Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Poets' Corner
Post one of the poems you've written here. If you'd like, you may want to tell the prompt you used or the inspiration for the poem, but it's not necessary. Read the poems of your peers and respectfully comment on at least one of them. In terms of comments, we're looking for positive feedback (specific lines/parts/techniques that you liked), questions, and constructive suggestions for revision.
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Unrecognizable.
ReplyDeleteShe stares from behind the Looking Glass
Eyes filled with tears,
Cheeks glossy with Them.
You don't know her.
Though you may have once,
Change has led her astray.
Close Your eyes.
Breathe.
Look again.
This time gaze Deeper,
Past the unknown extereior.
Look further within this unknown person;
Find who she Once was.
A dim light appears in the bleakest of Darkness as you delve Deeper.
You see hope.
Hope in the form of a different face.
A little girl.
There she is,
Dancing to nothing but the music that radiates from her heart.
Imagining a world of astounding enchantment and endless possiblilities.
Smiling up with the kind of luminescence that comes only from genuine happiness.
Singing a song she doesn't know the words to.
Laughing as she romps delightfully around with undying joy.
You have found her.
Shing, beautiful, content.
Your true Self.
Bring her back to the surface,
Leave behind the person you have become and enbrace who you Once were.
Let her pull you out of the Murky Waters into which you have fallen
And bring you back to Shore where you Belong.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Glimpse once more.
There You are.
You've found Yourself.
How to Survive...Period!
ReplyDeleteMaintain your distance but not to far
The mood swings will kill you if you're not up to par
Hugs are best but limit them too
To many will get her angry at you
Avoid touching her stomach with all of your might
Accidentally hit it and you may start a fight
Don't talk, always listen and agree all the way
Make sure that "I love you" s all that you say
Ice cream is a cure-all or so I've found out
When you give it to her, she'll be happy no doubt!
Also look for her favorites, candy and such
All these are bonus points, but they don't equal much
Make sure you still hang out with her, or she will get real mad
Good thing it only lasts five days, anymore would be real bad!
Ode to Knowledge:
ReplyDeleteYou come in different levels and intensities
You swamp through every person every day
So subtle and light or so hectic and strained
You come in and make a person so interesting and bright
Outsiders look in so amazed at the light
Some envy the person's abundance of you
While others are too ignorant to see
But to some people you never stop giving
Little by little their insides begin to shrivel
With headaches dominating their night and day
Permanently smearing away the happiness and life
You are a treasure but also a curse
You are knowledge and thought on Earth
Ode to Books
ReplyDeleteLined neatly on the shelf,
a patchwork of covers.
The fibrous pages between my fingers;
not the dismembered corpse of a tree,
but the birth of what imagination conceived.
Footprints of the muse crisp on paper,
ideas woven among the lines;
read the language,
a transport to scene,
the only way to read a mind.
These Eyes Have Seen
ReplyDeleteThese eyes, pure and blue
See him, and her, and even you
They see great delight and even sorrow
They see today, and always tomorrow
These eyes see questions
They see hardships and trouble
These eyes see answers
They see debris and rubble
These eyes go talking
They speak to all
These eyes go walking
Not afraid to bawl
These eyes have winked
These eyes have stared
These eyes have blinked
These eyes have glared
These eyes saw time
And all it held
For when my hallowed clock chimes
All is beheld
Myranda, I love the comparison of the murky water and coming back to the surface that you use. I also liked how you capitalized the important words, really stressing the importance of them. I really like your poem! Great job!!
ReplyDeleteTyler, I love your use of examples in your poem. Especially the third stanza, I thought that was an interesting way to describe your eyes. Then I really enjoyed the suprise at the end where you created a seperate line outside of your structured stanzas. I really loved reading your poem, do you write poetry often?
ReplyDeletePencil
ReplyDeleteDear Pencil,
What a strange utencil,
You're not really doing your best
If you're so great
Then why'd I'd get an eight
Out of one hundred on this past test?
I know the notes,
But what you wrote
Shows you lost interest.
