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Page 1: My Poetry Journey

My Poetry Journey

By Sophia

1Thursday, April 26, 2012

Page 2: My Poetry Journey

Table of Contents

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Page 1: Topic

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Feeling of poetry

Page 4: Poetry “ The tiger”

Page 5: Reflection of “The tiger”

Page 6: Poem writing “ Carrots”

Page 7: Poem writing- So much depends upon

Page 8: Poetry “Stopping by woods on snowy evening”

Page 9: Reflection of “Stopping by woods on snowy evening”

Page 10: Picture description of “Stopping by woods on snowy evening”

Page 11: Poetry “Dog”

Page 12: Picture description of “Dog”

Page 13: Poem writing “ The superman”

Page 14: Poem writing “Love that novel”

Page 15: Words for “street music” making

Page 16: Poetry “ Street Music”

Page 17: Reflection of “Love that dog”

Page 18: Reflection of “Love that dog”

Page 19: Poem writing “My turtle”

Page 20: Haiku Making 1

Page 21: Haiku Making 2

Page 22: Haiku Making 3

Page 23: Limerick Making

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My feelings about poetry

Poetry is hard for me

Poetry can also be sing as a song

Poetry is one of a powerful way to show emotion

Poetry is hard because there’re lots of word that I’ve never heard of

I’ve been doing poetry unit in my old school, and I failed my english last year

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By William Blake1757 - 1827

THE TIGERTIGER, tiger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what artCould twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did He smile His work to see?Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eyeDare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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<THE TIGER>

After reading the poem <the tiger>, I can’t understand most of the words that the author use and choose. After the teacher explain what the poem means, I found out that this author is so amazing, there’re lots of rhymes and the end matches the start. Those words are so powerful, that makes people could easy picture the tiger just by reading this poem.

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Carrotscarrots, carrots you’re so rare

orange, long, with cool green hair

what thing on earth is better?

there is definitely no other

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Depends Uponso much depends

upon

a young poor

beggar

with tears dropping

down

standing front of

fire

so much depends

upon

a dark silence

library

with soul’s of

writers

buried by ages,

times

so much depends

upon

a smiling white

angel

in a red

dress

staring u in

dark

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Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening ~by Robert Frost 1923

Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

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How to I think about the poem~ Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening

I think it’s a person walked for a long time, and is

stopping by some woods on a snowy winter day.

The person might fall in love of the silence of the

wood.Thinking of staying longer. Th person must

love the wood very much because the person

premised to keep it. Thinking of resting, the

person still has to travel a long distance.

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Picture Description

I chose this picture first of all because it’s snowy. A thing that I like in this picture is the wood just makes me feel comfortable and just like the person in the poem’s feeling about the wood. Silence, lovely, dark and deep. In the poem, the author mentioned a frozen lake, in this picture there’s also a river under the bridge. In this picture it’s pretty dark as the author said “the darkest evening of the year” but it’s all fill with snow so it may look lighter than it should be. When I first saw this picture just like the person in the poem feel in love with this wood.

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DogUnder a maple treeThe dog lies down,

Lolls his limpTongue, yawns,

Rests his long chinCarefully between

Front paws,Looks up, alert;

Chops, with heavyJaws, at a slow fly,

Blinks, rollsOn his side,

Sighs, closesHis eyes: sleeps

All afternoonIn his loose skin.

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Picture Description

I chose this picture first of all because this dog just looks lazy and sleepy. And its action just like how the poem describe it. The thing that I like the most in this picture is it’s loos skin and its lazy face.

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My poem- The superman

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Superman in the sky

Arms ,straight

Flying there up high

His name was Louis

He gave me a carrot cookie

Orange, yummy

He gave me a look

Winks, smiles

And then he bumped into a tree

In this sunny afternoon

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Love that novel

I love that novel,

like an angel loves to smile

I said I love that novel

like angel loves to smile

Love to open it in the midnight

love to whisper to it

“Let’s read, awhile!”

