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The poem i like best, is called Green Eggs and Ham. this poem was written by the famous Dr. Seuss. i like the simplicity of this poem. It is made more for younger kids, but can still be applied to a lot of people today. i also like how there are two voices in the poem, one being sam, and the the other voice is a mystery. That brigs me to my next point, i like the poem because you dont know who is talk, or what inspired these words. this way, you are left with an unfinished feeling, and can choose yourself what is happening.
I like a lot of poems, because they are all so beautiful. They always make me feel peaceful and relaxed. The one poem I like best is "Into The Woods" by Robert Frost. In this poem the main character is riding on his horse through the woods. There is nothing there to disturb him, and he has time just to enjpy nature. The poem is during the winter, and the descriptions that there are about the snowflakes and the trees is beautiful.
Robert Frost always knows how to write a good poem. He writes about what he likes and others like as well. He is my favorite poet, and I love to read his works. Especially since I am always busy and I can never stop to just relax and have a good time. So Frost's poems are the perfect way to settle yourself and feel relaxed if you have no other time.
I read a robert frost poem called once by the pacific.
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
It is such a beautiful peom, since you can imagine the beauty of the waves crashing on the shore, and the wispy clouds, "like locks blown foward in the gleam of eyes", and the wind blowing all around. But Frost also talks about the destruction that the waves have on the shore, and you realize that he is referring to the incoming storm that will batter the land. But yet, even though we know that there will be great destruction unleashed, the ocean will still have a certain beauty and grace that it will always uphold.
A collection of poems that I really enjoy reading is a book called "What My Mother Doesn't Know" by Sonya Sones. This is a story written through poems. What I really love about these poems they embody a relate able characteristic that I cannot find in many poems. To be honest, I don't necessarily enjoy reading most poetry. But, when reading Sones poems, they seem more like a story and don't necessarily contain that mysterious and almost confusing quality.
Sones' poems also have a tone of voice that I find very appealing. It is written in the perspective of a teenager, which again makes the characters believable and relate able. There is often times humor found in her poems. Personally, the collection of poetry seems more like an actual novel than poems. The story is very enjoyable and the main character, Sophie, is a lovable person. She seems to be portraying Sophie's inner feelings without being to deep and unclear.
As well as Ben, one of my favorite poems comes from Dr. Seuss. It is called The Butter Battle. This poem talks about a group of people called the Yooks, and another group called the Zooks. These people dislike eachother because the Yooks put their butter on top of their toast, and the Zooks put their butter on the bottom. Each side tries to hit the other with a slingshot of goo or a gun of goo or a plane or bomb of goo. This poem not only rhymes alot and seems childish, but it also has a message that all adults can understand. It is an allegory for the Cold War. During the Cold War each side was fighting over their ideas and thoughts. And each side was threatening the other to use more advanced weapons, but in the end no one used any weapons. This same ending happens in The Butter Battle. This poem is one of my favorites because while it entertains you, it also has a deeper meaning.
Two poems I like are by the same author. 'Oysters' by Seamus Heaney is one personal preference of mine. Oysters I find particularly interesting because of its diction and imagery. Particularly when it tells of Orion dipping his foot in the water. It is never directly told, but the imagery clearly implies the inference that the poem is told by a sailor that is looking out onto the sea eating oysters he most likely caught. The way Heaney's vocabulary puts together what the speaker looks at out across the water must not be taken literally, rather, it must be ingested in with an open and less rational mind. It's obvious that the constellation is not actually putting its foot in the water, more so, that it appears like such with the naked eye as the speaker is looking out. The imagery of 'Oysters' I find profound and gripping.
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 marked 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.
This is my favorite poem because of the end. I've heard it everywhere but I never realized it was Robert Frost until Thursday in class while I was researching him. I love the end the best because it is something you can relate to your own life and how you act to situations. You can do something that most people don't, making a difference, or you could more easily just follow the crowd.
One poem I really enjoyed reading by Robert Frost is called, Nothing Gold Can Stay. :
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I like this poem because to me it has a very big meaning. It means that no matter who you are, and what you do in life, nothing good lasts forever. You may have moments of happiness, but you will not be that happy forever about the same thing. Also, it means that nobody is perfect and no matter what you do, everyone has many different emotions in life. No one is ever just happy, that's just the way it is. Make the best of things because if you don't, you're just missing out on a few moments of happiness you will never get back. Even if things don't always go your way, make the best of it. This poem has a hidden sense of meaning and you have to really read it to understand.
A poem that I like is No Difference by Shel Silverstein.