Pencil here's your mission:
Stop your drawing and listen
Put that lead to rest
Or else I'll ditch you
Replace and pitch you
And maybe score well on that test
Summer
ReplyDeletethe sun rises and
by mid day it's hot.
the blue sky sprawls out
without a cloud lingering.
blue waters dance freely as
fish jump from the surface.
buzzing bees bob back to their hives.
trees sway lightly in
the cool cool breeze.
as the sun sets
pastel colors splash across the sky.
blue waters become dark and calm.
fires crackle all around as
minds begin to rest.
a new day is tomorrow
and yet the same things repeat
day after day as summer goes on.
I'm not a poet in the least so I'm using one of my fun ones.:)
ReplyDeleteOde to a Poptart.
Such tasty enjoyment you give to me.
In flavors of smores, chocolate, and strawberry
With what simple packaging you arrive in,
You'd think such taste should be a sin.
So many ways to enjoy this treat,
Plain, frozen, toasted- all are so neat
A life without any poptarts to love,
Is tragic since they come from above.
Elisa- I like your different rhyme scheme for your pencil poem. It's different and adds a sort of rhythmic flow to the poem. You also incorporate funny and cute lines such as 'Then why'd I'd get an eight, Out of one hundred on this past test?' I thought they added a lot to a fun poem, good job! :D
ReplyDeleteWhere I'm From..
ReplyDeleteIm from the first house on the block
the green one with white trim
I am the oak tree out back
Im from the pool filled with both
leaves and memories
Im from the "girls are just as tough"
and "don't ever give up"'s
I am Grandma's fried chicken
and Mom's chocolate cakes
Im from the be nice to your sister,
you will be friends someday
I am Daddy's little princess
I am from the friendship bracelets
from the secrets and laughter
I am the sleepovers with friends
and staying up all night
Im from the scrunchies and ponytails
I am from the Spice Girls
and Backstreet Boys
I am from 100 degree summers
from the overstufted lifejackets
and sunkissed cheeks
I am from the hours of fishing
with sometimes no reward
Im the ocean, the sand, and the sun
Im from walks at sunrise
stepping in Daddy's footprints
Im from hours of practice for various sports
from the grass stains and blisters
I am from the sweat and the blood,
the pain and the reward
I am from the constant travel
from countless trophies and medals
I am from concentration and motivation
from the drive to be the very best
Im from the love of the game
Im from those previous memories
and unforgettable experiences
Its whats made me who I am
and who I will someday become
Tyler- As you very well know, I absolutely love that poem. I like the rhyme scheme and the way you describe all that your eyes have done. It is a very pretty poem.
ReplyDeleteHeart
ReplyDeleteA fragile heart once for the taking
worn atop a satin sleeve,
never prepared for the pain and aching
resulting from your sudden leave.
A heart once satisfied and pure
but suddenly left alone,
abandoned with no strengthed to endure
the path into the future unknown.
A heart now tormentedly split
by a creature so divine,
has made it hard to admit
this fragile hear is mine.
Robin- I love your 'Where I'm From' poem. I especially love your third stanza because I can relate to it. You have a way with words, it was very well written! Good job!
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ReplyDelete@Lauren
ReplyDeleteWow, nice poem. Very descriptive along the pages, and as well as the dismembered part, very grisly.
The unending waves charge the beaten coast
ReplyDeleteOn deck! Outcasts await in their weary most
A lone galley which soon sets a sail
Must endure the waves to no avail
To set forth upon that plank
Most certainly means hardship
But the task they will face
Does not hinder their courage
For they do it for new life
That wait for them thereafter
A life in prosperity with laughter
They endure the voyage long in dread
Twas' America awaits, full speed ahead!
love burning bright, failing never
ReplyDeletesomething new, a bold endeavour
people all afraid to try
wishing, scared, wondering why
something new, a bold endeavour
looking for love, searching forever
wishing, scared, wondering why
are they telling the truth? or is it a lie?
looking for love, searching forever
a heart laying down, broken and severed
are they telling the truth? or is it a lie?
love burning bright, healing takes time
robin:
ReplyDeletei loved your poem. i think i loved it so much because i can relate to it. i loved when you said the overstuffed jackets and sunkissed cheeks because it reminds me of when i was little and used to go out on my uncle's boat. you were very decriptive in your writing and gave me a clear sense of who you are. it was a very nice, well written poem.
Sam, I commend you for using one of your fun ones! I thought it was cute and creative. I also am a big fan of poptarts :)
ReplyDeleteThis Hair is luxurious.