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Street Music1. ROOOMMMMM2. BRUUUUMMMM3. BEEEEEEEEEEEE4. BIIII5. SHEWWSHHHH6. DING DING7. BBOOOOOOMM8. ZOOOOMMM 9. Dry road10. Fast cars11. Traffic lights12. Rolling wheels13. Stop the traffic, let them through14. Slow cars15. Bicycle16. Motorcycle17. Big trucks

18. Big Red Bus19. Bid noises20. Dry banana21. Hooon long long22. BEEP BEEP BEEP23. BLAAAA BLAAAA24. Big music in the trucks25. Slowing down26. Dusty27. Hurry28. Windy29. Sunny30. Hot31. Sand, mud, rock, noise32. tick tick tick

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Street MusicA hot sunny dusty day

On a dusty muddy street “Buuuumm” With hundreds and thousands of moving machinesCars, trucks, motorcycles and bicycles “Ding Ding”

Slow, fast, angry and hurryI said it was a hot sunny dusty dayOn a dirty sandy street “babaaaaa”

With hundreds and thousands of moving machines“Zoom zoom……” one said

“Bii biiii biii” other said“Hon Long Long” the big red bus said

And a dry banana lying in the middle of the street “SHWISHHH” I said it was a hot sunny dusty dayOn a noisy crazy street “Bruuum”

With a girl searching for the one and the only, youA police stood there like a statue

The girl just wanted to whoop“Can’t they just stop the traffic and that me through?”

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8 ONOMATOPOEIAS

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What impact did it have on you whilst?

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I really like this book because it change the feeling that I felt about poetry. And when I read this book I felt like going to the pass, because this book is written in a way like a little kid, it’s not hard to understand and it just make me sad when I heard about his dog, it’s easy to read and also really deep to my heart.

When did it begin to get your attention?

It started to get my attention when I read his first poem. It’s so short and so it get my attention. If it a long long and hard poem it’ll probably lose my interest. And it’s easy to understand, and it’s all different from the poems that I read before.

Love That Dog

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How did you feel about the main character?I really like his poems, it’s short and clear but deep. Short poems usually get my attentions. I feel sad about his dog because I also have a dog.

How effective was the layout of the book?I think it’s a really fun way to put poems like that. Mostly the poems that I read in books their layout were all in a boring way and same way. It’s very attractive.

Was it good idea to read sections of the book after being exposed to the poems?

Yes, I think it’s a good idea because he said he doesn’t understand those poems that we just read in class, and I totally agree.

How did that strategy help you in getting interested in the book?

It helps me to understand what the book is talking about. And it’s interesting to hear the opinion that the others think about the poem.

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It was a sunny dayI put my turtleUnder the sun on the BalconyInstead of Keeping him under The air conWho know How smart he isJust for the time I left him alone to get Some waterHe climbed out of the Box Stand on the top of the StoneI hope he knows We live on the Fourth floorAnd there’s a Dog down thereAnd I also hope he knowsHow much I Love him

But who knowsHe will jump down FromThereAnd who knowsHe almost deadBut thenMy dogHarryFound a new toyThe next thingI didAfter I came backWasRacing down stairTo find himIt was a sunny dayIt also was the dayI lost my turtleItDisappearedOn that dayAnd never come backEver

My turtle

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Haiku

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big orange pumpkinshiny under the sun shine

waiting to be cut

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Haikusunny, lovely day

standing beside a great view

thinking of the ash

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Haiku

last sun rise of tripwe still not ready to leave

this marvelous dream

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Limerick

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There was a boy sitting in the bar

Planning one day to be a rock star

He ordered pink milk

And then he started to bilk

Running on the road and hit by a car

Once upon the time there was a bullfrog

Trying to jump into the scary fog

It wanted to be free

It met the dog of chloe

Then it’s been swallowed by the bad dog

Poor Sophie sat quietly blinking

These poems have got me to thinking

I can’t find a word

That isn’t absurd

My tries at poems are stinking ~ By Mr. Bruce

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