Small as a peanut,
Big as a giant,
We're all the same size
When we turn off the light.
Rich as a sultan,
Poor as a mite,
We're all worth the same
When we turn off the light.
Red, black, or orange,
Yellow or white,
We all look the same
When we turn off the light.
So maybe the way
To make everything right
Is for God to just reach out
And turn off the light!
I like this poem because it is about viewing everyone in an equal way. It makes you realize that everyone is the same but we always judge a book by its cover which we really should not do. We are all the same and we should all be treated equally. No matter what our religious views are and no matter what we look like we should all be accepted. Also, it makes you realize that no matter how much money you have you should not be treated differently. I like this poem because it has a nice rhythm to it without every word rhyming. Silverstein also used repetition for effect with the last sentence after the first 3 paragraphs which makes the poem flow nicely.
One of my favorite poems is called "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein. I like this poem because it talks about how you can get away from your problems. In this poem, Silverstein is talking about a place, where even as an adult, you can go to and be happy. I like how positive the poem is, and how it shows that there is a kid in everyone.
One poem that I came across recently that I really like was called "To See the Summer Sky" by Emily Dickinson:
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --
This poem has a lot to do with the other post about how to define poetry. What I really like about this poem is that she says when looking at the summer sky you see something that in itself is poetry in the way that it is pure beauty. You will never find a true summer sky in a book, but this kind of poetry can only be experienced. I agree with her because there are so many times I have been somewhere and felt like I was experiencing poetry.
I poem I like is called 'Written in Early Spring" by William Wordsworth.
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure -
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?
I like this poem because it simply makes sense. Wordsworth is saying that if animals and plants can get along and enjoy life, then why can't man? Also, the recurring line "what man has made of man" bears a strong point. We have all we need, and more, but as a race, humans are always looking for the latest and greatest thing. And tensions can easily flare up and create arguements, the biggest of which turning into wars. Even though Wordsworth was a 19th century writer, his poem have a modern aspect that everyone can appreciate.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Emily Dickinson
I love this poem by Emily Dickinson. The message she is trying to get across is hidden in vivid language. I also love that the poem is modest. She is not trying to beat anyone, but simply informing them on her view. Another thing that makes me like the poem is that it ends on a happy note and not a depressing one. The reader is left with a positive feeling.
One of my favorite poems is Remember by Christina Rossetti. She is basically expressing the fact that she is leaving and she does not want people to forget her. Rossetti wants people to show that they care about her if she died or left. This has significant meaning because she seems to want people to notice her and she wants to make an impression on everybody's life.
I liked this poem because i can relate to the meaning of it. In life, i want to make a positive impression on everyone i meet, and i want to mean something in everybody's life. When I leave or die, i want to know that people care about me. This poem means a lot when Rossetti says she wants people to care about me and think positively about me.
Rossetti seems to think that as she passes on, she wants people to think of her life as accomplished and meaningful. Everyone wants this feeling when they "leave" and pass on. I think every person on this plant has a meaning and when they pass away, someone will always care.
I really like the poem "If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda. The reason I like this poem so much is because Pablo Neruda writes with such passion and love, that it makes you feel like your the one in the poem. And I feel like he is speaking of how there are so many people out there who want that one person in their lives that will always make them happy and be there for them. So when they get that person they just want to hold on to them for as long as they can.
However, to me, he is saying that if that person is going to do something to you, you're going to do it back.
An example of this is just how he says it in the poem. If you are going to let me go, I will let you go as well. But then in the end he says, if you love me ], then I will love you more because my love feeds on your love.
And I love this because it just makes you relate to the one person that you truly love and it makes you feel better in a way. Although I don't have that, I feel like it could just make anyone relate to it.
I like the poem "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
I like this poem because it shows how well a setting can be described in a few short lines. It also shows how vastly a person can describe something lying in the sand by a few well placed words. Percy Bysshe Shelley is incredible a creating a world from as little as sand, stone, ink, and paper, and this poem is a great example of that.
I like the poem "On the Far Side of Failure" by David Wolfe. This poem is extremely creative. It rhymes and is fairly shot but I find it inspiring. It takes very few words in a poem to have an affect on someone. My favorite lines are the last few, "even surpassing the road traveled less, lies the hidden valley of massive success." This poem is about all of the obsicles that will get in your way on the road to success. When readin the entire thing is almost sounds like directions to somewhere. I think the way it was written was very creative. I've pasted it below if anyone wants to read it:
The Far Side of Failure
On the far side of failure,
Beyond the path of rejection
Far past the ghosts
Of doubt and dejection.