ReplyDeleteIt twists, it bounces,
always full never flat.
It's imposing in its gorgeous glory.
This Hair is fit for a Queen.
It has a mind of its own.
It does what it wants to do.
This Hair is opulent Hair.
This Hair is much adored
by men and women alike.
It's always mimicked but never
fully achieved quite like this Hair.
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ReplyDeleteTemptation
ReplyDeleteIn the day, she follows you hungrily,
her hair a reflection of Gold.
In the day, her fingers latch on to your sleeve,
her lashes so long and so bold.
In the day, she teases, biting her lip,
invites with her Cloudy blue eyes.
In the day, you just can't get over it,
she knows you'll be with her tonight.
In the Night, you know she'll follow you There,
her blue eyes and gold hair are gone,
In the Night, she looks with her cold, dead Stare,
dry hands put a Scarlet Mask on.
Summer
ReplyDeleteThose rolling grassy hills
stained with the sweat of hard work
The pure white
worn over by the incessant beat
Cool Thursday Nights
trodding carefully down the beaten path
The blazing fire
Staring into it to remember my journey
There stands that rock on the hill
where I've sat
looking to the midnight sun
and the sea of stars
It was then
I Prayed.
Poor Disney Princesses
ReplyDeleteDamsel in distress
missing glass slipper
a poisionous apple
and a voice hushed- not even a whisper
What poor beauties
unfortunate servants
Evil always lurks around you
whether its a cruel, malicious step-mother
or a revengeful sea-urchin
Oh mirror mirror that's somewhere on a wall
Can't you see these poor princesses have nothing at all?
Yet somehow the prince strides in with grace
Happily ever after set into place.
Olivia i love your poem cause i know your hair must have inspired it :) Great job with the imagery, and i loved the line "It's imposing in its gorgeous glory".
ReplyDeleteDove
ReplyDeleteThe Song of the Dove
The hopefulness of the future
Everlasting until the falcon arrives.
Upsetting nature-
feeding on the doves.
Even when the falcon comes
The dove stay-
hidden in the leaves
Waiting for Realization
In hopes that she may-
live one day
in a world-without-
evil and disaster.
elizabeth, wow. that is deep. I love the symbolism of the dove and the falcon and I feel like you mean every word of this poem and every line kind of hits you with more and more intensity. It's striking and excellent.
ReplyDeleteHere's a Few Nice Words
ReplyDelete[p.s. best when read in a sarcastic tone:)]
My heart still beats
just not for you
my lungs breath deep
move on, we're through
The days go on
with not an ounce of remorse
The time you've so RUDELY taken from me
has run its course
The cars drive by
like lightning, so fast
you knew it, I knew it
There's no way we'd last
"It's not you it's me!"
That's a lie, sorry, but it's true
since you weren't, I'll be the honest one
It's not me, It's YOU
My heart still beats
just not for you
My lungs still breath
I'M DONE, we're through
Finally, it's here
ReplyDeleteThe smell of fallen rain
The dewdrop-encrusted blades of grass
Each morning, the sun rises sooner, quicker,
Eager to blanket the world with light
I wake to hear chirps from the nearby nest
And see a tiny flicker of bright red as the mother robin flies home to her babies
Each branch is laced with, not leaves, but tiny pink petals
The breeze is no longer frigid, but warm as it whispers--Spring is here
Crisp salty air, bursting my lungs
ReplyDeleteSeagulls overhead crying their songs
Waves, CRASHING, on the rocks
Sending the seawater spray all over the rocks
Sand hugging my cold, bare toes
Wind gently teasing my hair and tickling my nose
Clouds hiding the bare white sun
Making the day dreary and unfun
A sea of grey with little color
Its as if the whole place lost its wonder
My feet have gone far
ReplyDeleteMy feet have ran ten miles
My feet have shown their true beauty
My feet have gone places where many cannot
My feet will break records
My feet will run forever
My feet will be famous
You press the send button,
ReplyDeleteThe screen goes blank,
Another text to send to the bank.
Your friend will respond,
And you’ll continue to chat,
While the teacher goes “Yack, Yack, Yack”.
You think that what you’re learning about isn’t that great,
Only to find you will be F grade bait.
It will sneak up and find you,
When you aren’t paying attention,
And you’ll soon be wishing for a grade extension.
