MY POETRY JOURNALBy: Ivan

Monday, May 7, 2012

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my Parents because they send me to this school. Also because they help me stay alive until now.

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MY FEELINGS ABOUT POETRY

I like to listen to rhymes

I only like to listen to other people reading it

I hate it if I’m the one that has to read it out loud

I don’t know how to make a poetry

Reading it out loud makes me feel like I’m in hell

I hate making it.

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THE TIGER

After reading the poem the tiger I didn’t understand some of the words because the words were a little bit old and I didn’t know what they mean.

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THE TIGER TIGER, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eye

Could 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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STONE PICKAXE So much

depends upon

A small iron

pickaxe

With a

wooden handle

In a dark

Tunnel

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LITTLE CANDLESo much

depends upon

A small

little candle

With no

shiny handle

In a spooky

Mansion

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CASTLESo much

depends upon

A strongly

build castle

With strong

iron fences

In a deadly

sandstorm

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STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

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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ABOUT THE POEM “STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING”

I think it means that there is a man traveling with his horse and he sees a forest and a village with a house in it and the house is covered in snow. He stops at the village and his horse is confused because he stops at a place with no farm house and at the darkest evening of the year. He also has a promise to keep.

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IMAGE TO MATCH THE POEM

I choose this picture because it is just like the description in the poem about the man riding the horse into the forest when and he sees a little house in a small village

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DOG ASLEEP QUESTIONS

Before we look at the poem “Dog” let’s make a list of the ways dogs look when they are asleep. Think about their face (eyes, ears, nose, tongue), limbs, tail

Ex: feet in the air, one eye open, etcTheir eyes are closed and the legs are streched

Think about the places dogs like to sleep.Add to the list below of favorite doggie sleeping placesOn the floor

What movements have you seen sleeping dogs make?Add what you have seen to the list below:The stretch and yawn

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DOG ASLEEP

Under 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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DOG ASLEEP NARRATIVE

I think the dog is Sleeping upside down because its back is on the floor and normally dogs sleep with its body on the floor. The dogs mouth looks like it is smiling and one of it’s hand is on top of it’s body.

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PHRASED POEM

In a little house

Chungky lies down

Eating his cheese

Hands, Licking

Resting his Head

On top of the Pillow

Looks down shocked

Then falls down

On the ground

Very Sleepy

From a hangover

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TREE & I WANT CANDY

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MOUSEA little mouse

Running around

Searching for food

On the ground

Food is there

On the trap

Little mouse

Don’t go there

SNAP!

Ur dead

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CHEESE

A yellow cheese

In the cabinet

Shape of Triangle

Taste of salty

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RESULTS BY: KRIS

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I LOVE THAT RABBIT

I love that rabbit

Like a drunk loves his beer

I said I love that rabbit

Like a drunk loves his beer

I love to call him in the morning

I love to call him

“Hey come here”

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STREET NOISEThe cars pass by the streets

In a sunny and windy day

One Cars go Vrooommmm

While others go brrrrooooommmmm

The wind blows bussshhhhhh

Grasses and leaves hitting each other

Making the sound swisshhhhhhhhh

Some Motorcycles goes down vrooooommmm

But One goes Zrrrreeeemmmmmm

The streets are filled with sounds

There once was even a strange sound

Like Cekcekcekcekcekcek

Onomatopoeia

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WHAT IMPACT DID IT HAVE ON YOU WHILST READING

WAS IT GOOD IDEA TO READ SECTIONS OF THE BOOK AFTER BEING EXPOSED TO THE POEM? YES

WHEN DID IT BEGIN TO GET YOUR ATTENTION? WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HIS DOG.

HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTER? INTERESTING

HOW EFFECTIVE WAS THE LAYOUT OF THE BOOK? YES

WAS IT GOOD IDEA TO READ SECTIONS OF THE BOOK AFTER BEING EXPOSED TO THE POEM? MAYBE.

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MY RABBIT

On a Windy dayHe ran around The green grassBounce, bounce bouncingI was sitting At the floor Watching him bounceRunning around in circles

Eating the grasses And hiding in holesHe ran everywhereUntil the back of my houseSo I went to himAnd saw him eatingAnd saw him eatingThe grass again

So I went inside To the kitchen To make a sandwich Then I heard a sound Like a cat dyingShriek, Shriek, Shrieking So I went outTo the back of the house

There was somethingA little bloodSplatter on the wallOn top of thatA cat Run, Run, RunningWith my rabbitIn its mouth

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HAIKU

A clear Scenery

With blue mountains and dark grass

And clouds on the top.

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HAIKU 2

Between huge mountains

Lies a long light blue river

With trees on the side

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LIMERICK

On sunday night at 10 o’clock

A naughty young boy threw a rock

People yelled at him

And cut off his limb

Then they fed him to the town croc

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CONTENT

Title

Feeling about poetry

The tiger poem

Ice Cream Poem

So much depends upon poem (3)

Stopping by the woods Poem

About stopping by the woods poem

Image to match the poem.

Dog asleep question

Dog asleep poem

Feeling about poetry

Dog asleep Narrative

Phrased poem

Mouse poem

Cheese poem

Results poem

I love that Rabbit

Street Noise.

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