Last week, you shared a poem by your poet aloud in class. This week, your task is to write a poem in your poet's style. You could "imitate" any or all of the following aspects of your poet's style:
- Simply write about a similar subject. If your poet liked to write about trees or growing up or guns, then you should write about the same thing.
- Steal a line from your poet and create an original poem that uses that line.
- Use the same rhyme scheme that your poet uses.
- Use a similar style of capitalization, punctuation, or line breaks.
At the end of your poem, you should explain how it reflects your poet. Good luck!
One baseball, two baseballs, three baseballs, four,
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The pitcher pitches the ball
The ball crosses home plate.
It gets hit by the baseball bat
It flies over first base
Into right field
The outfielders race
Pick up the ball
Throw it to second plate
The second baseman jumps
The throw is too late
The runner sildes into second
Gets up and stays
The second baseman throws it back to the pitcher
The players continue to play
By Chandler P
Oh coach my coach
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players shaking hands
the win we sought is won
Ohcoach my coach
for you this sweat upon my head
for you we are so happy
but there you fallen cold and dead. Harrison
the darkness i am surrounded
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to ahard wooden chair i am bound
i am being chased seventeen hounds
of hell
the above is Ben
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In the wood I came a cross two roads
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I try to look down the second
To see a perhaps better road
Theses two roads the same?
I will never know
What lay down that second road
for I took the first
forgetfulness pain
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the wishing to know
I am sitting at my window
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I notice I feel sick
And I wonder why
I get a large fever
I get rash and runny nose
I lay in bed with a towel
Straight across my head
I go to the doctor
He says "Oh dear oh dear"
and for me to fully digest that coffee
it wouldn't look well in the end
Lines taken from Happiness and What the Doctor Said
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ReplyDeleteThe black car
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the black car
sprayed with wax
next to the white car
Neruda's communist life
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was elected a Communist party senator
went into hiding and he and his wife
was hospitalized with cancer at the time of the Chilean coup d'état led by Augusto Pinochet.
died of heart failure.
I was 12 when i killed him
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I was playing with a hatchet
then my father called us over
we ran to my father
fast as we could
my father had bad news
my friend laughed
and that made me mad
so I pretended to hit him with the hatchet
it slipped out my hand and hit him in the head
it was an accident
8 years later I stand we he stood
remembering that day
This reflects Gregory Orr because a lot of his poems are about tragic things that happened to him
including one where he talks about accidently killing his brother in a hunting accident
Richard
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