You weren’t listening to what the teacher said,
And the news of a test went right over your head.
You could have just turned it off and put it away,
But now that you didn’t,
Your stuck in school on a great summer day.
Where I'm From...
ReplyDeleteI am from the dirt road
where the grit embedded itself in my knee
I am from the bewitching hour,
sleepovers that ended with the sugar
I am from the Devil's Night fun
and the All Saints Day lecture
I am from the garden tool scratching my eye
the "do you think the insurance will cover this?"
I hail from the fish hook in dad's shoulder
and the "your father is not good with blood"
I am from the chicken stuck in my throat
the joking "you messed up Father's day"
I am from grandma Sue, who cooks like a pro
I am from grandma Bolster...who boils cucumbers
A dog loving household
A four-wheeler flipping family
the running Rachel, inside joke Elyse, quirky sami, spill my soul Felicia, sailor talk Cathy, and intelligent Ruthie
have all given me my pieces and rooted me
the European mutt that I am
has roots that never end
and branches that are only budding
Chandler: that is a very clever poem. It made me laugh because it is so true. Your rhymes flow together very nicely, but I would hope no one in Honors would be in summer school!
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ReplyDeleteI’m from tiny fingers caught in the highchair,
ReplyDeleteAnd “Do you always have to learn the hard way?”
I’m from summertime lemonade stands with the neighbors,
And from Mommy’s pink promises.
I’m from twirling around on the old blue carpet−
Standing tip-toed on Daddy’s shoes.
I am from the wooden swing set he and Grandpa built,
And under doggies on Sunday nights.
I’m from watching Mommy color-code the laundry,
And from cleaning up my sister’s messes.
I’m from Daddy’s bear hugs at the airport when he to leave for work,
And from the happy tears we cried the day he came home.
I am from best friends since kindergarten,
And sketching pictures with sparklers on the Fourth of July.
I am from my grandma’s loyalty to our family−
From her courageousness to raise my cousins on her own.
I’m from a family tree bound together by the twisted helix of life.
Still maturing into something stronger−
These moments are my life.
Olivia! I loved your poem about your hair very much! Your lines "It's always mimicked but never
ReplyDeletefully achieved quite like this Hair." are completely true. I liked how you chose to write about your hair, it really is one of the many outstanding parts of your personality!
Where I am from,
ReplyDeletewhy my heart beats like a drum...
what songs we had sung...
Oh, where am I from?
I am from the endless mess of my room
the dread of the coming bedtime to loom
I am from dreams of life's doom
and the seed of an impossible monsoon
Where I am from,
was so long ago
where the emotions are now numb
once fast now slow
I am from what is here
Sweet and new
I am from my mistakes
my triumphs, my flaws
I am from my heart,
my mind, my draw
I am from me
and my hearts determined pawl
I am from the start
where this past is hidden by a wall
Childhood is Calling
ReplyDeleteStanding in an old playground I once knew
I see a young girl flitting through
She dances and sings with a careless air,
Soaking in the sun and the Earth
She skips from monkey bars to jungle gyms, Living as free as a newly released prisoner
Her voice a sweet melody
And her eyes are portals to innocence
As I stand there and bask in her rays
I wish so much to go back in time
Bashed, Battered, Bruised,
ReplyDeletemy heart is more than used.
But you and only you,
could break this heart in two.
I was flying so high, and now you have dragged me so low.
You came at me so swiftly, and now I am forced to let go.
I feel almost betrayed, you had just snuck up on me.
Like Brutus did to Caesar; you stabbed me 1…2…3…
And now I must mend what is left of my poor broken heart.
You shattered it to pieces and I don’t know where to start.
And as the sun begins to rise on the cusp of a brand new day,
Alarm Clock; you have stabbed me and I hope I break you today.
Thank goodness I just remembered to post this!! :)
ReplyDeleteBroken beauty, damaged heart.
Bent inside, empty hearth
Eyes too young, growing old
Time to fall, time to bold.
New light shine, old rays gone
Fastened heart, start to calm
Second chances, bring me sight.
Spread my wings, take this flight.
JENNY SPADER!
