3.3 Poem
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Write a poem in any style (Lines and stanzas)
Subject related to books, reading, literacy, character,
language, grammar
At least 2 stanzas (Not over one page)
Typed in legible font
Title at center
Name and grade level typed directly under the title
Rhyme or have lines that repeat
imagery
figurative language
turned in on time (Due this Friday Nov. 15)
Note: This work will be graded on the criteria listed above (10 points for each #)
and then turned into the Media Center as a part of the literacy day celebration.
Ode to the West Wind
Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, A
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead B
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, A
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, B
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, C
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
B
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, D
Each like a corpse within its grave, until E
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow D
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill F
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) G
With living hues and odours plain and hill: F
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; G
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
G ish
Ode
Ode to an Artichoke
The artichoke
With a tender heart
Dressed up like a
warrior,
Standing at attention, it
built
A small helmet
Under its scales
It remained
Unshakeable,
By its side
The crazy vegetables
Uncurled
Their tendrills and leafcrowns,
Throbbing bulbs,
In the sub-soil
The carrot
With its red mustaches
Was sleeping,
The grapevine
Hung out to dry its
branches
Through which the wine
will rise,
The cabbage
Dedicated itself
To trying on skirts,
The oregano
To perfuming the world,
And the sweet
Pablo Neruda
Artichoke
There in the garden,
Dressed like a warrior,
Burnished
Like a proud
Pomegrante.
And one day
Side by side
In big wicker baskets
Walking through the
market
To realize their dream
The artichoke army
In formation.
Never was it so military
Like on parade.
The men
In their white shirts
Among the vegetables
Were
The Marshals
Of the artichokes
Lines in close order
Command voices,
And the bang
Of a falling box.
But
Then
Maria
Comes
With her basket
She chooses
An artichoke,
She's not afraid of it.
She examines it, she observes it
Up against the light like it was an egg,
She buys it,
She mixes it up
In her handbag
With a pair of shoes
With a cabbage head and a
Bottle
Of vinegar
Thus ends
Until
In peace
She enters the kitchen
This career
And submerges it in a pot.
Of the armed vegetable
Which is called an
artichoke,
Then
Scale by scale,
We strip off
The delicacy
And eat
The peaceful mush
Of its green heart.
Sonnet XXIX"
Shakespeare
Sonnet
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
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B
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B
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, C
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, D
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, C
With what I most enjoy contented least, E
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, F
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, B
(Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings G
hymns at heaven's gate, B
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, G
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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Free Verse
Winter Poem
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower
Nikki Giovanni