world of a storybook. Another example of figurative language in my poem is: “Disney encircles you with happiness. It’s like you’re in a lush garden.” This is a simile. This figurative language contributes to the tone and theme development because it compares Disney to a lush garden. It means that Disney surrounds you with happiness like when you are in a garden and surrounded by beautiful flowers and plants.

6. One specific way I revised this poem is by changing excitement to animation. I made this revision because the word excitement is a bit boring and I wanted to put in a word that made you feel deeper and more meaning.  Another specific way I revised this poem is by changing created to constructed. I made this revision because the word constructed is a more elevated word than created and in odes you are supost to have more elevated word choice.

7. It was not super hard to write this poem because Disney means a lot to me and when I had to write about it in a poem it flowed right out of me.

8. I am very satisfied with my poem because I think it turned out well, I put effort into making it, and it is about something I love.

By:Drea Pesina

Danger is coming, I feel it in my bones.

Strong waves of nausea wash over me, like the ocean washed onto shore.

The fear seeps into the floor, through the door into my bones.

I feel weak to the touch as I hold my covers as a guard over my frail body.

I rub my palms against my bed sheets, trying to push the strong sense of fear away.

The door opens, golden flames appear with it showing me darkness and despair.

The sense of panic and irony flows through me like wind.

My breathing stops in my chest.

The dead halt freezes the room around me.

I cause myself to let out the breathe I was holding so long without knowing.

The tone of my mind is dark and deceiving.

I fear the lady inside me.

She knows that I fear her.

Fear, Fear, Fear.

The words repeat in my mind causing me pain in my chest and heart.

The terror, feels as fire coursing through my veins.

The doors show me myself, the monster within.

I fear her, she is stronger than you would ever know.

She’s been through hell and back, fighting since young age.

I hide her away and keep it to myself, she is a beast and doesnt need to be let out.

EVER.

She will kill, she will harm, she will cause agony and screams.

She is like a plague, like death, like wind.

She spreads, she brings death, she flows with everything, to keep her cool.

I’M not friendly, so don’t try to play like i am.

I’m a monster.

I’ve known for so long.

My family has never come to know.

They shouldn’t ever have to learn of who i hide at night.

Just the thought causes Strong Panic throughout me….

Danger is here, her presence is strong.

Lady Death has arrived, and she is here for me.

More so the beast hidden inside of me.

My heart, will be ripped from my chest like a bandage from a wound.

I will be prepared, for i have caused this Fear to form, deep inside me.

This Darkness WillLay Still Within me.

For many years as it has.

The mind within her will go dead.

Such as the mind of Lady Death.

The FEAR I can create, the FEAR i stain into the minds of soulful people.

1. I published a emotion type poem. A poem that connects very strongly to how I feel about myself. The person I hold withing. The person I dont want to share anyone else.

2.I choose this emotion because I want people to understand that not everyone is happy. That joking about having these conditions is not okay. The fact that i hear people joke about being depressed, wanting to kill themselves almost everyday, that frustrates me to a point beyond belief. People dont know if you face a struggle everyda with waking up. It’s not a joke and people joking around about having these types of emotions is not okay, and it honestly needs to stop. So ill be the one to stop it.

3. The tone of my poem is that not everyone is going to be okay. Saying that “oh your going to be okay” Isnt what always happens. I dont appreaciate the fact that by saying a few simple words you expect me to just be okay like poof magic your okay. NO thats not how this works. I wrote this poem to help people undertstand the fear and agony behind having such emotions. This specific moment is just the thoughts that go through my mind and the battles I face within me. I didnt choose this to be funny or just to be dark. I choose this to show that people ACTUALLY face these feelings. People suffer from the things people joke about. so take the time to think about what your joking about before you actually say that so called “funny joke”

4.  The big idead behind all of this or the theme behind everything is the fact that people need to take things more serious. Dont jok around about things you know nothing about. The theme is be serious about serious topics.

5. One example of figuritive language is “My heart will be ripped from my chest like a bandage from a wound” Another example of fugurtive language is “She is like a plauge, like death, like wind” In each of these figurative language sentences they compare the girl in the poem to something, or somehing of the girl to something.

6.In the begining this poem was just a poem about panic. I changed it to someothing with a deeper meaning. So i changed some words from dark to dark and deceving, or something like a sentence with figuritive language to a sentence with deeper meaning.  Another way was i changed the wordframe of panic to fear. I did this because panic is a state that anyone can go into. While fear is something that can be tackled and pushed away.

7.It was very easy to write this poem, seeing as I am writing this from my point of view and things ive been through in my past. The struggles i face everyda are easy to write aobut but to talk about them to someone else in person is another story. If I had a written draft then i think i would be finer with talking to someone about it.

8.Im very sastisifed weith this final draft. Its a big update from the very very VERY rough draft labeled panic. Its more detailed and frankly i love it. I can feel the images seeping into my mind like a vivid nightmare. Not that it would be that scary to someone such as myself, but something so sinister and evil making its way into your mind because of the deatils i gave. I love this final draft  and I honestly think it ws one of my best darafts ive ever written for anything.