ReplyDeleteI remember when you read that poem in class and I LOVED it. I love the angry tone throughout and the emphasis you have on certain words. I also liked how you took the first stanza and repeated it for the last stanza but altered a few words. Great job! :)
My hair
ReplyDeleteMy hair is me
it sometimes shines
golden, bouncy, full of life
My hair is me
It can be unpredictable
frizzy, silly, unruly
My hair is me
eventually fading,
knotting, tangling,
trying to break free
My hair is me
consistently
To look inside a crystal ball
ReplyDeleteand only see the past.
To follow your dreams desire
just to realize they never last.
To wake up one day
and wonder where your life went.
To look inside your crooked mirror
just to see that dent.
To remember that face of dissapointment
you never will forget,
this is what i believe
is the emotion of regret.
To see the scars of yesterday
block the days of tomorrow.
To cry those tears
that hold your fears and sorrows.
To realize you're a fake, a fraud, a loner
who will never win.
To hope and pray with all your might
you wont pass it to your kin.
This is what i cant forget,
that feeling of REGRET
Fairy Tales in Modern Day
ReplyDeleteIf fairy tales were in modern day,
things would definitely go a different way.
A feminist at heart! Cinderella would claim
No more glass slippers or a Prince who sought fame.
The Seven dwarves would be swimming in money
Billionaires they would be, the diamond business in cunning.
Rumplestiltskin would no longer be stealing small children,
he finds himself lonely sitting in prison.
Prince Charming the Great got lazy after school
he now drives a cab, on the roads he now rules.
The wicked stepmother, so vile and mean
Now works as a senator, a politician she’ll be
If fairy tales were modern, how different they’d be
Their magic lives don’t suit them in reality.
Mustang's Bridle
ReplyDeleteTwisted snakes
around my face.
Tight and cumbersome.
Snug and lumbersome.
I was found,
my freedom bound.
Forced and tied,
left to bide.
Tug and tear
as a lumbering bear
draws evernear
and I feel fear,
A pending attack
upon my back.
Up it's thrown.
Ears hear a drone.
Bottled up rage.
Pent up in a cage.
Buck and bolt.
Energy like a colt.
Rip and tear-
freedom's there.
Gone from my back
dead cow's atack.
Now for my face,
hooves must I brace,
catch on this broken tree-
one good tug and I'll be free.
Now on my face-
Freedom's embrace.
Ode to the Jersey:
ReplyDeletePurple, Gold, and White
the colors of my favorite team
Peterson, #28
the name and number of my favorite player
Worn on every gameday
stained with the tears of a loss
taken off and waved around in the joy of a win
when the Vikings play
I wear my jersey
Questions
ReplyDeleteIf a tree falls in the forest,
Does it make a sound?
When a dog helps a hunter,
Does it become a hound?
If the truth is too hard to speak,
Is it alright to lie?
Everytime an infant is born,
Does someone, somewhere die?
Is it okay to kill,
If your cause is right?
Does a religion seeking dominance,
Have the right to fight?
Does a sunny sky always succeed,
Over a dark and stormy gail?
Is it okay for gluttonous eating,
When of starvation so many ail?
Why do all these questions plague my mind,
When the answer is so clear?
Chelsea,
ReplyDeleteThat was one of the more funny things I have read in quite some time! You do a very good job of painting a mental picture for the reader, and as well you use a lot of good adjectives. The only one thing I would change would be the first stanza of your poem. I only wished it would make more of a grab of interest for the reader. In the end though I think that you wrote a great poem!
Evan, your poem was very interesting and I really enjoyed reading it. I think it was great how you had both age-old questions and others that had a bit of modern controversy. And I'll say that they were definitely great questions to be posed; they're the sort of questions that people really should consider from time to time.
ReplyDeleteThe only thought that occurred to me was how it would have been a nice effect to have the questions in order of increasing depth: starting with the most basic and common thought, and ending with the one that is the most intense. It would really pull the reader along.
Ode to my camera
ReplyDeleteCapturing infinite memories
Making time stand still
Freezing the history of my life
Each moment immortalized on paper
The shutter slowly snaps shut
The scenery and people captured
Memories will slowly fade
But photographs live on
In 60 years, the pieces of paper
Which contain all held dear in the past
Will be pulled out of boxes, yellowed and old
To revisit memories long forgotten
Photographs are you own personal history book
Good and bad times recorded
Family and friends live on long after goodbye
Memories that you can touch and keep forever
For miles along his weathered face lay the burning.
