Death Be Not Proud
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne
In the ____(noun)____ of my mind
(Combine your senses)
(A non-exciting activity, written in the past tense)
(A statement that shows some optimism about the future)
Line 1: Your first name only
Line 2: Four adjectives that describe you
Line 3: Son/daughter of __
Line 4: Lover of (name three things-phrases work best)
Line 5: Who feels (name three)
In the following sections, writer may name as many as
they like.
Line 6: Who finds happiness in __
Line 7: Who needs __
Line 8: Who gives __
Line 9: Who fears __
Line 10: Who would like to see __
Line 11: Who enjoys __
Line 12: Who likes to wear __
Line 13: Resident of (city or neighborhood)
Line 14: Your last name only
Concrete Poetry
A poem which makes a picture on the page is called concrete poetry
EASTER-WINGS. (first half) By George Herbert
LORD, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poor :
With thee
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories :
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
Free Verse Poetry
Free verse poetry is a poem that is written without a regular rhyme scheme, meter or
form. It often mimics natural speech.
MOTHER TO SON By Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinter,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on
And reachin’ landin’s
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.