Poetry Assignment
You must comment on at least one poem. Your comment should be insightful, original, and develop conversation. If you aren't sure if your comment matches this criteria make another. A trite comment that can be made by anyone and is unoriginal is not worth credit. I challenge you to write something worth reading unlike anything you've written before. Also please include the poem or a link to the poem in your post- and poem title and poet name.
Websites: poets.org & poetryfoundation.org
Directions: Tell me how the poem can be used and why.
Mrs. Stansbury
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Name of poem - Necropolitan
ReplyDeletei think this authors morbit look on life comes to life with suck character as he explains the skeletons and how he relates them to candy i love this poem i almost chose a poem by edgar allen poe but i decided against it once i saw this name i mean look at it the name explains what you might being talked about in the poem
Chris mattingly 5 period
Chris M
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ReplyDeleteShall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
ReplyDeleteby William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I would use this to give to my lover. It describes with metaphors of how I feel. I would because it’s how I feel about my love. I would give it to my love when I was sorry to make him forgive me.
Patience
ReplyDeleteby Kay Ryan
Patience is
wider than one
once envisioned,
with ribbons
of rivers
and distant
ranges and
tasks undertaken
and finished
with modest
relish by
natives in their
native dress.
Who would
have guessed
it possible
that waiting
is sustainable—
a place with
its own harvests.
Or that in
time's fullness
the diamonds
of patience
couldn't be
distinguished
from the genuine
in brilliance
or hardness.
This poem speaks to me in a way.Patience gets you a long ways.I myself am not a patient person.When you wait, great things come your way.-Jade Darnell,3rdPeriod
"four quaters" revisited
ReplyDeleteit can be used to describe how when you bring up the past you feel sad because you know how all of the best moments are over.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=237460
Dreams
ReplyDeleteBy: Langston Hughes
"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is barren field
Frozen with snow."
If you do not hold on to your dreams you will not have fun in life. If you do not hold on to your dreams they will eventually leave then life will seem boring. Always dream big.
Kristopher Gustafson 3rd
"The Fist" By:Derek Walcott
ReplyDeletehttp://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19974
This poem explains the pain of love and how much we may hate it, yet we go back for more every time.
Poems for Spring
ReplyDeleteSpring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
I thought it was a good poem because it was about spring and spring is my favorite season of the year because the weather is nice the reason i would use this poem is because it will get everyone excited about spring and what to expect.
dylan price:said.... And death shall have no dominion,
ReplyDeleteby Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
This poem can be used in real life like if some one has lost someone (someone died) than they could read this, and I think it would help because I intrepid it as saying death can not am just one place or after life. Their spirits stay with you as long as you believe they do.
Playgrounds by: Laurence Alma-Tadema
ReplyDeletehttp://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20297
This poem would help someone relax, or smile. It made me smile. Because when i was younger i used to do the exact same thing. Its a perfect way to express a child's point of view. I really like this poem. This poem is very childlike. Everyone wants to drift back into their childhood, this poem would be great for it.
Anissa Holcomb 3rd period.
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ReplyDeleteThe Road Not Taken
ReplyDeleteBy Robert Frost
Poetryfoundation.org
This poem says to do what others normally wouldn't do. When you do things that others don't it can make a huge difference in your life.
Tammy Manley
3rd
This is just to say. by William Carlos Williams
ReplyDeleteI have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
I like this poem. The auther is very creative and nice. He put his apology into a poem. So yes, he seems very creative.
A Red, Red Roseby Robert Burns
ReplyDeleteO my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
I really liked this poem because i can in a way relate to it. I have felt this filling befour and forever will have this certine feeling.
Behold, the grave of a wicked man.
ReplyDeleteby stephen crane.
i like this poem because its a little dark.
i would use this poem to make people that are to happy a bit more depressed because thats what i do.
Name of the Poem: Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio
ReplyDeleteI like the way this poem is written. The author does a good job of describing the instruments. It's also a great blues poem.