Just a bit farther
Than life's toughest question.
Over the stream running,
After each lost election.
Farther along
Than the extra mile.
Floating further
Than the lonely isle.
Beyond the sign:
"The buck stops here."
Over pools reflecting -
The faces of fear.
Over chasms deep
Where things seem worst,
Through hardened deserts,
Overcome by thirst.
Even surpassing
The road traveled less
Lies the hidden valley
Of massive success.
One of my favorite poems is by Robert Frost. A lot of my classmates also have him as the author of their favorite poem. It must be because his writing is so powerful that people hold it close to their hearts.
The poem is called "Fire and Ice" and I found it when I first read the Twilight book long ago. It wasn't the connection to the book that made it stick with me though. I loved the poem because it was bluntly true. It made me think of what destroys us and I spent a full week after discovering it really thinking it over. Here it is:
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.
Cloony The Clown by Shel Silverstein
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,
He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.
He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
And every time he did a trick,
Everyone felt a little sick.
And every time he told a joke,
Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.
And every time he lost a shoe,
Everyone looked awfully blue.
And every time he stood on his head,
Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"
And every time he made a leap,
Everybody fell asleep.
And every time he ate his tie,
Everyone began to cry.
And Cloony could not make any money
Simply because he was not funny.
One day he said, "I'll tell this town
How it feels to be an unfunny clown."
And he told them all why he looked so sad,
And he told them all why he felt so bad.
He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,
He told of Darkness in his soul,
And after he finished his tale of woe,
Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
They laughed until they shook the trees
With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees."
They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks,
They laughed all day, they laughed all week,
They laughed until they had a fit,
They laughed until their jackets split.
The laughter spread for miles around
To every city, every town,
Over mountains, 'cross the sea,
From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee.
And soon the whole world rang with laughter,
Lasting till forever after,
While Cloony stood in the circus tent,
With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.
And he said,"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT -
I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT."
And while the world laughed outside.
Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
This is one of my favorite poems by Shel Silverstein. The poem is filled with irony and humor. A clown that isn't funny when he tries to be, but is when he tries to be serious. The topic itself is ironic. That is one thing I like about it. Also I feel that it shows how the world can be a cruel place.
The poem that I enjoyed was “Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep A Gun In The House” by Billy Collins. I thought this poem was funny, clever, and very realistic. I hate when my dog doesn’t stop barking and this poem expresses part of my feelings.. At the beginning the author already starts talking about how much he hates the neighbor’s dog and it is as if the neighbors “turn on” the dog when they leave. The author uses imagery by having the dog be part of the orchestra as Beethoven’s symphony is playing. It gave me a visual of how annoyed he must be when he can hear the dog as part of the music. Not only did the author imagine the dog as part of the orchestra but he also imagined him following the music as if Beethoven meant for there to be a dog in song. He gets so angry at the dog that he makes me get angry at the dog for barking so much. I can hear the dog barking and barking and not stopping. I liked the way that this poem had humor in it and it wasn’t “pretty” it was like an actual story that kept me following.
A poem I like is "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein. I like it because it channels the phrase "The grass is always greener on the other side". It is very symbolic of the perfect haven and in the line a "place where the smoke blows black / And the dark street winds and bends" it is telling the reader to free themselves of their materialistic views; To free themselves of pollution and everything bad in the world, and to go to this perfect haven where "the grass grows soft and white/ And there the sun burns crimson bright/ And there the moon-bird rests from his flight/ To cool in the peppermint wind."
My favorite poem is called "Jazz Fantasia" by Carl Sandburg. I really like this poem because it is very simple but yet uses a lot of imagery. Jazz Fantasia is about a man viewing a live performance of a Jazz band. In order to portray the band the poet uses a lot of literary devices such as metaphors and similes. With these devices he makes the poem come to live, so that when I read it actually feels like I'm seeing a live jazz performance. Out of all the lines in this poem my favorites are:
"Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops,
moan soft like you wanted somebody terrible, cry like a
racing car slipping away from a motorcycle cop, bang-bang!
you jazzmen, bang altogether drums, traps, banjoes, horns,
tin cans — make two people fight on the top of a stairway
and scratch each other's eyes in a clinch tumbling down
the stairs."
These lines really bring the poem to live, and demonstrate the true nature of jazz music. Jazz is very spontaneous and it is made up of sadness and violent tunes. The lines such as "Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops" help show its sadness. While, "two people fight on the top of a stairway" shows its intensive nature.
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