Using your laptops, select a poem or write a poem that YOU will carry in Your pocket all day next Wednesday. Go to our class blog and click on the link"Pocket Poem Day".
There will be 5 “Poem Ambassadors” (wearing a lime green t-shirt) on campus. Students need to find an ambassador, read them their poem, receive a ticket, and enter their ticket for a drawing in the Media Center. If they visit all 5 ambassadors, they have 5 chances to win prizes. (Prizes will include iTunes gift cards, gas gift cards,food gift cards, etc.)
Copy your poem on your own paper and turn it into the bin with your name on it.
You must use my links on the blog. If you are going to write your own at home, do this as a back up!
http://libraries.mit.edu/guides/subjects/literature/poetry.html
David Harris,
ReplyDeleteRespect
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/respect-8/
I Be (PMSing)
ReplyDeleteBy: Brandi and Tara T. (c) April 26, 2011
I be screamin’, I be cryin’
I be achin’, I be dyin’
I be crampin’, I be cravin’
I be rantin’, I be ravin’
I be sore, I be bloatin’
I be hungry, I be mopin’
I be moody, I be groanin’
I be hurtin’, I be moanin’
I be tired, I be cranky
I be grumpy, I be angry
I be wild, I be crazy
I be sluggish, I be lazy
I be thinkin’, I be wantin’
I be needin’ ibuprofen
Saying Bye.
ReplyDeleteMichael G. (c)4/26/11
People live, people die.
For who dies, oh why oh why.
We just wish it was a lie.
Most of us just cry.
Those that die, take off and fly.
And we have to finally say BYE.
Nothing Gold can stay.
ReplyDeleteBY: Robert Frost
Natures first green is gold
Her heart is hue to hold
Her early leafs a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leave
So eden sank to grief
Dawn goes down to day
Nothing Gold can stay.
The Cherry Trees
ReplyDelete-Edward Thomas
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
http://www.english.emory.edu/LostPoets/Thomas.html
Fire and Ice
ReplyDeleteBy Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
http://www.terebess.hu/english/haiku/frost.html
To My Mother
ReplyDeleteby Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19662
No Time To Hate
ReplyDeleteBy: Emily Dickinson
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
http://www.shortpoems.org/emily_dickinson/no_time_to_hate.html
On Receiving News of The War
ReplyDeleteBy Isaac Rosenberg
Snow is a strange white word.
No ice or frost
Has asked of bud or bird
For Winter's cost.
Yet ice and frost and snow
From earth to sky
This Summer land doth know.
No man knows why.
In all men's hearts it is.
Some spirit old
Hath turned with malign kiss
Our lives to mould.
Red fangs have torn His face.
God's blood is shed.
He mourns from His lone place
His children dead.
O! ancient crimson curse!
Corrode, consume.
Give back this universe
Its pristine bloom.
http://www.english.emory.edu/LostPoets/News.html
I Cry
ReplyDeleteTupac Shakur
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cry-19/
I carry your heart with me
ReplyDeleteE.E. Cummings
I carry your heart with me(I carry it in
my heart)I am never without it(anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-2/
The Road Not Taken
ReplyDeleteBy: Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
http://www.poetry-archive.com/f/the_road_not_taken.html
In The Depths of Solitude
ReplyDeleteWilliam Walker
i exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can i be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect oppurtunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-depths-of-solitude/
I Cry
ReplyDeleteBy: Tupac Shakur
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cry-19/
Stars
ReplyDeleteBy: Robert Frost
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
http://www.internal.org/Robert_Frost/Stars
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ReplyDeleteImitation
ReplyDeleteBy:Edgar Allan Poe
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride—
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my wordly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
http://www.blackcatpoems.com/p/imitation.html
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ReplyDelete"Fire and Ice"
ReplyDeleteBy Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-and-ice/
Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond
ReplyDeleteBy. E.E. Cummings
Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
Any experience, your eyes have their silence: in Your most frail gesture are things which enclose Me, or which I cannot touch because they are too Near.
Your slightest look easily will enclose me Though I have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring Opens
Touching skillfully, mysteriously, her first rose
Or if your wish to be close to me, I and my life Will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when The heart of this flower imagines the snow Carefully everywhere descending;
Nothing which we are to perceive in this world Equals the power of your intense fragility: Whose texture compels me with the color of its Coutries rendering death and forever with each Breathing
I do not know what it is about
You that closes and opens; only
Something in me understands the
Voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401