Poem
of the Forth ERA
the Dragon
is above it all,
It resembles
the Terror of Alynhall.
the Sword
and the Spear
All Men
will shed a Tear.
the Lightning
and the Shield,
All Men will have a
Weapon to Wield
All waiting for the
King to Yield.
Reflection
I
was writing a play for the drama exit project. This poem is kinda like what
people would sing/write in that time. The play was pretty much on my mind, so
why not make a poem out of it.
The
Battlefield
In the Battlefield,
Explosions rang.
Guns would make one sound,
Bang!
In the middle,
There was Smoke.
The people who Breathed it,
Would only Choke.
In the distance,
There was a Striker.
He is the Man…
Who held the Sniper.
In the battle,
He played a role.
He knew it,
In his Soul.
He would pull the
Trigger,
When the Captain would Nod.
And the Bullet,
Would Strike like the Fury of a God.
Reflection
Before I wrote the
poem, I had just finished watching “American Sniper.” It was a great movie
indeed, but after watching it, I could not get it out of my mind. So I decided
to write a poem about it.
Sonnet
Reflection
I am not a big fan of writing sonnets. There are too many
rules to follow, which for me is not enough freedom. When I write poems, or
essays, I want as much freedom as possible. If I just follow rules, my mind
does not open up to imagination. My mind only centers on what I have to do, not
on what I could do. Never the less, it was a good learning experience writing a
sonnet.
Heart
Poem Response
Poem: PHOTOGRAPHY by
Nikki Giovanni
When I read this poem, it made me imagine the human body
as a camera. The author: “Nikki Giovanni” of the poem “Photography” writes:
“the eye we are told is a camera.” This is the first line of the poem, and it
already gets your mind going. Once I read it, I imagined an eye, then the pupil
being the lenses. Then the different parts of the eye acting like different
parts of the camera. Then she states that “the film is the heart not the brain”
I think it means that everything we experience is photographed, by the eyes, on
the film of the heart.
This
poem kind of connects to me because I was a big fan of photography when I was
younger. That is what kind of led me to choose this poem as my heart poem.
Another reason on how this poem connects to me is that I have never imagined
the human body to function that way. It is all symbolic of course, but I think
it seems pretty accurate. Everything we experience becomes snap shots as
impressions on a roll of film. But instead of the film being our mind, these
memories stay with us through the heart and soul of our body.
Extra
Credit:
Haikus
Back on the ground,
Face to the left,
The cat looks.
Cat laying,
Tail swaying,
Maybe later playing.
Cat on its back,
Why does it look at me?
I will never know.
Reflection
I know a haiku is supposed to be about nature, and in
class we were supposed to bring a photo of nature. Well I brought in a photo of
my cat on its stomach, and it was very easy to write three haikus using the
photo.