"Never give all the heart"
ReplyDeleteBy:W. B. Yeats
This poem is talking about how in life you can't just let your heart go to anyone in life.In life you can't really trust someone all the way there is always a chance of something happening.I am the worst person at this, I can't even trust my own boyfriend.It is hard to sit there and think that if you give your whole heart to someone it wont get broken because it is gonna happen, but if you don't let it all go you have something to look forward too in life.Life has to go on!
by William Shakespeare
ReplyDeleteWhen daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
The meaning of this poem to me is spring is a new beginning. The poem can be used to describe my feelings towards spring. Personally spring is my favorite time of the year because it is normally sunny outside and its not to cold but not to hot.
Aaron Reenock
5th period
Poem:Falling anf flying
ReplyDeleteby:Jack Gilbert
The poem reflect the sadness situation about loves coming to an end or marriage fails. When a person delude by giving out what they call love or how can a breakup happen when they feel love for each other. When people sometimes don't realize when the love is fading away. When they delude their eyes trying to make something work when is not even a hope.
Bomb Crater Sky by Lam Thi My Da
ReplyDeleteThey say that you, a road builder
Had such love for our country
You rushed out and waved your torch
To call the bombs down on yourself
And save the road for the troops
As my unit passed on that worn road
The bomb crater reminded us of your story
Your grave is radiant with bright-colored stones
Piled high with love for you, a young girl
As I looked in the bomb crater where you died
The rain water became a patch of sky
Our country is kind
Water from the sky washes pain away
Now you lie down deep in the earth
As the sky lay down in that earthen crater
At night your soul sheds light
Like the dazzling stars
Did your soft white skin
Become a bank of white clouds?
By day I pass under a sun-flooded sky
And it is your sky
And that anxious, wakeful disc
Is it the sun, or is it your heart
Lighting my way
As I walk down the long road?
The name of the road is your name
Your death is a young girl's patch of blue sky
My soul is lit by your life
And my friends, who never saw you
Each has a different image of your face
This poem is about somebody that was bombed & died. It is really sad, yet very soothing towards the end. I would use this poem in a funeral memorial pamphlet/funeral program, especially for someone that was killed during war. This poem really touches my heart, because it is like a light in the darkness, giving hope during a sad time.
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ReplyDeleteAaron Reenock
ReplyDelete5th period
African American Literature
Those Winter Sundays pg.652
The meaning of this poem is that the son was tired of his father always being mad and taking his anger out on him because his father was getting worked to death and no one ever thanked him for the hard work he did. I like this poem a lot because it uses really descriptive words like blue black cold and banked fires blaze. I would read this poem out loud because I think it’s really good and really descriptive
I am! by: John Clare
ReplyDeleteI am! yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest—that I loved the best—
Are strange—nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
The meaning of this poem is about a man that's been for forsaken and forgotten by anything and everything. He wants to be in peace where no one has stepped foot on, continue to be with god, and to be unbothered.
My Angel by Trisha Chapman
ReplyDeletewhen i wake in the morning
all what i see
is your face
the warmth of your body
laying next to mine
and the energy
as if
you and i are one
combined
i feel like an
angle is laying next to me
with all his light
just one touch
you feel as if
your whole sould is saved
and when he looks at you
it as if you
cant breath
like you never want to let go
of that one breath
and never breath again
and when he leans to kiss
his lips are like kissing something
that is sacred
im so happy
to call him
my angle
my love
everything that i ever
dreamed of
Obviously this poem is about someone who is in love and talks about how that person in their eyes is an angel. And i think that everyone finds that type of person at least one time in their life.
Success is counted sweetest
ReplyDeleteBy those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition ,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear
I've heard this poem a couple of times before, its very true how when you dont succeed a lot you enjoy it even more when you succeed at doing something.
Graded all Poems Put to Use on Feb. 17, 2010 through Jan 22, 2010 postings.
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