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"Here is a building, I have built it for you. The bricks are butter yellow. Every window shines. And at each an orange cat is curled, lulled by the summer sun. The door invites you in. The mat is war. Inside there is a chair so soft and blue, the pillows look like sky. In all the world, no one but you, may sit in that cloud chair. I'll sit near by." - Karla Kuskin.
I really enjoy this poem because it is a very happy poem. There is no specific rhyming pattern. It is a very fun and free poem that makes me feel like smiling. It is also very simple. It is about someone who built a house for someone else and how everything is set especially for them. It is also very descriptive but it does not use too big of words. It is also very simple. It sends a deep meaning without using overly sophisticated words.
Spaghetti:
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,
Up to my elbows—up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I’m terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they’re all buried).
I told them, “Bring presents.” I said, “Throw confetti.”
I guess they heard wrong
‘Cause they all threw spaghetti!
-Shel Silverstein
I like this poem because it is fun and different. I also like it because I really love spaghetti! No other poems are really like this one... because most are about death or about sorrows, barely any are about spaghetti!
Messy Room:
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar! -Shel Silverstein
I like this poem because I remember reading it when I was younger. I also like it because it paints a good picture in your mind of what the room looks like and how messy it really is. Silverstein’s poem uses great adjectives and verbs that help describe the room even more. This poem also has a flow to it which makes it easy to understand. It is comical as well which makes it fun and enjoyable to read.
"You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire "
Even though this is another song . not exactly textbook "poetry" because it is in a song form i still like beacuse of the ways it uses vivid imagery and similies. well actually more like ironic sort of similies "our love will become a funeral pyre" . this kinda used two opposites to explain one thing. i also like how it kind of uses fire as a metaphore for many things.
--mike d
Henestly, this is the most memorable poem iv'e ever read (actually, I heard it first):
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, "Let us flee,"
Said the flea, "Let us fly,"
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
(It's a witty limerick)
"Jimmy saw the biggest puddle
he'd go jumping though
Turns out it was the smallest lake
And the deepest too."
This was a poem That I read when I was just a wee little laddy and I thought it was so funny I remembered it till this day foreward.
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