By: Sami Saifudin

I was at the basketball court

Me and my teammates erging to get on the court

Us waiting felt like centuries

Finally, our time to play

My heart was wrenching faster than the speed of light

The game starts with a loud whistle

The ball bouncing and the ball going in the basket was happening so fast

When the ball came to me I made sure to not lose it

We were hitting the final minutes of the game

The game was going faster than flash 

Seeing the clock move way to fast for my liking

I could smell the taste of victory

When the final whistle was finally blown

The game was finished

The court was rampaged by friends

Celebrating our victory

1. I did a sensory poem.
2. I picked this event because I knew if I wrote this it would be easy to write a sensory detail poem.
3. The tone is anxious
4. The theme is don’t let fear get in the way of succes
5. ” My heart was wrenching faster than the speed of light”. This is a hyperbole and it contributes to the theme because it shows I was nervous for the game. ” The game was going faster than the flash” . This is also a hyperbole and it contributes to the theme because it shows that I was not ready because of how scared and unaware I was.
6. ” When the ball came to me I made sure to not lose it”. I added this to my poem to get an extra sensory detail. I changed ” The clock was ticking to fast for my liking”  to ” Seeing the clock move way to fast for my liking” . I did this because I wanted to add more sensory details to my story because that was what I was lacking.
7. This poem was not too hard to write because I remember that story very well and getting the sensory details for the story were not that hard.
8. I am pretty satisfied with my final draft because I made sure I had all the requirements and no grammar/ spelling errors.

By Tristan Coates

The Air was hot.

My heart was beating like a drum.

I stood on the bright white start line,

crammed between 10 other runners

like sardines in a can.

Silence traveled through the air.

Then the starter raised his pistol,

BANG!

All of the runners took off.

I sprinted ahead, taking a lead.

I could feel my spikes hitting the ground hard.

I kept running, but I could feel my energy fading.

I was breathing hard, and my mouth was dry.

My legs were getting heavy.

My vision was blurred, but ahead, was the bright finish line.

The last 100 meters.

I sprinted a fast as I could.

The crowd was screaming at the runners.

Victory was in my grasp

And I passed the finish line.

1. My poem is a sense poem

2. I chose to write about this event because track is a big part of my life and i’ve been to a lot of track meets, so describing what it’s like to run at one is easy

3. The tone of my poem is hopeful.

4. The theme of my poem is to never give up.

5. “My heart was beating like a drum.” This is an example of a simile. This adds to the story because it shows how nervous I was before I ran the race.

“crammed between 10 other runners like sardines in a can.” This is another example of a simile. This adds to the tone because it shows all of the other runners and how close together we were.

6. One revision I made was that I added “like sardines in a can” to the sentence “I stood on the bright white start line, crammed between 10 other runners.” I added this because I thought it gave more detail on how close together all of the runners were. Another revision I made was that I added, “I was breathing hard,” in front of “My mouth was dry.” because it added more description to how I felt when I was running.

7. I thought it was pretty easy to read this poem because I have been to plenty track meets over the last few years and I have ran the 400 meter dash at most of them. That makes it really easy to describe how it feels to run one.

8. I’m pretty satisfied with my final draft because I read over it multiple times and it seems good to me.

By:  Olivia Elliott

From the first day we met,

I knew you were the one for me.

When you were first called into my world,

You bounded forward

On your tiny,

Yet powerful, paws,

Happy as a pig in mud.

You trotted up, and

Proceeded to lick me,

And lick me,

And lick me,

Over and over with your warm, moist, incessant,

Pink tongue.

When I return home,

You greet me in the foyer,

My little brother,

Tags jingling like sleigh bells,

With your long, soft tail bringing up the rear,

And wagging with no end.

As you come, your beagle style ears flop,

Until you seat yourself at my feet,

And they transform into chihuahua ones,

As you look at me, giving me a silent, yet profound welcome.

Then I lie down beside you,

And you snuggle up to me,

Your furry coat of night

Warming me, as I cuddle you.

When you know it is time to eat,

You hover by your food bin,

And plead for sustenance,

Your endearing fawn colored eyes

Boring into my very soul.

Your lower lip quivers like the last leaf on a tree

About to fall,

And drool bubbles out like soap

In the corners of your mouth.

During walks together,

I talk to you

About what a good boy you are

And you tell me

What kind of nasty stuff you find

Under bushes and in piles of leaves.

You play with me too.

You romp around, perhaps with some toy

To tempt me with,

A treasure like no other in your eyes.

We tug, each battling for the prize.

In my eyes, though, Ross Boss,

You are the treasure,

You silly, wonderful goomba.

All who gaze upon you adore you.

You truly are a canine wonder.

Reflection:

1. The poem I chose to publish was my ode poem.

2. I chose Ross, my dog, as the subject of my ode because there is a lot to say about him, he’s adorable, and I love him very much.

3. The tone of my poem is loving.

4. The theme of my poem is that Ross is a wonderful and silly dog and is loved very much.

5. My first example of figurative language is my metaphor “you are the treasure”, and this contributes to the tone and theme development because it says that Ross is valuable to me. My second example of figurative language is my metaphor “my little brother”, and this contributes to the tone and theme development because this creates the image that Ross is really close to me.

6. The first way I revised this poem was adding “like sleigh bells” to create a sense of joy from Ross, who was entering the foyer to greet me. The second revision was moving “about to fall” to its own line to improve the flow of the poem.

7. I think it was really easy to write Ode to Ross because I have many wonderful experiences with him, and he is easy to compliment (on his silliness).

8. I am extremely satisfied with my final draft because I believe it has effective figurative language and carries my love for Ross into it.