ReplyDeletethe broken, torn, shattered souls of self oppression.
His green holdings in full flavor and abundant:
poisoned by candies and luxury
We all, who were there, spoke with him at least once
We all felt we were closer to him than the others
We all thought we were the ones saving him.
His strangler was unhindered by our own opinions.
Gleaming metal and cold glass sprout from his surface.
Spindly arms and hot, flat panes meant to save him
were taken from him for his own best interest
For our interest.
For our mistakes we paid.
I'll live with his death for all eternity.
Sam-
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me smile :) I mean, who doesn't love poptarts? "You'd think such taste should be a sin." I am in much agreement. You stuck to you're AB rhyme scheme very well and i thought overall the poem was well executed.
My cat, my dear and furry friend
ReplyDeletesleeps laying in the sun.
Oh cat, how sleek and graceful,
with wit as quick as a gun.
Selfless is your heart,
and happiness you seek.
I can honestly say, my feline friend,
you are nature's finest work of art.
I love the comfort you bring me,
your warmth against my shoulder.
The sleeping sighs, those big green eyes,
blessed I am to be your friend,
and have you by my side.
Danielle -- I liked your poem!! It was very descriptive, you used lots of imagery :) I could imagine the dewdrops and the kind of fresh feeling of Spring. I like how you mention waking to the chirps of the birds, because waking up in the morning to a new day parallels the fresh new feeling of Spring.
ReplyDeleteEuphoria
ReplyDeleteMoonshine rains
Beneath a scarlet sky.
Clouds dance, serene
Breathless in the embrace of the wind.
A tingle permeates through my being
Eyes sparkle like stars in bloom
Fireflies nip at fingers
With a feeling I wish could linger.
@ Laura
ReplyDeletei think that that poem about your feet is very interesting. i think that it is a great ambition of you to become a famous runner. i like how at the end you described how these feet will be famous. it was very good.
Jordan Horn, I really liked your poem, it was very fun to read. I didn't know that you liked to take pictures.
ReplyDeleteJordan, I really loved your poem! You could tell how passionate you are about taking pictures from the first line when you said "capturing infinite memories." I loved the line "Each moment mortalized on paper" as well. Well done! (:
ReplyDeleteSam! I love it how you do an ode to a poptart. It made me laugh and you can never go wrong with a poem about food! :P
ReplyDeleteMyranda, i love your poem. You did a beautiful job of describing how we lose ourselves as we grow older and the world has more and more influences on us, and how we all need to get back to that five year old inside of us who is so sure of who they are. I love the imagery you used. It jumped off the page and made me really feel the poem, not just read it. Awesome job!!
ReplyDeleteEvan I really like your poem! It uses simple questions that we all think about in a simple format that flows. It's nice and easy, yet deep at the same time. A good combination for almost everything.
ReplyDeleteSalma...i really love you poem about knowledge.
ReplyDeleteyou really capture it with great imagery. I can sympathize with your poem which allows me to enjoy it even more. Your use of figurative language is used very well to set the tone, which is both of envy and regret.
Jenny-
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem. It really shows how the speaker feels about the person. I love the fact that it is honest feelings about the person and showing the negative facts. Great job!
Greg, I enjoyed reading your poem "Euphoria". Your imagery really captures the moment. I especially liked your fireflies nip at fingers.
ReplyDeleteAllison, i enjoyed reading your peom. I like the imagery and the end rhyme scheme that you used. I'm not really sure what a mustang's bridle is but I thought it was an excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteChelsea Fluharty- Love the modern fairy tale poem, the way you use irony to humorously write your take on fairy tale is totally awesome. I would love to see a feminist Cinderella, I'm sure that the story line would be very interesting! LOVE the poem.
ReplyDeleteJessica!
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem about your cat. I liked how when I read your poem, I could feel the warmth you were talking about, and picture those green eyes. I think it is a very nice poem.
Lauren H.
ReplyDeleteI really liked your poem about books! I loved how you put "the only way to read a mind." I think that's very true!
Allison,
ReplyDeleteI love your poem "Mustang's Bridle." The imagery is beautiful in the ways that you describe the Mustang battling to be free when taken into captivity. The rhyme is also awesome and adds a nice touch to the meaning of the poem.